Zhou Ze sat down and did not continue to hit him. Indeed, he had no reason to hit him. Whether or not he wanted the child was his own freedom, and it was also his right to control.
Moreover..,
Now even the only victim,
None of them wanted to hit someone.
"Heh …"
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.
Sun Tao got up from the ground. He pointed at Zhou Ze and yelled, "What's wrong with you? I'm calling the police. I'm going to check my injuries."
"You deserve it," Zhou Ze exhaled a ring of smoke without lifting his head.
"You … You … You …" Sun Tao pointed at Zhou Ze, then pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked out. He cursed his bad luck in his heart. Why did he come to this bookstore for no reason today?
The baby wanted to follow them out, but Zhou Ze grabbed him.
The baby was struggling and very dissatisfied, but Zhou Ze ignored his reaction and continued to press him to the ground.
"Why are you still following me? If you continue to follow me, you won't even have a chance in your next life," Zhou Ze said.
"Squeak squeak squeak squeak …"
The baby was still struggling and could not hear Zhou Ze at all.
"Superior."
The woman moved closer to Zhou Ze and sent him off with a flirtatious look. It was obvious that she thought Zhou Ze was keeping the baby for her.
Right,
Most men have a dream to raise.
The female corpse felt that she was perfect for the job.
Whether it was in terms of age or figure.
"Superior … Ma … En … Ma … Boss … En … Ma … Ma …"
The dead woman swayed her body and shook her body just right.
Then, people wanted to be quiet, but the flesh didn't stop.
It was a magnificent sight.
"I will continue to grow, as long as I have enough nutrition."
"Scram."
"…" The female corpse was speechless.
"Keep an eye on him, don't let him escape. If you eat it, you'll die with him," Zhou Ze rose to his feet expressionlessly.
"Yes, Boss."
The dead woman squatted down and grabbed the baby with both hands.
"Boss, will he call the police?" The woman was afraid of trouble.
"No, people like him wouldn't make such a ruckus that the whole world would know he was beaten up because he was drunk."
"Heh, a guy who wants to save face," the dead woman said disdainfully.
Actually, there was something Zhou Ze did not mention. That guy's personality was actually the same as his in the past.
Zhou Ze looked at the position of his right palm and slowly closed his eyes. He chanted something in his heart before opening his eyes again.
Hmm.
Nothing happened.
Then, Zhou Ze squatted down, stretched out his palm, and reached for the baby.
Hmm.
Still, nothing happened.
The woman holding the baby was confused at first, but she soon realized what Zhou Ze was trying to do. She trembled slightly, trying her best to hold back her laughter.
Zhou Ze glanced at the dead woman. "If you can't hold it in, then don't hold it in."
Even Zhou Ze could not help but smile wryly.
The little loli said that she would give him the key to Hell's Gate, but when he tried to open the gate for the first time, he didn't know how to open it.
In short, the little loli shouldn't have simply played a joke on him and imprinted something similar to a tattoo on his hand.
"Hahahahaha … How could I laugh at you, boss …?
Hahahahaha … I wouldn't dare to be disrespectful to the boss …
Hahahaha. "
"Alright, do you know how to drive it?" Zhou Ze asked.
The dead woman shook her head. "Boss, I really don't know. Maybe there's a chant?"
When Zhou Ze heard this, he silently recalled what Xu Qinglang had told him about the scene when the little loli retrieved his parents' souls.
He immediately opened his hands and said in a deep voice,
"Hell has its order, the Yellow Spring can be crossed."
"Phew …"
Dried leaves drifted past the glass door.
It felt like a crow was flying away with a caw … caw … caw … caw.
The bookstore was still quiet.
Either way, there was still no reaction.
"Maybe we should change the chant?" the dead woman suggested. "Everyone has something that suits them, right?"
"Are you asking me to shout Open Sesame?" Zhou Ze asked in return.
"Well, it depends on what position you like," the dead woman said.
The dead woman sounded like a child talking nonsense.
Zhou Ze recalled Xu Qinglang had shouted the chant 'Wuji of Heaven and Earth, Mystic Heart Technique' during the fight that night. He then took out the talisman and the copper mirror.
However, as Xu Qinglang had mentioned, he had only used the two lines in the dramas that he had watched in the past. It was similar to the background music when the main character appeared in a movie.
As a matter of fact, it was completely useless.
Now that he thought about it, the phrase 'Hell has its order, the Yellow Spring can be crossed' when the little girl opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue was probably something similar.
It seemed like the little girl was no different from Xu Qinglang in terms of interest, even if she was an experienced Envoy.
With a thought, the nails on Zhou Ze's left index finger began to grow longer.
The dead woman wore a fearful look. She was afraid of Zhou Ze, and she was most afraid of Zhou Ze's nails. The nails had an aura that she was afraid of.
It made Zhou Ze suspect that the old man who had died in front of him was not as simple as he seemed.
There were two types of stowaways. One was like him in the past, who had to behave with his tail between his legs. The other was like the one in Chengdu that the little girl mentioned, who had caused a lot of trouble. Even the Envoys found it difficult to deal with him.
