Chapter 112 Unyielding

Waited for a long time, hoped for a long time, yearned for a long time.

If,

at first, the thought of that sword hanging overhead filled him with anxiety,

now,

after such a long period of buildup and waiting,

during which he had successively witnessed Xie Zhi's "suicide," the Bodhisattva's ascension, and the City God's methods,

his heart,

had settled what needed to be settled.

Even that last bit of restlessness

had been completely dispelled

during the stroll just now.

Right now, the bright sword replaced the moon,

seemingly a grand gesture, truly giving him enough face,

but Boss Zhou didn't feel much turbulence in his heart.

He only felt that throughout his decades of life, the moon he looked up at every night had changed its skin today, which was quite novel.

Moreover, with the previous example of Ying Gou using the blood moon as a brick in hell,

many things,

in Zhou Ze's heart, had long lost their sense of mystery and loftiness.

He clapped his hands on the railing, causing the mottled rust on the railing to fall. Boss Zhou took a few steps back, but his gaze remained fixed on the sky above.

At the same time,

strange spectacles appeared in the dark sky.

Meteors streaked across the sky without warning, causing many young couples to curse the people at the astronomical observatory for being useless, for making them miss this romantic moment.

Eerie lights, like lanterns, hung on one side of the sky, leading to the spread of mysterious UFO incidents in the Yangtze River Delta among science fiction fans in the years to come.

A stone tablet suddenly protruded from the Yangtze River, discovered by passing cargo ships. However, when archaeologists arrived at dawn, the stone tablet had disappeared without a trace, causing a group of elderly archaeologists to beat their chests in regret.

In short, at this moment, there were many pairs of "eyes" staring here.

The reason was simple: the previous convicts either fled, hid, became numb, or simply ascended, but ultimately left no trace.

Only today,

when Ying Gou faced the Xuanyuan Sword,

did he choose to wait leisurely and strike with ease.

The same exam, the same test paper, but tested one by one. And this time, you finally got the opportunity to stand by and observe, so how could you remain calm?

Although the question is difficult, and it's highly likely that you still wouldn't know how to do it even if you watched others take the test, being able to watch at least gives you a little peace of mind when it's your turn to go up.

Well, with peace of mind, you can also leave more peacefully, right?

Deep in the firmament, there was a vast palm, seemingly tearing apart the barrier of the firmament little by little, about to descend.

The clash from ancient times had flowed to this day, and it seemed to be renewed again.

Like a pot of wine, the two once sat here and drank together. After countless years, the wine still retained its warmth.

Zhou Ze didn't really care how many people were watching. He originally wanted to leave quietly, but when it came to the moment, he suddenly felt that a little liveliness wouldn't be bad either.

In short, he could accept anything.

Zhou Ze put his hand into his pocket and took out a cigarette. The 23-yuan pack of Xiaosu cigarettes shone brightly under the sword light.

This was perhaps the most hardcore and high-end advertisement placement in history. It was estimated that many old-timers would be focusing on his cigarette pack at this moment,

perhaps guessing what kind of mysterious magical artifact he was holding in his hand to resist the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Pa!"

The lighter was lit.

He took a deep breath,

and then slowly exhaled towards the Xuanyuan Sword in the sky.

Tsk,

this posturing,

had reached into his bones.

The Xuanyuan Sword above seemed to be giving him face, not interrupting Zhou Ze, as if it was quietly watching him perform up there.

It wasn't until Boss Zhou's hand holding the cigarette drooped down that,

the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

No,

this freeze,

wasn't just limited to the air, because not only was the smoke from the burning cigarette fixed in place, but even the flame on the cigarette butt maintained a constant brightness, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Space, time,

seemed to come to a standstill together at this moment.

And after this standstill, a deep sense of malice began to surge from all directions.

When ancient people made oaths, they often said, "If I do this or that, may Heaven and Earth not tolerate me!"

Right now, Boss Zhou had personally experienced this feeling.

This malice came from this world, not just limited to the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees, not just limited to the thoughts of the people around him, but rather, this space, this world, had begun to frantically reject you at this moment.

It was as if you standing here at this moment was the greatest original sin!

The sense of rejection was constantly intensifying, and there was no need to wait for it to intensify any further, because Zhou Ze couldn't take it anymore.

If the physical pressure could be supported by his physique, then this kind of hatred and rejection from the depths of his soul was truly difficult to defend against.

Boss Zhou had always believed that his mental will was strong enough, but that kind of confidence now was like trying to use a dam made of paper to block a river.

It couldn't be described as failing to block it, but rather, it would collapse upon contact!

"Tie Hanhan, I can't take it anymore."

"Still... thought... you... hadn't... had... enough..."

