For some inexplicable reason,
someone was plotting against my own dog.
Really, wasn't it just a guard dog? In the past, if it got lost, it got lost.
After all, in all these years, Ying Gou had handled a terrifying number of "figurines"; he'd use them up and toss them away. Before Boss Zhou had used Mount Tai to smash them all, the bottom of a large lake was almost entirely filled with collectibles that Ying Gou had grown tired of playing with.
But that's just how people are:
Something insignificant in your hands,
is suddenly noticed by an outsider,
and you immediately start to wonder if this thing is "highly desirable"?
Thereby indirectly increasing the thing's importance in your heart.
Ying Gou was no exception.
He still relied on Boss Zhou to constantly find things for him to eat and recover. This current rhythm wasn't bad either; arguing and laughing at his jokes.
The days were bland, but they still had a bit of flavor.
If Zhou Ze was silently arranged by others to walk down another path,
heh,
then the two of them wouldn't just be staying out of each other's way anymore.
There can't be two suns in the sky,
and Hell can't have two true overlords.
Of course, those are all things too far off. Ying Gou isn't someone without long-term plans, but he's even more of a sentimental person.
Right now, in his mind,
there was only one thing:
My thing,
I didn't say you could have it,
how dare you take it upon yourself to steal it?
The monkey was still shaking in Ying Gou's hand. It was very light, so light that it seemed like everything had been extracted from its body, leaving only a thin shell.
In fact, its real body had just broken through the last bit of broken restriction in the extreme western sealed land of Hell, leading a group of "discarded batteries" to besiege the city of the Underworld.
One in the underworld, one in the mortal realm,
it had forcibly cut itself in half.
Already somewhat "soul-disordered," this made it even more chaotic.
It didn't care who was in front of it,
nor did it care how terrifying the other's aura was.
If Ying Gou was a kind of stubbornness to the extreme,
then the black monkey at this time
was a complete and utter madman.
"Mount Tai endures, Mount Tai endures, Mount Tai endures..."
The monkey shouted hoarsely.
Although it was facing Ying Gou now, being grabbed by the neck and lifted up like this wasn't too shameful. But to think that the Purple-Gold War God who accompanied the First Lord of the Underworld back then had fallen to this state, it really made people feel very sad.
People only like to see the brilliant and dazzling moments, but in this world, what exists is eternally unchanging?
In the end, what's left is nothing more than lingering on and hysterical struggles.
"Heh… heh…"
Ying Gou laughed.
This laugh
made Boss Zhou, who had been observing from the depths of his soul, feel somewhat inexplicable.
Judging from what the person and the monkey had just said,
this pie was going to fall on his head?
Although snatching the old Daoist's position was a bit unkind,
and although he hadn't really agreed yet,
whether he modestly declined or pretended to resist,
the feeling was still pretty good.
It was a bit like walking down the street and suddenly a bunch of people surrounded you and told you that there was a huge inheritance for you to take over. It's always a happy event, isn't it?
It was Ying Gou's anger that made Boss Zhou a little confused.
If he simply thought that Ying Gou couldn't bear to part with him, and that it was just Ying Gou's terrifying possessiveness,
then Boss Zhou would have wasted the two years he'd spent with Ying Gou.
Things
weren't that simple.
Pies do fall from the sky,
but pies are often poisonous.
Boss Zhou was poor, but he was quite satisfied with his current life. Only when a person can restrain their desires can they truly calmly analyze things.
If he were to switch places,
and put someone like An Buqi or Feng Si in Boss Zhou's position,
their eyes might already be turning red and their breathing might already be getting heavier.
"This… is… your… plan?"
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ying Gou's mouth.
"Mount Tai endures, Mount Tai endures, Mount Tai endures..."
The black monkey seemed to have completely lost its mind, becoming like a patient in a mental hospital, just repeating those four words.
A ball of black flame appeared in Ying Gou's palm, directly incinerating the monkey.
The monkey was like it was possessed,
not even painfully wailing,
still devoutly chanting those four words,
until,
it turned to ashes.
Ying Gou released his hand,
watching the few ashes in his palm scatter to the ground.
All the surrounding abnormal phenomena, including the blue flames, disappeared, too,
leaving only the slightly withered flowerbed and the old Daoist who had fallen unconscious next to it.
The matter was resolved, but there were probably still many loose ends that hadn't been dealt with.
Boss Zhou was already preparing to take over his body. That's how it always was; after Ying Gou resolved a problem, he'd simply go back to sleep.
However,
this time,
Ying Gou wasn't in a hurry to give up control of his body.
Instead, he muttered to himself:
"Chat… chat…"
"I'll take him to the pharmacy to get him checked out first."
Ying Gou was silent for a moment,
"Okay…"
A long drawn-out sound,
and control of the body returned to Zhou Ze's hands.
Boss Zhou twisted his wrist, sensing the faint fatigue coming from his body. After letting out a long breath, he picked up the old Daoist and carried him on his shoulder.
One,
two,
three,
Run!
He came running,
and ran back again.
During the run, Boss Zhou felt that he had to immediately start buying another car. Although he ran fast, it really wasn't a solution to always rely on his two legs without any means of transportation.
In the pharmacy next to the bookstore,
Fangfang was sitting behind the counter holding her phone and watching a beauty blogger's live stream. It seemed to be recommending some kind of facial mask, and Fangfang was watching with great interest.
Zhou Ze carried the old Daoist in,
and Fangfang was so surprised that she stood up directly.
She said:
"What happened to Lu You?"
Ever since she helped the old Daoist receive a package and found out that the old Daoist's name was Lu Fangweng, Fangfang had habitually called the old Daoist Lu You.
"Check his body. If there are no other problems, then hang him up with some saline and glucose."
"Okay, okay."
The old Daoist's condition was probably caused by mental oppression and stimulation. In fact, there were no injuries on his body. He just needed to rest.
Zhou Ze left the old Daoist at the pharmacy and walked out, just in time to see a taxi stop in front of the bookstore. Little Lori and Lao Zhang got out of the car.
"Boss."
"Boss, we're back."
Liu Chuyu and the other two should have returned to their original "areas" first, and didn't come back to Tong City together, but they would rush here in a couple of days to meet up.
"Go in."
Little Lori opened the door of the bookstore,
and immediately,
a small figure appeared in front of the bar,
The air was still filled with a faint baleful aura. Obviously, in order to speed up his movement, he had just used the power of a zombie at all costs.
There was no warm embrace,
nor was there a tearful scene.
The little boy reached out and scratched his hair,
somewhat shyly saying:
"You're back."
Little Lori nodded. "Yeah, we're back."
Zhou Ze was too lazy to pay attention to these two old things playing pure love like young people. He waved to Lao Zhang, signaling Lao Zhang to come over with him.
"Boss, let me tell you about the specific process of this trip to Yangzhou. After dinner, I have to go back to the bureau to cancel my leave..."
"Oh, that won't be necessary. Continue your leave. We'll have to go to the Northeast in a few days."
"Uh… okay."
Lao Zhang could only agree.
"Sit."
Zhou Ze pointed to the sofa next to him.
"Boss, coffee."
Yingying had just been cooking in the kitchen with Lao Xu. Hearing the movement, she came out and brewed coffee at the same time, handing it to Zhou Ze.
"Yeah, Lao Zhang, have a cup of coffee. You're tired too. Now that you're back, have a good rest for a couple of days. Don't worry about the police station work. Serving the people doesn't have to be all the time."
Lao Zhang reached out and took the coffee with some trepidation.
He really didn't understand why his boss had suddenly become so polite.
He picked up the coffee, took a sip, and Lao Zhang smiled, putting the coffee cup back on the coffee table.
"Oh, right, Lao Zhang, there's something very important that I have to tell you."
"Boss, go ahead."
"Oh, isn't that your son, Xiao Feng!"
Zhou Ze pointed out the window.
Lao Zhang immediately turned his head to look,
but at this moment,
Zhou Ze's fingers directly grabbed Lao Zhang's left chest,
exerting force in his palm,
and at the same time, issuing a call,
Sha Bi!
"Ahhh!"
Lao Zhang let out a cry of pain,
but Boss Zhou was, after all, a man who had held a scalpel before. His hand speed was indeed fast.
In addition, in response to Zhou Ze's summons, Sha Bi, which had been staying in Lao Zhang's body to help suppress and regulate the power of the xiezhi (mythical creature), had been somewhat impatient for a long time.
"Buzz!"
Sha Bi flew out of Lao Zhang's chest,
and landed in Zhou Ze's hand.
"Ugh…"
Lao Zhang covered his chest with one hand,
coughing in great pain.
Pain, so much pain.
"The power of the xiezhi in your body has already been suppressed and tamed. I'll take it back for now. Come on, are you okay? Have some coffee.
Yingying, pour Lao Zhang another cup.
Lao Xu, add a maoxuewang (dish of spicy blood curd) tonight to nourish Lao Zhang."
After saying that,
Zhou Ze went straight up the stairs holding Sha Bi.
Lao Xu looked at Lao Zhang, who was still coughing and panting there, and then looked at Yingying, who was continuing to make coffee at the bar. He said:
"Looks like something's up. By the way, didn't Lao Zhou go out to find the old Daoist? Where's the old Daoist?"
Yingying shrugged her shoulders.
"No matter what happens, the boss can solve it. By the way, would you like a cup too?"
"Sure, add more sugar."
Xu Qinglang turned around and walked into the kitchen, preparing to continue cooking.
He didn't see
that Yingying opened the coffee can, the one An lawyer used exclusively.
…………
Clutching Sha Bi in his hand,
Zhou Ze pushed open the bedroom door
and walked in.
Walking straight to the window,
he opened the window,
allowing fresh air to enter.
Boss Zhou stood by the window and even lit a cigarette.
Before he could even take a few puffs,
a disdainful voice sounded from the bottom of Zhou Ze's heart,
with a tone of looking at mud that can't be plastered on the wall:
"What… do… you… mean…"