Midnight Bookstore Chapter 469 – Kill or Kill?

“Taste… Dao… like… He…”

“Not bad.”

Zhou Ze's chest started to rise and fall. He shook his head like a drunk person. His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable. It was a dream-like feeling as if his consciousness was being torn apart.

Subconsciously, Zhou Ze began to walk forward. His fingernails were very long. They hung low on the ground. As he walked, sparks flew.

It was as if in the backyard of this hotel, everyone else had disappeared and he was the only one left.

It was a very strange feeling. It was like you were driving tiredly. When you came to your senses, you had already driven for a long distance. You couldn't even remember if you were speeding or if you looked at the traffic lights.

You would start to have a lingering fear. If something had happened to you just now, you might have really hit someone. Many drivers had experienced this before. In that instant, it was as if their brains had entered a sleep state. However, they had actually done what they had to do.

Zhou Ze was like this now. He didn't even look at the four Xuzhou local ghost messengers who were still standing in front of him. He just walked towards them. He was still thinking about his own things, even if it was very inappropriate at this time.

He just couldn't control himself.

“Let's attack together!” The female ghost messengers with black halos in their eyes shouted.

Retreating and escaping was the best choice in this situation. If one were to think from the perspective of self-preservation. However, not all ghost messengers were willing to live like the group of paper people floating on the surface of the water near the lake pavilion.

Everyone was enjoying themselves. At the same time, they were also thinking things through. Especially when one of their companions was already dead and the other party had already confirmed his identity as a ghost messenger from another city. If they left just like that, they would never be able to raise their heads in this circle in the future.

Most importantly, it was because the other party had come with ill intentions. First, it was a surprise attack. Then, it was the killing of the ghost messengers. It was clear that they were making a big deal out of this. If even the old man was caught or killed, this matter would be brought up to the higher-ups.

They, the local ghost guards of Xuzhou, would also be involved. Even if they didn't die here, there would still be emissaries from Hell to capture them and interrogate them.

These local ghost guards of Xuzhou were on the same side as the old man in the sunglasses. They could be considered as grasshoppers tied to a rope.

This was forced by Zhou Ze's attitude. This was perhaps why most politicians liked to negotiate and reach an agreement in private. Once things are put on the table, neither side has a way out.

It's not realistic if you want Zhou Ze to persuade the local Ghostbusters or haggle with the old man in sunglasses to make up for his loss in Tongcheng with some blood.

Boss Zhou is purely here to fight to vent his anger. If he's still coy and pretentious, how aggrieved would that be?

It's not that no one in the bookstore understands these things, but Lawyer An deliberately helped his boss, adding fuel to the fire to make the whole thing the most radical.

When he saw the great immortals around him also control the second man in a suit, he was pinching the corner of the Indian lawyer's eyes. When he looked across from him, the boss was slowly walking forward. This made Lawyer An feel a little strange, but he still focused on the matter in front of him!

“The underworld is orderly, the law of death is merciless, Break!”

Out of the remaining four local ghosts, three of them rushed towards Zhou Ze. The woman in leather pants hesitated for a moment. Then, she rushed forward. She was very afraid. She was very worried that the policeman was watching nearby.

She knew being afraid would not solve the problem, especially now that she had already lost one of her companions. If she continued to hesitate, it would be equivalent to cheating her three companions and also cheating herself.

Four ghosts rushed over together but Zhou Ze still walked forward slowly. He didn't even change his footsteps. He was a little puzzled. He felt that something seemed to have gone wrong with him.

He hadn't figured out what was the problem yet. So he could only continue to figure it out.

In his body, the Idiot was still floating there. It was sticking to its mission and mission.

It was a pity for the idiot because of Zhou Ze's own reasons. After recognizing him as its master, the only thing he could do was to seal that person.

If it hadn't happened to run into him, it was hard to say whether or not he still had Zhou salted fish with Boss Zhou's previous reckless cheating and free play.

The word “Seal” below was still bright and stable, exuding a dignified aura. Under the word “Seal”, that face gradually revealed a mocking haze.

“Suppress!” The female ghost messenger with a black halo in her eyes shouted.

This time blood started to drip from the corners of her eyes. After the first lesson, she increased her strength. It was even beyond what she could normally withstand!

“Ban!”

A male ghost messenger spread out his hands. White threads flowed out. These threads were very sharp. When they floated in the air, the sound of tearing could be heard.

The woman in leather pants and the other male ghost guard were split into two groups. They attacked Zhou Ze at the same time.

Zhou Ze felt as if there were countless flies buzzing in his ears. It was very annoying and uncomfortable but he could not drive them away.

Immediately after, a fishing net enveloped him.

Sticky, stinging, it was a very strange feeling.

“He's tied up by me!” The male ghost guard holding the silk thread shouted.

In his view, Zhou Ze's entire body had been trapped by his silk thread. He had already become a turtle in a trap!

“Retract!!!” The male ghost guard shouted in a low voice. He spread his hands open for a moment. The silk threads tied to Zhou Ze's body began to rapidly shrink.