Either way, the old man that infected him with gray nails was not as simple as he seemed.
The black nails pierced into the mark on Zhou Ze's right palm. Then, when Zhou Ze pulled his nails out, a black thread was pulled out by Zhou Ze.
It was like hot caramel, very sticky, but it kept cracking.
Zhou Ze drew a square on the thread that he pulled out.
Then,
The square floated in the air.
The inside turned black. It was empty, and gusts of cold wind blew.
The baby in the dead woman's hand began to struggle. It was obvious that he did not want to go back to Hell.
Death was like an extinguished lamp.
However, not many people could accept it.
Many old people in their seventies and eighties, or even people who had done all kinds of bad things in their lives, were trying to lick their way to live, let alone this baby.
However, Zhou Ze knew that sending him to Hell to look forward to a new beginning and reincarnation was the right choice.
There was no need to ask for his opinion. At that moment, Zhou Ze was very unreasonable. He grabbed the baby from the dead woman and threw him into the pitch-black square.
Following that, the square slowly dissipated, and the air was filled with a faint burning smell.
The dead woman stuck out her tongue and did not say anything.
Zhou Ze was a little lost in thought. After all, this was the first time he had sent a ghost back to Hell. Zhou Ze did not even do it to the woman who wanted to accompany her son for his college entrance exam.
"Have you been to Hell?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No," the dead woman replied honestly, "And I can't go down."
The dead woman did not have her own soul.
Zombies did not belong to the Five Elements, so they could not return to the human world.
It sounded rather impressive.
However, he had to add another sentence:
Hated by humans, loathed by ghosts, and forsaken by the heavens!
It meant that if the dead woman went out for a stroll, there was a chance that she would be struck by lightning in broad daylight and turn into ashes.
This world was so unfriendly to her.
Humans had the world of the living.
Ghosts had Hell.
Anything that did not belong to the two was considered a heretic.
Zhou Ze returned to the counter. He was not happy about it. He was feeling a little bored.
If the world of the living was a production line, what he was doing was throwing the discarded products into an incinerator to be remade.
"Boss, here's a stack of these."
The dead woman picked up a few notes from the floor and handed them to Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze was surprised. He did not expect to be paid for his work.
"It's easy to meet the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with the little ghost."
The dead woman immediately regretted her words, but she still said, "It's only right for a Ghost Envoy to skin a person when he's sent on his way.
I believe his mother used to burn paper money for him. "
Zhou Ze nodded and accepted the notes. He still had the remaining notes in the drawer behind the counter. Even with the few notes, he still did not have much left.
"Do you know any other friends?
Introduce them to me. As a human... oh no, as a ghost, you should read more to improve. "
"Boss, I only know some lonely souls and wild ghosts. They have long lost their incense offerings and have no money at all. Moreover, they don't dare to come to you. If you take them, wouldn't they be giving you their sales for nothing?"
"Sales?" it was Zhou Ze's first time hearing about it, "Even a Ghost Envoy has sales?"
"Don't tell me there aren't any?" the dead woman asked curiously.
"I don't know," Zhou Ze shrugged.
Zhou Ze shrugged. He really did not know, because the little loli only left him a sentence, "You are the most pretentious person I have ever met." Then, she said,
biu
She went down the stairs.
She did not leave him a book: The Code of Conduct for Ghost Envoys or How to Be a Good Ghost Envoy with Dreams, Struggles, and Pursuits.
"I believe so," the dead woman said hesitantly.
The female corpse seemed to be in a dilemma, "Just like my wife. She stayed in the world of the living for two hundred years to protect her hometown. She was conscientious and conscientious because she wanted to redeem herself after returning to hell. At the same time, she also wanted to become an official.
If her temple hadn't been destroyed and the incense was still burning, it wouldn't have taken so long. "
"Do you know any other Ghost Envoys?" Zhou Ze asked.
"How could I possibly know so many Ghost Envoys?"
"Oh," Zhou Ze nodded. It seemed like he would have to ask someone who knew the ropes.
The sound of an electric scooter came from outside. Xu Qinglang had returned.
"Holy crap, I'm so tired."
Xu Qinglang went into the bookstore and tossed a cigarette at Zhou Ze.
"Didn't you go to order a plaque?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I did. I also bought a batch of goods on the way. Wanchai Pier has been on special recently, so I stocked up a little more. It's really tiring."
"Aren't your dumplings freshly made?"
"Hehe, the cola in the fast food restaurant is bought from the supermarket next door and sold. I don't have the time to make dumplings at home every day."
"Wanchai Pier, it suits you."
"Right, I like that taste too... Heh, that's enough talking, I'm going back to the fridge." Xu Qinglang waved at Zhou Ze and returned to his shop.
After Xu Qinglang left, the dead woman suddenly giggled.
Zhou Ze was a little surprised. "Did you understand?"
The dead woman smiled.
"He is indeed very good-looking. Most men will become gay when they are with him.
So...
Wanchai Pier. "
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PS: Since readers often left comments in the book review section, saying "The author plagiarized 'He Came from Hell', or the author's beginning was very similar to 'He Came from Hell', the dragon made a unified reply: