Zhou Ze was not sure if there was reincarnation in this world, and if karma really existed. However, there was one thing he was sure of. Those who did evil and coveted ill-gotten gains would eventually receive the punishment they deserved.
At least..,
They would die of old age.
He opened the Gate of Hell, reached out to grab the man in the red shirt, and directly threw him inside. A job was completed.
Next, Zhou Ze entered the state of a salted fish again. He lay on the sofa, holding the newspaper and drinking coffee. After experiencing the twists and turns of the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state was the most enjoyable.
He maintained this posture until night. Xu Qinglang walked over and whispered to Zhou Ze, "There's no money in the store's account."
The rent of the bookstore was actually not expensive. After all, it was rented from the Xu family. At that time, the Xu family gave the green light when they were discussing the price.
However, the food and drink of everyone, plus the utilities and so on, was not a small amount. The coffee that boss Zhou was drinking now was imported, and the price was not cheap. The drinks that Xu Qinglang mixed for the customers were all cheap goods from small bars, but the ones that he drank himself were not cheap.
In addition, the business of the living people in the bookstore was not very good. Just from the fact that Zhou Ze had not entered the bookstore again, it was clear how bad the business of the bookstore was.
"Go get the paper money and burn it at the door. Burn more."
"Okay."
Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money. When the old priest, who was playing with monkey, saw this scene, he immediately came over.
For the old priest, there was no game in this world more fun than burning paper money. It was more enjoyable than playing slot machines. He squatted in front of the store and burned it. After a while, someone would come over and throw the money. It was simply wonderful.
"Take more," the old Daoist muttered from the side.
"Enough," Xu Qinglang said as he took a stack.
"The boss already said to burn more. Why are you saving for him?"
"It's about time. Otherwise, it'll be too wasteful."
"Does his home need you to be it?" The old priest shook his head. "If it's going to be, it should be Yingying."
Xu Qinglang thought about it and felt that it did make sense. He took out another stack and handed it to the old priest. Then, Xu Qinglang and the old priest each took a stack of money and lit it at the entrance of the bookstore under the cover of the night.
After burning it, the old Daoist squatted at the side and smoked, waiting for the RMB to come over.
Actually, the old Daoist had saved quite a lot of paper money. Sometimes, when he met some poor ghosts, Zhou Ze would not be interested in the paper money, so he would give it to the old Daoist.
The old Taoist could not help but hide it. Many a little makes a mickle, and it was not a small sum.
Moreover, the old Daoist had a dream. After accumulating enough ghost notes, he would tape them together and make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothes of the Hezhe tribe.
At that time, he would really be a human-shaped auspicious sign. Just thinking about it made him excited.
If he went to Macau in that outfit, wouldn't he be successful?
An electric car drove over from the front. The old priest and he both looked over. Both of them felt that it should be him.
The person driving the scooter was wearing a blue delivery uniform and a helmet. It was obvious that he was a delivery boy. The delivery boy didn't think much of it at first, but when he passed by the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting in front of the shop, staring straight at him. His heart skipped a beat. Coincidentally, there was a fire hydrant in front of him, so he drove the scooter over.
Clang!
A small box fell down. It was filled with fast food boxes.
The delivery boy immediately stood up, looking a little guilty. He immediately picked up his scooter, as if he did not notice what had fallen down, and drove straight to the road.
"Beep, beep …"
The sound of a car horn could be heard,
Under the gaze of the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang,
The delivery boy was like an iron-head doll. He directly crashed into the bus in front of him, and he caught up head-on.
Bang!
The delivery boy was sent flying,
The scooter also fell apart,
His helmet coincidentally rolled in front of the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang, and it even rolled and shook a few times.
This seemed to be a big deal.
Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
"I told you to burn less," Xu Qinglang complained.
"F * ck, you were the one who took it."
The old Daoist retorted angrily. Then, he got up and picked up the food that the delivery boy had just thrown down. After holding it in his hand, the old Daoist immediately felt that something was wrong. He immediately pulled Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.
"What's going on outside? Was there a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.
The old Daoist took the lunch boxes over, took a deep breath, and opened the first lunch box in front of Zhou Ze. It was filled with money, and it was US dollars!
"Oh, my God."
The old Daoist smacked his lips and immediately opened two more boxes. Inside were still US dollars.
"I'm rich, I'm rich."
The old Daoist could not control his hand and immediately opened the last lunch box. Then, he shouted and immediately retreated. The last lunch box actually contained a bag of small blue pills.
It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!
Xu Qinglang stood at the side. When he saw the US dollars, he was not very excited. These US dollars were less than 100,000, which was only a few hundred thousand yuan. It was not even enough for him to buy a house.
However, when Xu Qinglang saw the blue pill, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Who left it?" Zhou Ze asked.
"A delivery boy," the brother replied.
"Where is he?"
"Here, he's the one who got into a car accident outside. He was sent flying." The old Daoist pointed outside.
Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the door to take a look. There were already many onlookers gathered at the scene of the car accident, but he could also see through the gap that the delivery boy was lying on the ground, bleeding non-stop. He was probably dying.
