Chapter 15 Are You Happy Now?

“You’ve been in this unit for so long,
and you don’t know that you can actually pull strings here?”

The back door here doesn’t refer to unspoken rules involving personal connections; it really means that the Confucian Temple, in addition to its front entrance, does indeed have a back door.

In this world, there's no such thing as unprovoked love, and a pie falling from the sky can kill you, according to the laws of mechanics.

If the dwarfish old man had only given a few pointers and spouted some mysterious words, imitating the Patriarch Bodhi tapping Sun Wukong on the back of the head three times, Zhou Ze might have pondered it carefully, feeling it to be more realistic and reassuring.

But what was strange was that the dwarfish old man was too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that Zhou Ze found it somewhat unreal.

Could it be that ghosts have also started a trend of doing good deeds in recent years?

Especially after the old man refused to enter the Confucian Temple with him, Zhou Ze became more cautious and careful. The Confucian Temple wasn't very big; Zhou Ze entered from the front gate and immediately exited from the back, circling around.

Facts proved that Zhou Ze's choice was correct.

Just as the old man himself had said, human hearts are separated by skin, let alone ghosts?

Furthermore, what Zhou Ze found somewhat absurd was that the reason the old man wanted to take revenge on him was actually because of that…

He had saved a patient, and then half a month later, that patient drove drunk and had a car accident, which also resulted in the death of the dwarfish old man's grandson in the accident.

The dwarfish old man actually blamed him, believing that if he hadn't tried his best to save that patient's life, his grandson wouldn't have died.

What a bizarre train of thought.

"I was a doctor in my previous life; healing the sick and saving people is my duty." Zhou Ze smiled slightly. "I don't think I did anything wrong. You hate me, even to this extent, it's really unreasonable.

Perhaps, you just feel that your descendants have been cut off, and you've been serving this clay statue for sixty years, only to have it all be for nothing, so you have resentment in your heart and want to find someone to vent it on, so you chose me?"

The dwarfish old man glared fiercely at Zhou Ze, licked his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This is the sin you created, the person who should have died, why did you save him!"

"In the eyes of a doctor, those who die after all-out efforts to save them are the ones who truly die. I don't accept the reason you gave. That so-called karma is utter nonsense."

If he were held responsible for everything the people he saved did wrong, wouldn't that be a huge joke?

Zhou Ze remembered reading in a British veteran's memoir that during World War I, he personally captured the Führer and had the opportunity to turn a blind eye and shoot that little dwarf, but he didn't do it and treated him as a prisoner of war.

Does that mean that the sins committed by the Third Reich in the future should all be attributed to that British veteran?

Zhou Ze shook his head, realizing that it was impossible to reason with this guy. The next moment, Zhou Ze's fingernails began to grow longer, and black aura swirled around his fingertips.

"You're going to wipe out the young ones and take the old ones with you in one fell swoop?" The dwarfish old man said in exasperation. "This is the Confucian Temple, the resting place of sages. Even genuine ghost officers wouldn't dare to be presumptuous here!"

"Go to hell."

Zhou Ze walked directly towards the dwarfish old man.

"I only follow one principle: you wanted to kill me just now, so now I'm going to kill you!

It's inconvenient to avenge the grudges of the previous life now, but if I still let go of the grudges at hand, then Zhou Ze's temper would be too good!

I can't touch the living for the time being, but can't I touch a ghost?"

The dwarfish old man wanted to escape, but Zhou Ze's hand directly grabbed him and pulled him back violently!

"Whirr!"

The dwarfish old man let out a scream as his body became even more transparent.

"I don't want to go to hell, I don't want to go to hell! Sages, save me, save me!"

Unfortunately,

the clay figures in the Confucian Temple remained as immovable as mountains. If they really had spirits, how could they have allowed the dwarfish old man's family line to be completely cut off?

"Who said I was going to send you to hell?" Zhou Ze smiled. "Do you think you still have a chance to go to hell?"

After speaking, Zhou Ze thrust forward directly, then spread his hands open. The pent-up resentment in his heart exploded at this moment, and the dwarfish old man's soul disintegrated!

