Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

Chapter 168 He is angry

Song Zhili asked the waiter for two buns and a bowl of porridge, found a seat and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, I suddenly heard a few people at the table next to me gossiping.

"It must be a ghost these days, otherwise why would people be killed one after another?"

"Ah, I don't dare to look at those corpses every time. Who on earth can be so cruel?"

"No way, haven't you heard the rumor yet? I heard that the God of Bad Luck will be resurrected soon, and the recent murders may be related to him."

"What, the God of Mold is coming back to life? This, this, this...what should we do? Once the God of Mold appears, we humans will be doomed!"

"Why are you panicking? From today on, we will go to the Temple of Mold and chant curses every day. I don't believe that we can't bring him down!"

As soon as this person finished speaking, there was a loud slamming sound coming from the table next to him.

Not to mention the three people who were frightened by the noise, even some other customers were scared after hearing it.

They subconsciously turned around to look at the person who slammed the table. As soon as they turned their heads, they saw a man in white holding a fan and slowly standing up.

Song Zhili walked straight to their table with a cold face and sat down.

"I heard you guys discussing the matter of the God of Miserables just now. There are some things I don't quite understand, so I thought I'd come over and ask for your advice in person."

He unfolded the jade-bone fan and placed it in front of his chest, shaking it a few times, with a creepy sneer on his lips.

Even though he had a stunningly beautiful face, the way he looked now in the eyes of these people seemed to make them unable to think of anything other than fear.

The man sitting closest to him swallowed unconsciously before asking in a low voice, "What sentence does this gentleman not understand?"

Song Zhili said: "You said that many people have died recently. I want to ask, how did they die? Do the deceased have any common characteristics?"

"And..." He looked coldly at the person who had just questioned the God of Bad Luck. If you didn't know, you would think that he wanted to kill this person with his eyes.

"The most important point is, on what basis do you think that this incident must have been caused by the God of Miserables? Did he survive? Have you seen the God of Miserables with your own eyes?"

"This……"

The barrage of questions petrified the people present.

They were stunned for a moment, and finally someone spoke first.

"All the dead were injured by sharp teeth. Their common feature is that they have turned into corpses. Some people have analyzed that these corpses are very similar to..."

"Like what, why are you suddenly stuck?"

This time, before Song Zhili could say anything, the two people next to him started to get anxious.

"picture……"

"Like the ice-cold corpse from hundreds of years ago?"

Song Zhili took the initiative to complete the sentence for the other party.

"Yes, although we have never seen the appearance of ice-cold corpses, these corpses are indeed very frightening."

When he said this, the three people in front of him all trembled with fear.

What really frightened them was not these ordinary people, but the ice-poisoned cold corpse that was able to destroy the human world hundreds of years ago.

Although Song Zhili was angry, he also knew that many people had been kept in the dark about this major scam.

If it were him, facing such a terrifying existence, he would also hate it.

So no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he couldn't really kill these people to vent his anger for his master.

"What did you do with the bodies you found so far?"

"Because of the special circumstances, all these bodies were locked in iron cages."

Song Zhili couldn't help but frown. He had no way of confirming whether these corpses were zombies or zombies.

But no matter what kind of corpse it is, their existence is a great danger to humans.

"Which lord is in charge of handling this matter this time? I advise you that no matter what, you must cremate these bodies as soon as possible."

The man sitting next to him nodded and said, "Thank you for your reminder, sir. We will go back and report this to you now."

After saying this, the three of them stood up together.

Just as they were about to leave, Song Zhili suddenly closed his fan and crossed his arms in front of them.

"Before there is solid evidence, please do not slander someone at will. I believe that you have such a big head, you can understand such a simple truth, right?"

They knew what the other party was referring to without even having to think about it.

None of the three responded; they just stood there staring at each other for a long while.

This person looks good and kind, why does he always give people such a terrifying feeling...

Song Zhili chuckled and then put his arm back.

"Everyone, please take care~"

After the people in front of them looked at each other, they immediately rushed out of the inn.

Song Zhili stopped smiling, and at this moment his expression looked truly intimidating.

When the waiter came to clean the table, he held his breath the whole time.

Song Zhili pointed to the place where he had just sat and said, "Let's clean that place up as well."

"Good boy!"

The waiter didn't even dare to look at the other person and ran to the side.

Most people wouldn't dare to mess with customers like this one.

Who knows if your head will be chopped off by the other party in the next moment.

When Song Zhili really gets angry, he is really scary, especially when he hears some bad things about his master.

But he is not an impulsive desperado who would kill anyone he sees.

Now that this situation has occurred, he can't help but suspect Shi Nian and Chang Ying.

It would be fine if it was just a death, but how come there is this ridiculous news that the God of Bad Luck is going to be resurrected?

Isn't it obvious that he wants to frame his master?

The purpose of their doing this is nothing more than to point all the blame at the God of Bad Luck.

They want humans to hate the God of Bad Luck even more, and they want the God of Bad Luck to be stuck in the quagmire forever.

Song Zhili clenched his fingers. His heart ached uncontrollably when he thought of the scenes he had seen on the murals before.

Master has already gone through hardship once, and in this life, he will never let the tragedy happen again.

……

After waiting in the inn for a whole day, little Shuda didn't know how many naps he had taken, but he still didn't see his brother.

Song Zhili was sitting in front of the door of the inn, with the kitten in his arms stepping on him.

He was purring comfortably while pedaling.

"Why hasn't your brother come yet? It will be the next day soon."

Song Zhili sighed and said, "I don't know either. He said he would pick me up today...Xiao Shuda, do you think he has forgotten about picking me up a long time ago?"

"Meow~ It's possible. After all, he doesn't know you very well."