A man and a woman pressed down on him, restraining his soul, causing his body to fall into a kind of stiffness. However, boss Zhou did not panic or panic.
It was not that Zhou Ze was unyielding and would rather die than obey, but because he could see that this pen was indeed very mysterious. It was so mysterious that the consciousness in his body did not hesitate to expend its strength to counterattack and obtain it.
But how cunning was the beast?
It could not kill him directly. It could only make him sink into oblivion through seduction and hypnosis. At that time, it would be hard to say whether the person would have the pen or the pen would have the person.
In short, compared to destroying the enemy physically, boss Zhou was more likely to accept this method of destroying the enemy mentally.
For some reason, the tip of the pen suddenly began to tremble. Even the man and woman who were suppressing Zhou Ze began to tremble as well.
Previously, they were still "Persuading him to surrender" and shouting slogans,
Now..,
The slogan seemed to be stuck,
The trill repeated,
It became very strange.
And this pen seemed to have been stimulated by something. It was clearly the one who was stimulating Zhou Ze previously, but now it seemed that this pen had become even more excited.
The tip of the pen kept trembling. At the tip, blood-like red ink kept dripping out and gradually began to cover Zhou Ze's chest.
This red ink was very hot. Like tiny insects, it began to actively seep into Zhou Ze's body.
"Hiss..."
Zhou Ze sucked in a breath of cold air in pain,
The script was not right,
Didn't you say you would mentally destroy me,
Why did you change your body again?
The change in the entire rhythm began with Zhou Ze's "Idiot". It could be said that before and after these two words were shouted, it was a completely different dividing point.
The slogans disappeared,
The man and the woman also disappeared,
But boss Zhou was now countless times more uncomfortable than before.
He had clearly lost his restraints, and there was clearly no suppression,
But the feeling of thousands of ants crawling everywhere on his body,
It really made people want to tear off their own flesh and spray insecticide inside.
"Ahhhh!!!"
A low and suppressed cry of pain came from his throat,
Zhou Ze lay on the ground, his limbs twisting non-stop. Many times, he almost could not help but use his fingernails to dig out the place that had already turned red.
However, he was a little hesitant. That moment of hesitation cost Zhou Ze the chance to cut his losses.
This was because the speed at which the red ink was spreading was simply too shocking. If he had just cut his wrist in the beginning, he would now need to scrape his bones to cure the poison.
Even..,
Even the area below Zhou Ze's chin was covered in red ink.
A strong sense of suffocation assaulted him.
Zhou Ze grabbed his throat.
It was very uncomfortable.
If a rope had been strangling him, he would have known to resist with both hands.
But now the strength that tightened his grip was under his skin.
What was he supposed to do?
To the extent that..,
The red ink continued to spread. Zhou Ze's face started to redden, like an actor on a stage in a police station who had put on makeup.
In the end,
Even Zhou Ze's eyes were stained by the red ink.
Before his eyes.
It was completely reduced to the color of blood.
His vision began to blur.
… …
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
Three tremors were heard.
Zhou ze raised his head,
He found himself in a pool.
The pool water emitted a pungent smell of wine.
Outside the pool, there were rows of barbecue racks. All kinds of delicious food were being roasted and flipped on them.
In the distance.
A group of orioles and swallows were dancing.
The dance was graceful.
It captivated people's souls.
Nearby.
There were already beauties flocking to it. Using their red lips as wine glasses, they took the wine.
This was a living Wine Pool and Meat Forest!
What kind of game was this?
Spirit for a while, body for a while, and then immediately spirit?
Can you have some calmness?
Boss Zhou was sitting in the pool.
Facing the beauties around him, facing the wine and meat.
He was disdainful.
Sitting there.
Take it calmly.
Beauty was a man's poison. As the saying goes, heroes have a weakness for beauties. The level of a man's calmness depended on how much resistance he had in the face of beauty.
And boss Zhou was one of the best.
When it came to resistance to beauties.
Everyone here.
In front of boss Zhou.
Back then, the White Fox had used this method to seduce boss Zhou.
But the boss remained calm.
It shocked the White Fox!
Right now.
These things.
They were all just drizzles.
It seemed that he realized that this scene could not move Zhou Ze.
The scene immediately began to change.
In an instant.
Zhou Ze stood on a towering pavilion.
Behind him.
A group of men and women in ancient costumes were kneeling.
And below.
Countless armored soldiers were cheering in unison.
Zhou Ze raised his hand.
The voices below immediately disappeared. It was solemn and quiet.
Zhou Ze waved his hand again.
Another wave of cheers and shouts began!
Zhou Ze raised his hand.
It became quiet again.
Zhou Ze waved his hand again.
Cheers immediately erupted.
"Boring."
Zhou Ze rolled his eyes. At the same time, he raised his head.
Looking at the sky.
He urged.
"Change the channel."
For a moment.
The painting style suddenly changed.
Magma was rolling all around. Thick black smoke filled the air, bringing with it a suffocating heat.
Countless ghost servants were escorting evil spirits. In the distance, there were more than ten documents floating in the air. Someone was sitting cross-legged behind them with a pen in his hand.
