Although he had only met her once just now,
However, the atmosphere that enveloped this place after waking up and the feeling of seeing the scabby-headed monk when he opened the door …
It was enough for Zhou Ze to re-understand the meaning of the phrase "a scholar who has been away for three days should be looked at in a new light".
At the same time,
At the bottom of his heart.
Zhou Ze could not help but criticize Iron Blockhead over and over again.
The river flows east for thirty years, and then west for thirty years.
Don't bully me for being bald!
Previously in Xuzhou, after waking up, Zhou Ze had specially sent people to the shore to search for the corpse of the scabby-headed monk, but they couldn't find it. This matter had always been like a thorn in boss Zhou's heart.
Boss Zhou was a person who did not eat overnight meals, nor did he like overnight grudges. An enemy who was completely dead and disappeared was the most adorable enemy. The feeling of being stared at in the dark with a sinister gaze, like a poisonous snake ready to bite you at any time, was really too uncomfortable.
However,
What was supposed to come had come.
I came out to make a living.
That was it.
Back then, Iron Blockhead didn't pay much attention to this' funny 'monk.
Now,
The other party had come knocking on his door.
Most importantly,
Iron Blockhead was still in a deep slumber, and he could not be woken up no matter how hard he tried.
Back then, he had a great time acting cool.
He slapped the Buddha away and then sat on the throne, waiting for the empty door to open in an attempt to meet the Buddha.
Now,
He had to clean up the mess he had left behind himself.
The door was shut for about ten seconds.
Then..,
The door was still closed.
Because it was on the door,
The mangy-headed monk walked over,
His body seemed to be covered with an electric soldering iron.
It directly melted the door into a human shape.
He stood in the room.
He continued to press his palms together.
He said sincerely,
"This poor monk has specially come to seek advice. Benefactor, please do me a favor."
Zhou Ze glanced at the door and wiped the foam at the corner of his mouth with a towel.
He said,
"It's really inconvenient."
Zhou Ze really wanted to talk to the other party and negotiate.
The person you're looking for is currently in a deep sleep. I'm also looking for a way to wake him up. Since that's the case, why don't we work together and find a way to wake him up so that you can take revenge and kill him?
Look.
What a sense of accomplishment!
However, Zhou Ze still did not say anything. After all, if the other party knew that Yinggou was completely asleep, would he become even more unscrupulous?
"It's fine. This Penniless Monk also knows that every time Benefactor is in danger or about to die, he will come out. He needs a way out. This Penniless Monk understands."
The scabby-headed monk confidently muttered to himself.
Then..,
He raised his right hand.
He was really infatuated with the act of slapping people.
It seemed to be even more penetrating than the supreme Buddhist Dharma and the thousands of Sanskrit chants.
There were many troubles in the world, and the mortal world surged.
Why participate?
Why was there a need to comprehend?
Why worry?
A clean slap to the face was the greatest freedom.
The palm fell.
"How dare you!"
Beside him, Yingying, who had been waiting for a long time, swiftly stepped forward and punched him!
"Buzz!"
There was the dull sound of flesh colliding.
Cracks appeared on the glass and the screens of the electronic devices in the room.
Yingying leaned forward. The monk's strength exceeded her imagination.
Then..,
The scabby-headed monk slapped him again.
This time, Yingying used both fists to block.
"Buzz!"
After the second exchange..,
Yingying's body was directly sent flying backwards.
She landed directly on the big bed.
Then, there was a crisp "Creak" sound.
The bed collapsed.
With a casual move, she used her physical strength to repel a female zombie.
Just as Yingying subconsciously wanted to get up, she felt the murderous aura in her body being stirred by strands of golden threads. These golden threads actually sealed a few acupoints in her body, blocking the flow of the murderous aura in her body.
The monk came from a Buddhist sect and was a Buddhist world walker. His Buddhist dharma naturally could not be underestimated.
Although he no longer had Buddha in his heart, he would not abandon the many methods of the Buddhist sect like he was a clean freak.
For a moment.
Yingying couldn't get up even if she wanted to.
His woman had been beaten.
Boss Zhou naturally couldn't stand by the side and raise his hand to explain anything.
The monk had clearly come with ill intentions.
Although he said that he was here to ask for advice, he was actually here for revenge.
Since that was the case.
Then let's do it!
Zhou Ze's fingernails grew rapidly.
His figure dashed.
It stabbed towards the scabby-headed monk's bloody head!
The monk raised his hands.
At a strange speed, he directly clamped down on Zhou Ze's wrists.
Then, his knees were pushed forward.
This was an authentic fighting method. In fact, when anything reached a certain height and realm, it would develop in the direction of returning to its original state. Only the purest simplicity was left.
Zhou Ze also lifted his knees.
Their knees bumped into each other.
"Hiss."
Boss Zhou only felt that his knee seemed to have been smashed into pieces.
However, the monk didn't seem to feel anything.
He grabbed Zhou Ze's wrists with both hands and opened them wide. He leaned forward. All of this happened very quickly. It was when Zhou Ze's footing was unstable.
In that split second, a spark flew off a flint.
The two of them turned into mangy-headed monks and hugged Zhou Ze from behind.
"Rise!"
The monk let out a low shout.
"Kacha..."