Still thought you hadn't had enough of showing off;

This sudden concern and appropriateness at an inappropriate moment

created a great sense of irony.

Diehard, that's what this is, right? The two had been arguing for several years, and it seemed that this habit of getting along wouldn't change even on the verge of death.

However,

this was also good,

making the end come as ordinary as possible,

just like some old people die in their sleep,

which is actually a blessing, at least without suffering.

Ying Gou's power began to pour into Zhou Ze's body. Boss Zhou began to retreat tacitly, handing over control of his body.

The next moment,

Zhou Ze's eyes

revealed an aura of looking down on everything.

At this moment,

there was no need to conceal, no need to hide,

he could finally come out in his true form.

He

was Ying Gou!

Among the old-timers who were "watching" around, there were some who had met Ying Gou in ancient times.

Undoubtedly, being in the same era as Ying Gou was indeed a tragedy.

And they must have been humble, submissive, and obedient back then, otherwise, they wouldn't have survived the ancient times.

Therefore,

at this moment,

watching Ying Gou about to face the Xuanyuan Sword,

some of them actually felt a slight sense of pleasure flowing in their hearts.

Like villagers on welfare seeing the former richest man in the village go bankrupt and homeless;

like slackers in the class seeing the former straight-A student fail the college entrance exam.

The reason why this feeling arose was naturally because they had naturally placed themselves below Ying Gou.

Of course, they didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Most of the time, Ying Gou didn't really have any special desires, and even the matter of "life and death" wasn't really on his mind.

He wasn't afraid of death.

But what he feared was dying in an undignified manner.

From following the Yellow Emperor to conquer the world in ancient times and creating the structure of the human race, to later rebelling against the Yellow Emperor and coming to hell alone, he couldn't even remember how many life-and-death battles he had experienced.

In these wars and battles, if he was killed, it wouldn't be a loss, and it would be considered dying for a worthy cause, dying understandingly.

But after Chi You was beheaded, it became too difficult to find someone who could kill him.

Even the Immortal King back then, to be honest, only made him barely "fall," but if you wanted to say that he was completely annihilated,

it was difficult,

really difficult.

Even a high-imitation version like Half Face could survive to this day with only half a face left. The enemies back then couldn't kill him completely, let alone the real Ying Gou.

He had indeed taken a detached view of life and death.

But Ying Gou couldn't accept being forced to die with a sword held to his neck.

Even if that sword was the Yellow Emperor's sword;

even if that rule was the Yellow Emperor's will;

but,

so what?

When the Lord of Men was alive, he could still rebel and leave, let alone now, when your body had long been buried in the dust of history!

Ying Gou moved.

Standing in place and waiting for the sword to fall wasn't his style. He was actively moving upwards, as if there was an invisible but real ladder under his feet, supporting him and allowing him to ascend to the sky step by step!

The same pressure, the same situation, the same circumstances,

Xie Zhi chose suicide,

the City God chose to escape,

the Bodhisattva said he was going to see the scenery, which seemed active, but in reality, he had already given up struggling for life.

But for Ying Gou,

it was to actively confront, to go up and fight!

This was Ying Gou's style, this was his belief.

Space can grind away everything that is hard;

time can erase all edges and corners;

The Xuanyuan Sword

hung there, replacing the moon tonight, allowing its light to shine.

And on Ying Gou's way to the sky,

with each step he took, each step upwards,

his body was disintegrating.

Even though this body was Boss Zhou's flesh, which had been tempered and solidified over the years, and Ying Gou's power had been injected into it, it was still constantly dissolving.

His soul was weathering away.

Even though there was still Mount Tai in this soul, which the last City God had left behind, whether he had forgotten it or done it on purpose, it was still difficult to resist this fate of weathering and scattering at this moment.

The flesh is the carrier of all things;

the soul is the essence of existence.

With each step upwards,

Ying Gou's soul and flesh had already dissipated.

However,

he was still there,

he was still climbing!

Death is like a star, life is like morning dew.

Wind and frost erode my bones,

the scorching sun burns my soul,

but my will is immortal, so I... am immortal!

The many pairs of eyes around had been watching everything here. They were cunning and shrewd, they had sharp eyes, and they naturally saw that in the chest of Ying Gou's terrifying will, there was still a blue halo being desperately protected.

That was a soul that was so ordinary in the eyes of people at their level that it couldn't be more ordinary.

And at this moment,

Ying Gou's will and passion didn't seem to infect Boss Zhou in the slightest,

he just let out a slightly joyful sound first:

"Hey, tomorrow when I get up to brush my teeth, I finally won't have to see Xu Le's face anymore, that's great."

After thinking about it,

he added a little helplessly:

"If there is a tomorrow."

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