"Take some more paper money and burn it at the door. Don't cause any trouble," Zhou Ze instructed the old Daoist.
"Alright."
The old Daoist wiped the sweat off his forehead and immediately went to the drawer to take out a few ghost notes to burn at the door. This time, it was not to ask for money, but to avoid trouble.
Zhou Ze pointed at the US dollars on the table and gestured for Xu Qinglang to put them away. He would treat them as his household expenses for the time being. Then, he picked up the bag containing the blue pills and walked to the bathroom.
"Hualala …"
A large bag of blue pills was poured into the toilet by Zhou Ze and flushed down the toilet. The pills also went into the sewer.
In fact, this bag of pills might be more valuable, but boss Zhou was unmoved. Just like the father and son who had eaten the steamed bun last time, this kind of thing was a living person who had been stained with the evil deeds left behind by him. Even ghosts were unwilling to touch it.
After doing all this, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.
The police and ambulance arrived very quickly. The delivery boy's car accident was quite serious and he died immediately. At first, there were not many police officers who came. They just treated it as a normal car accident, but later, many more police officers came, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Zhou Ze guessed that the police must have found out the true identity of the delivery boy and started a major investigation. There were also police officers who came to the bookstore to take witness statements, and the old Daoist was in charge of receiving them.
After finishing, the old Daoist smiled and said, "He really is a drug dealer. We can do justice on behalf of the heavens by burning a ghost note in front of our own house."
"Something he left behind?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"We were lucky, or the ghost note we burned later worked. The two cameras here had a problem with the wiring today, and they went on strike, so we can use those US dollars ourselves."
Zhou Ze nodded when he heard that. The money obtained from burning ghost notes was basically ill-gotten money, so he did not have any psychological burden to use it.
"Hey, Death Attendant, come and clean up."
The priest who was sitting at the side in the Death Attendant's clothes stood up, took the mop from the old Daoist, and began to clean up.
The old Daoist was not idle either. He began to set up the tables and chairs and clean up the coffee table.
Because the boss was a germaphobe, this kind of cleaning had to be done once a day.
Zhou Ze walked upstairs. Bai Yingying was already in the bedroom. She was sitting on a chair and watching a movie with her headphones on.
Actually, Bai Yingying's appearance had basically recovered recently, but that was only on the surface. The internal deficit could only be recovered after Zhou Ze's body recovered.
However, she just sat there with her white hair draped over her shoulders and her feet on the desk. Instead, she looked more tranquil than before.
Especially that pair of small feet that kept bending and stretching gently, as if they could seduce souls.
Beautiful curves, just the right amount of curvature.
Zhou Ze could not help but stand at the door and watch for a while. People always had the urge to appreciate beautiful things.
"Boss, Boss, not good, not good!"
The old Daoist ran up with something in his hand.
"Boss?"
Bai Yingying took off her headphones and walked over.
"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Boss, I found this under the chair. It's a card in a few ghost notes."
Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the "Money left behind by the ghost would usually be left on the ground or stuck under the chair the ghost had sat on before. The old Daoist would pay attention to these places when cleaning.
However, this was the first time a small card had appeared in the ghost notes. The card was black, and it did not look like the kind of thing that would be stuffed through the crack in the door of a hotel at night.
The card was a little cold in the hand, and there were two lines of words engraved on it:
"Town of the Lost welcomes you, the new home of the dead."
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The new home of the dead?
The home of the dead should be hell. Why did a small town suddenly appear here?
"Boss, this is stealing business!" The old Daoist shouted.
Zhou ze nodded,
Yes,
It was indeed stealing business.
"No wonder boss, not a single ghost came to your door while you were unconscious. I thought it was strange," Bai Yingying said.
Boss Zhou liked to lie in the bookstore, read the newspaper, drink coffee, and be a salted fish. That was also based on the fact that every day, there would be dead souls coming to his door to give him performance and ghost notes. Now that someone was stealing business, of course, boss Zhou could not just smile generously and ignore it.
Moreover, according to the rules of the underworld, every area in the world of the living had a corresponding ghost messenger in charge. In this area, ghost messengers monopolized the local ghost express delivery industry. Once there was a monopoly and they were used to it, if there was any competition, the monopolist would definitely not think of improving the service level to increase their competitiveness. Instead, they would instinctively choose to annex and suppress it.
For example, at this moment, boss Zhou did not even think of developing any new activities in his bookstore to attract the dead souls to his door. Instead, he instinctively chose a more direct and violent method.
"Call Lin Ke. We'll go out at three o'clock in the morning."
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. The little loli also had to contribute to this matter. All along, Zhou Ze ate meat, and the little loli drank soup beside him. She could also improve her performance. This time, the unfamiliar competitor was equivalent to destroying their business together.
"Let's go out and talk to them?" The old Daoist asked.
Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist and smiled,
He said,
"Kill them."
Any existence that affects me being a salted fish,
Are all heretics,
Must be resolutely attacked!
Those who stop me from being a salted fish,