Life and death, Yin and Yang.
And where Zhou Ze was sitting.
It was the highest level.
He lowered his head.
He realized that the throne he was sitting on was made of white bones. In some of the skulls, there were fawning ghost flames that were trying to get on his good side.
Whether it was the ghost servants, the patrol inspector, or the judge, when they looked in his direction, they all carried a kind of reverence and fear.
Zhou Ze saw countless execution platforms and all kinds of unimaginable ways to torture and abuse people. The so-called cruel punishment of a thousand cuts in the human world did not even have the right to show his face here. Because it was too gentle.
In the distance.
Zhou Ze also saw a huge bridge. It went all the way to the Yellow Springs and went through the Underworld.
That was not an ordinary house with a small bridge and flowing water.
It was a huge grandeur that covered the sky.
The Bridge of Helplessness.
Was it so big?
And on the Bridge of Helplessness, there was a woman standing there. Zhou Ze could not see what the woman looked like.
At this moment.
Zhou Ze really wanted to urge the pen.
F * ck.
Didn't you want to seduce me?
Quick.
Zoom in.
Let me see that face.
Is that Meng Po?
Have you seen it?
If you have, quickly give it a close-up.
The general record and impression of Meng Po was an old woman holding a broken bowl and squatting by the Bridge of Helplessness like a beggar. When a ghost came, she would give it a mouthful of soup, making it forget its previous life and start a new life.
But that was definitely not the case. Meng Po was not that shabby, and she probably would not look that old.
However.
The woman's phantom image was always a phantom image.
This pen.
It could not write the woman's detailed appearance.
Zhou Ze naturally could not see it.
Around the White Bone Throne, fireflies began to gather. Two enchanting women walked out of the fireflies. With their backs facing Zhou Ze, they lay down.
It was quite a feeling.
You could humiliate the entire hell here at any time.
Zhou Ze smiled.
He just smiled and shook his head.
The scene changed again.
This time.
There was no grand opening and closing scene.
There was also no magnificent scenery.
Glass.
Sunlight.
The sofa.
Even the coffee on the coffee table in front of him and the ironed and pasted newspapers were so familiar.
Here.
It was the study room.
It was the morning of the study room.
Zhou Ze was lying on the sofa in casual clothes.
He picked up the coffee.
He smelled it.
He took another sip.
He picked up the newspaper and flipped through it casually.
Outside the bookstore.
There was a group of ghosts.
They lined up.
It was like the aunties and uncles who had been lining up early in the morning.
There was a long queue in the queue.
The ghosts held the number plates in their hands and lined up one by one to enter the bookstore.
There were men and women, old and young. There were even foreign friends. Ghosts of other skin colors came all the way to Tongcheng to prepare to go to hell.
All the ghosts seemed to be on a pilgrimage.
They walked into the bookstore one by one.
And they offered all their ghost notes.
Zhou Ze's Adam's apple moved subconsciously.
Damn it.
This scene really made his heart skip a beat!
But the good times didn't last long.
The scene changed again. This time, it wasn't a change. It was a rupture!
"Hey, let me enjoy it a little longer."
Zhou Ze was a little unsatisfied.
That pen.
He had just grabbed his weakness.
Why did he give up?
In a trance.
Zhou Ze raised his head and looked around. He found that he was lying on a small boat. Below him was the surging black sea, emitting a strong aura of death.
In the distant sky.
A brush was floating there.
The waves of the sea kept rolling. It was as if a slightly bigger wave could capsize him.
"Why did you choose him?"
A thunderous voice came from below.
For a moment.
Lightning and thunder began to rumble above the sea.
Boss Zhou, this pitiful boat, was really in danger.
This time.
Zhou Ze saw it clearly.
It wasn't the sea at all. It was a human face.
It was a face.
It was a face that was exactly the same as his.
He was lying under the surface of the sea.
Compared to him.
He was truly too insignificant.
This was.
The Netherworld Sea!
The gigantic face below was the consciousness within his body.
Shabby.
The gap between the rich and the poor.
The terrifying difference in status.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
Until now.
Only then did Zhou Ze realize.
What was true poverty.
This kind of poverty was different from his, Bai Yingying, Xu Qinglang, and the others.
This was a kind of poverty that had surpassed wealth.
The brush danced in the air. It pierced through the barrier and flew toward Zhou Ze.
He ignored the person below.
"Why!
Why! "
The surface of the sea began to roar and roar!
He was the main body.
He was the real winner!
And the one in the boat.
It was just a wisp of consciousness produced by his body when he was asleep!
The brush finally flew into Zhou Ze's hand.
It rubbed against Zhou Ze gently as if it was trying to please him.
Zhou Ze suddenly realized.
There was a vigorous seal character engraved at the bottom of the brush.
"Sha!"
Zhou Ze was stunned.
Holy sh * t.
Are you really called Idiot?
— — —
The monthly votes were 3200. In other words, there were two more chapters tonight. One of them was the additional chapter promised by the 3,000 monthly votes. Everyone, work harder. Hurry up and throw the monthly votes!