It was simple,

and also straightforward.

Before dealing with Bai Yingying, Zhou Ze didn't know that he was so capable;

and now, he had a very substantial confidence in his own strength, especially his ability to deal with ghosts, although the dwarfish old man was easily dealt with also because he had weakened his soul by offering sacrifices and serving here for sixty years.

Zhou Ze didn't know if there would be any after-effects from what he had done, nor was he sure if not even giving the old man a chance to go to hell was in line with the little loli’s way of doing things.

But if he always acted like a turtle, he felt that he would eventually run into problems.

Brushing the dust off his shoulders, Zhou Ze took out his phone and called a taxi.

After getting in the car, the driver was very enthusiastic and even offered Zhou Ze a cigarette, which made Zhou Ze feel a little "overwhelmed." Then, while smoking and chatting perfunctorily with the driver,

he also secretly burned the car door with the burning cigarette butt.

The car door wasn't burned through.

Zhou Ze felt relieved; he was really exhausted by the paper car from last time.

When he returned to the bookstore, it was already one o'clock in the morning. Bai Yingying was sitting behind the counter, looking at the computer, clumsily operating the mouse.

After Zhou Ze took a shower and changed his clothes, he was about to go upstairs to rest when he found Bai Yingying still sitting behind the computer, not moving.

How could he sleep if she didn't go up?

Zhou Ze walked behind Bai Yingying and found that this female corpse was actually playing the single-player game *Beach Head*, playing very excitedly.

"Time to rest," Zhou Ze reminded.

"Oh," Bai Yingying responded, not realizing what he meant.

"I said, time to rest," Zhou Ze said in a louder voice.

"Oh, okay!" Bai Yingying stuck out her tongue, quit the game, and then obediently went upstairs.

There were two reed mats on the second floor. The freezer had temporarily been moved to the corner. If an outsider accidentally came up to the second floor, they might think that there were two corpses placed on the mats there.

"Boss, you must be tired today, right?" Bai Yingying asked tentatively.

Zhou Ze didn't reply. He didn't want to talk much about tonight's events, especially the fact that he had passed by his own home several times without entering. There was really nothing to brag about.

Seeing that Zhou Ze was ignoring her, Bai Yingying obediently closed her eyes. A slight amount of yin energy constantly emanated from her body, causing the surrounding temperature to drop and also allowing Zhou Ze's mind to slowly relax.

Well,

time to sleep.

…………

"Glug... glug... glug..."

Like the sound of boiling water,

Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes and found that he was floating on a pool of water, surrounded by hot air, like lying in a large bathtub in a bathroom.

In the distance, there was a very wide but also very muddy road, and groups of white figures were walking along the road numbly.

This place, it was so familiar.

Zhou Ze slowly sat up and found that he could actually sit on the water without falling in.

"You're here too."

A man's voice sounded beside Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze turned his head sharply and saw a young man in a hoodie standing next to him.

Beside the young man in the hoodie was a small figure crouching on the ground, like a cat.

The man was wearing a hoodie, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but he gave Zhou Ze a very familiar feeling.

However, for a moment, Zhou Ze couldn't remember who he was.

"Don't be nervous, this is a dream," the young man in the hoodie said. "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly; as dead people, it's very common for us to dream of returning to hell."

"Who are you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Does a name have any meaning here?"

The man asked back.

Zhou Ze was momentarily speechless. Indeed, the young man in the hoodie had made it very clear that only dead people would dream of returning to hell. Everyone was already dead, so what was the point of telling each other their names?

"They're coming to catch me," the young man in the hoodie said.

"Catch you?" Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment. "Catch you back to hell?"

"Heh..." The young man in the hoodie chuckled.

Immediately afterward, the young man in the hoodie turned around and prepared to leave. The cat beside him also slowly followed him, preparing to leave together.

Suddenly, Zhou Ze thought of something and immediately said, "Are you the one from Rong City?

The employee of the old Taoist who runs the underworld shop?"

The young man in the hoodie stopped, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Ze. "Employee?"

