"Cremation?"
"Cremation?"
"Cremation?"
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move while he was possessed, Boss Zhou would have vomited a mouthful of blood! Thus he was destined to be cremated in his previous and next life, right? He randomly found a suitable body to temporarily possess and rest. He had just finished the first spa in his life. Before he could enjoy the aftertaste, he had to be pushed into the incinerator?
When he was in a conscious state the last time he had been rescued, he was transported to the funeral, mourned, and sent into the incinerator; it had almost become Zhou Ze's inner demon. That kind of experience was an unimaginable fear, especially when he was pushed into the incinerator. That kind of oppression and grievance was enough to make him break down! Until now, it was a psychological shadow that Zhou Ze could not erase.
"Okay, Director Zhao, let's begin."