The floor tiles on this floor, not only in this room, but in other areas, all showed signs of cracking. Even on the roof beams, there was a constant stream of dust falling down.
It looked like a fight between two men.
It didn't have the exaggerated special effects of the Marvel Universe.
However, every time they collided, their fists hit flesh.
Even the people in the hotel could clearly feel that the building seemed to be shaking. If it weren't for the fact that the hotel was surrounded by the ghostly aura, which would suppress and blur the senses of ordinary people, the guests and staff in the hotel might have run out of the building screaming, "Earthquake!"
Zhou Ze's feet were about to leave the ground.
However, at this moment, two fangs grew out from the corner of his mouth.
Runes also appeared on his upper body.
Zhou Ze, who was about to be carried by the scabby-headed monk from behind, firmly stepped on the ground again and began to exert his strength. He grabbed the monk's head with one hand and twisted the other party's shoulder with the other.
"Go, to your father!"
He bent his waist.
He bent his knees.
He turned around.
The monk was "Carried" by Zhou Ze.
"Amitabha. Immovable as a mountain!"
A layer of golden light landed on the monk's body.
Zhou Ze felt that the person he was "Carrying" seemed to be dozens of times heavier than before!
"Kacha! Boom!"
The floor collapsed.
Zhou Ze and the scabby-headed monk fell into the room on the next floor.
Fortunately, the room on the next floor was empty. There were no guests. Otherwise, who knew how scared they would be.
The floor collapsed, but it did not stop Zhou Ze and the scabby-headed monk from continuing to wrestle.
At the same time, Zhou Ze sensed wisps of Buddha-attributed aura crazily piercing into his body.
"Roar!"
Zhou Ze let out a roar.
He knew that he could not continue like this.
The current him.
He encountered a situation similar to Feng Si.
The mangy-headed monk was now like a bug.
Especially for the "Underworld Player".
In an instant.
Zhou Ze immediately released his strength.
The monk instantly took control of the situation.
He slammed Zhou Ze onto the floor.
The floor didn't break this time, and it didn't even crack. It wasn't because the monk had held back in the end. It was just like when a person punched someone, their arm was completely swung out. In fact, the force of the attack without holding back was greater. The monk had used a rebound force at the end.
Zhou Ze felt as if his internal organs were twisting.
If it wasn't for the fact that this body had been polished by him many times, it might have been smashed into a pile of minced meat by the impact.
However.
Zhou Ze did not stop his movements.
Taking advantage of the short moment when the monk was above him.
His ten fingers went up.
"Add sugar!"
Ten fingernails.
Ten fingernails.
Zhou Ze did not hold back.
It was completely shot out!
"Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
... "
Ten fingernails.
They completely entered the monk's body.
Even with his current physical body, he was unable to block the sharpness of Zhou Ze's fingernails in this gap.
"Da Da Da Da..."
The scabby-headed monk staggered backward.
On his chest.
Ten black fingernails woke him up.
Fresh blood kept dripping down.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the terrifying pain in his body. He forced himself to get up again. He bent his back and his hands drooped on both sides of his body.
His two fangs reflected a ferocious luster. In the depths of his eyes, there was a scarlet luster that was slowly flowing, as if it could completely cover his entire eyes at any time.
The ten fingers were there.
Fresh blood was dripping from the wound.
The ten fingers were connected to the heart.
This kind of pain was naturally something that others could not understand. The last time Zhou Ze was like this was when he was facing the little boy.
However, the current Zhou Ze had improved a lot compared to the past.
But when he was still facing the scabby-headed monk.
He was forced into such a predicament.
Fortunately.
The other party would definitely not be comfortable.
In fact, the difference between Feng Si'er and Zhou Ze was that if they were both in Hell and did not rely on external forces, Zhou Ze would really be afraid of him.
But in the world of the living.
When they had the support of their physical bodies.
Feng Si'er would often be restricted too much.
If Feng Si'er was given a suitable physical body, although he might not be able to stop the scabby-headed monk on the mountaintop, he would at least not be crushed and flee back to Hell.
The scabby-headed monk opened his mouth.
He took a deep breath.
For a moment.
The wound on his chest immediately stopped bleeding, and layers of black ice covered the wound.
This was a sign that the thick ghost aura had materialized.
The scabby-headed monk in front of him.
Half of his face was benevolent, and the other half was ferocious.
Buddha and ghosts coexisted.
It looked extremely strange.
"Buddha is merciful!"
The scabby-headed monk closed his eyes.
A Buddha lotus appeared under his feet.
Step by step, he walked toward Zhou Ze.
Every step he took was a lotus.
It formed a natural suppression of an existence like a "Ghost.".
Zhou Ze could feel a burning pain coming from his feet and his body.
"Benefactor, if he doesn't come out, this penniless monk can only kill him."
The scabby-headed monk said in a deep voice.
Zhou Ze's left hand was in a pool.
A pen fell into his palm.
The pen was instantly soaked in the blood of Zhou Ze's palm.
When the Buddha lotus appeared under his feet and was about to completely cover him.
Zhou Ze suddenly bent down.
He stabbed the pen in his hand into the floor.
"Buzz!"
The Buddha lotus shattered.
Zhou Ze tilted his neck slightly.
He stared at the scabby-headed monk in front of him.
He smiled.
"He said that you're not worthy to let him come out."