Is this what a zombie is?

111. No wonder you're stuck in traffic.

"Bang!"

Jiang Chen roughly pressed Tai Sui against the wall. Tai Sui did not resist at all during the whole process, otherwise Jiang Chen would not have been able to pull him away at all.

That face, almost identical to Ai Yi's, always wore an infuriating smile, which infuriated Jiang Chen, yet he was helpless to do anything about it.

"Tai Sui, I don't care what you're thinking, or what kind of fun you want to see."

"But she can't."

Jiang Chen did not specify who it was, but both of them knew perfectly well.

"I know I'm no match for you, but that doesn't mean I won't take action against you."

This was Jiang Chen's warning. Although it wasn't very intimidating, Tai Sui still obediently raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender. His smile grew even brighter, filled with the pleasure of a successful prank.

"Oh my, how terrifying. Our Manager Jiang is so manly. If I were a young girl, I would be completely smitten with you."

Although Tai Sui had "surrendered," Jiang Chen remained unyielding. There were few people he cared about now, but Qiu Ziting was one of them, and she was still someone he cared about.

"Don't worry, my dear Manager Jiang, I wouldn't stoop so low as to make things difficult for an ordinary young girl just for a bit of fun. That would be too boring, wouldn't it?"

Jiang Chen continued to stare intently at him, but gradually loosened her grip.

Even though Jiang Chen couldn't be 100% sure that the old monster Tai Sui still cared about his status, it would be a bit impolite of him not to let go since that was the case.

Tai Sui seemed to see through his thoughts. His smile remained unchanged, but he glanced at the noisy booth downstairs.

"I won't make things difficult for ordinary people, but that doesn't mean others won't. If something happens to her, don't blame me."

Jiang Chen felt a chill and followed Tai Sui's gaze downstairs.

His gaze pierced through the bustling crowd, past the flashing lights, and landed precisely on the direction of the booths.

Just now, at the social gathering organized by Li Xiaoyue's group, a senior student arrived late.

He was a man wearing black-rimmed glasses, and his appearance gave off a somewhat sleazy vibe.

He was holding a wine glass, smiling broadly as he apologized to everyone, adopting a very humble posture.

To the average person, he's just a man with a somewhat sleazy appearance and unremarkable demeanor. There's nothing to pay attention to, and looking at him too much would be unpleasant for one's eyes.

But in Jiang Chen's eyes, it was a completely different scene.

After being resurrected by the Resurrection Incense, he could see gray negative emotional energy. Now his body has merged with the power of the Zombie Fungus Mother, the Blood Coral Tai Sui, and the dragon energy from the self-destruction of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Totem.

Under the influence of many factors, and after eight months of deliberate training and reflection, this ability has undergone a qualitative transformation, and now he can see "qi".

It's somewhat similar to the legendary art of observing qi, but it's not as mysterious. It doesn't have the ability to predict fate or foresee impending misfortune.

However, based on his own abilities, Jiang Chen did develop some practical skills.

In his view, the world is no longer just made of matter, but also composed of countless interwoven "qi".

Emotional fluctuations, the strength of life energy, and even hidden energy attributes will all manifest as "qi" in different colors and forms.

Jiang Chen could see through the true forms of Little Yellow, Big Yellow, and Big White; their transformations could not fool his eyes.

But the true forms of the mirage, the gluttonous one, and the Grand Duke Jupiter remained unseen.

What's even more certain is that the true form of the mirage has never been revealed; it has always used illusions, alternating between ordinary sleight of hand and mental illusions.

At this moment, Jiang Chen saw a layer of dark aura on the bespectacled senior.

Resentment, jealousy, and bitterness—all sorts of negative emotions intertwined, creating a sticky feeling.

And at the center of this dark, negative energy, something is writhing.

It was an illusory spirit, its outline blurred, like an amorphous shadow, lying on the back of the bespectacled senior, its countless fine tentacles already deeply embedded in his spine.

It's like a parasite, greedily feeding on the negative emotions that arise from its host, and slowly expanding as these emotions grow stronger.

The Awakened One.

Moreover, he is an awakened being possessed by a spirit.

In ancient times, his condition would have been considered possession by an evil spirit, and he would have gradually lost himself before long.

Seeing this, how could Jiang Chen not understand what Tai Sui meant?

The atmosphere in the booths downstairs was a bit awkward.

"Hey Wang Hao, you've got quite the nerve, making so many of us wait for you."

The finance major, dressed in a suit and tie, was a little tipsy. In addition, there was nothing that appealed to him at this social gathering, and the girls who did seem indifferent to him. This made him want to find a sense of superiority and presence in front of Wang Hao.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the bus was stuck in traffic. How about this, I'll punish myself with three drinks."

"You came by bus? No wonder you had traffic. We all drove here."

As he spoke, he placed the car keys on the table.

Although he doesn't drive an expensive luxury car, it's not cheap either, and he bought it with his own salary.

The other two also laid out their car keys, a silent display of power and competition.

"Wang Hao, aren't you in IT? I heard you're a project manager, which should be quite lucrative. How come you can't even afford a car?"

Li Xiaoyue was even more blunt, rolling her eyes: "I guess he's not some important manager with real power, just someone in the title."

Wang Hao's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"There are too many people working in IT now. Even though we graduated from prestigious universities, it's not easy to make a living."

"It's probably because you're not doing well. If all else fails, you can come work at the company I work for, and I'll introduce you to them."

"We'll talk about that later. Let's drink first."

"Okay, I'll punish myself, I'll punish myself."

As Wang Hao spoke, he poured himself another full glass of wine, but a fleeting, extremely sinister resentment flashed deep in his eyes.

The illusory spirit on his back seemed to sense the intense fluctuations in its host's emotions, and began to wriggle restlessly, its size seemingly growing even larger.

Qiu Ziting showed no reaction to the farce unfolding in the booth.

She was absent-minded the whole time, unconsciously stroking the slightly worn phone charm that Jiang Chen had given her.

Her gaze kept wandering around the bar, as if she were searching for something.

The image of "Manager Jiang's" back kept replaying in my mind.

so similar.

Whether it's the way she walks, her upright shoulder line, or the unintentional profile of her face when she turns around, everything overlaps perfectly with the person deep in her memory.

Even their surnames are the same.