These silk threads were very sharp and very hard. Even a rock would be instantly cut into countless pieces here, let alone a body of flesh and blood?

It was so sticky. What the Hell was that?

Zhou Ze shook his head. He opened his eyes. In his line of sight, he found himself soaking in a container of formalin. He looked like a cadaver in medical school.

There was a man in a white coat who looked exactly like him standing in front of him. There were bloodstains on his gloves. He held a gauze in his left hand and a pair of surgical forceps in his right. He was looking at himself and he was soaking in formalin.

These were familiar scenes and familiar smells.

Zhou Ze knew that these two were both him. One was the past and the other was the present.

“I'm tired.” The white-robed Zhou Ze said.

“Yes.” Zhou Ze acknowledged.

That's right, I'm tired.

Coming out of the orphanage, enduring the indifference of society; the humble background of his own; the envy when he saw other people's parents accompany him; the lack of living expenses; the pressure of having to work during the winter and summer holidays to earn school fees and living expenses; the bitterness of turning down the subsidy for poor students to save face and then curling up in a corner and silently scolding himself for being stupid.

He endured the constant struggle and the constant effort. He kept his wind uptight, without any room for rest. He climbed up in the hospital, climbed up in technology. He worked hard until he was in his early thirties, and bought a small house with two bedrooms. He squeezed out all his savings.

He was so tired. He really wanted to rest…

Zhou Ze, who was wearing a white coat, gripped the surgical forceps in his hands tightly. He brought them down toward Zhou Ze, who was lying on the ground. However, the forceps did not go in. Instead, they stopped near the surface of the skin.

“Crash!”

Zhou Ze sat up from the formalin. He spread out his hands, “You're tired, rest…” Zhou Ze, who was in the white coat, placed the forceps in Zhou Ze's hands.

Zhou Ze stood up. He walked out from the formalin with one hand holding the forceps. He directly plunged it into the white coat in front of him!

“Retract!!!”

However, what shocked this male ghost messenger was that the thread that he had always been proud of did not completely cut through his opponent's body. It did not even pierce through his opponent's skin!

How was this possible?!

If one were to look closely, one could see that Zhou Ze's skin had a hint of dark green. His entire body seemed to have become a little thinner. At the corner of his mouth, there was a faint protrusion.

It was the fangs hidden below!

Zombie body. Immortal!

The thread was tightly bound, but it could not go any further!

“Boss!” When Yingying saw this scene from afar, she shouted. Seeing that her boss was trapped, she immediately prepared to rush over. However, the Red Shadow on her body followed her like a shadow, causing her footsteps to slow down.

“Ahhh! Get away from me! Ah Ah Ah!!!”

In a fit of anger, Yingying's hair began to drift. Her jet-black and beautiful hair turned into a dazzling white color. Her cute face was covered by coldness. Her nails were blue. A murderous aura surrounded her.

She tore the Red Shadow off her body.

There seemed to be an old woman screaming in pain in the Red Shadow. She was still clinging tightly to Yingying, not letting go.

“F*ck, the boss is going to die!”

Across the pond, the Old Priest screamed. He touched his crotch. There was no more talisman. It was too late even if there was a talisman. He did not know how to float on the water with an iron palm.

Lawyer An's gaze focused. After breaking through the second Black Shadow, he immediately rushed over.

He wanted Zhou Ze to rise up but he didn't want him to die in the process of rising up.

Damn it!

The woman in leather pants was very close to one of her companions. A layer of frost had appeared on the palms of the woman in leather pants. Her companion was even faster. There was dark lightning brewing in the palms of her hands. She called out to Zhou Ze's head, which was tied there and didn't move at all!

The woman in leather pants could imagine the scene of Zhou Ze's head exploding like a watermelon falling to the ground.

However, at this moment, a crisp “Kacha” sound was heard.

The woman in leather pants trembled and subconsciously slowed down her speed.

Zhou Ze was like a ghost. He casually broke through the restraints of the silk thread. Then, he took a step forward. He casually extended his hand forward.

“Pfft!”

His companion's palm was still raised high but Zhou Ze's five fingernails had completely penetrated his chest.

“You're tired, so you should rest. The past life has already passed, right? Rest well.”

In the darkness, it was as if there was only Zhou Ze and himself in the white coat in front of him. Zhou Ze gripped the surgical forceps tightly. The surgical forceps had already pierced into the other party's chest.

“Rest…” Zhou Ze let out a sigh. He raised his arm.

“Pfft!”

The surgical forceps seemed to have turned into a sharp dagger, directly cutting the white coat in front of him into two halves. Then, the white coat began to slowly dissipate. It dissipated with a smile and ease.

In the backyard of the hotel, Zhou Ze had just pierced five of his nails into the ghost messenger's chest. His fingers turned gently. A line of blood appeared from the bottom up. It extended all the way to the forehead of this ghost messenger.

Zhou Ze was still standing in the same spot without moving. He allowed the person to keep the movement of his nails piercing out. The ghost messenger in front of him had already been cut into two halves.

Two bodies lying quietly on his side.

“Bang!”

At the same time, he fell to the ground.

Chapter end