"Could it be... not?"

"I guess so. Do you know that old Taoist?" the other party asked.

"Kind of," Zhou Ze replied.

"Oh." The young man in the hoodie pointed around. The surrounding white fog was getting thicker and thicker. He opened his mouth and said, "The dream is about to end."

"This is the first time I've had this kind of dream," Zhou Ze said.

"You'll slowly get used to it." The young man in the hoodie seemed to want to say a few more words because of Zhou Ze's relationship with the old Taoist. He didn't rush to leave. He pointed to the pool of water under his feet. "Do you remember this pool of water?"

Zhou Ze looked at his feet and nodded.

"Go down!"

The young man in the hoodie walked to Zhou Ze's side, reached out and pressed on Zhou Ze's shoulder, and then the two of them sank into the pool of water together.

The pool water was crystal clear, and the visibility in the water was very high.

"Have you noticed anything missing?" the young man in the hoodie asked.

"That... that woman... is gone."

Zhou Ze looked around the pool of water and discovered the problem. The faceless woman he had encountered when he first went to hell was gone!

"Oh," the young man in the hoodie replied. Immediately afterward, Zhou Ze saw two red glows appear under the other party's hat. These were the other party's eyes.

Blood-red eyes!

For a moment, a boundless sense of fear began to surge.

A terrifying sense of crisis suddenly descended.

Zhou Ze's fingernails also grew out, and black halos appeared in his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Ze asked warily.

The young man in the hoodie smiled and pointed at him. "Look at yourself."

Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at himself.

He was stunned to find that layers upon layers of black hair were wrapped around his body. He hadn't even noticed when this hair had appeared.

"She's already come looking for you," the young man in the hoodie reminded.

…………

The morning sun gave people a warm feeling. Xu Qinglang made a cup of tea, carried a rattan chair, and sat at the entrance of the shop, basking in the sun. No one would order takeout at this time, and he was happy to be idle.

A taxi stopped at the intersection in front, and a high school-looking girl got out of it.

The girl was very pretty, with a slight baby fat on her face, and she was already a budding beauty.

The girl walked to the entrance of the bookstore and saw that the bookstore was locked, so she kicked the door with her foot.

"Xu Le, you bastard, get out here!"

But there was no response.

Xu Qinglang took a sip of tea and said, "What do you want him for?"

"My sister has been on sick leave at home for more than a week, locking herself in her room every day and not going out. She doesn't eat or drink. Xu Le, that bastard, must have made my sister angry again!

I'm going to call him back today and make him apologize to my sister."

"Your sister?" Xu Qinglang figured out what was going on. "Your sister must have been very tired last night."

"What do you mean by that?" The younger sister frowned.

"It doesn't mean anything. Don't meddle in adult relationships. Take care of your own little boyfriend, that's all." Xu Qinglang pretended to be educating a little girl.

"You're such a weird person. Just because you look good doesn't mean I wouldn't dare to hit you!

What business is it of yours?"

The younger sister raised her hand, indicating that she was really going to hit him!

Xu Qinglang "tsk"ed and said leisurely, "Don't worry, your sister and your brother-in-law's relationship is fine."

Actually, there was a sentence that Xu Qinglang didn't say, but said in his heart: that Doctor Lin looked like a very traditional woman, who knew she could be so open.

The speed at which she overcame her inner demons and embraced a new life was so fast.

Tsk tsk,

sure enough, the power of love was indeed powerful and also irrational. Throughout history, countless infatuated men and women had turned into moths rushing toward this flame called love.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't mean anything. Forget it, I'll give you a little advice. Tell your sister that her Cayenne has more space than that white Maserati. It's more comfortable to do things inside."

"Maserati?" The younger sister asked in confusion.

"Yeah, isn't that your sister's new car?"

"My sister hasn't left the house for more than a week. Where did she get a new car, let alone a Maserati?"

The younger sister looked at Xu Qinglang inexplicably, and then, as if she had thought of something, she kicked the bookstore door again violently.

"Okay, Xu Le, I get it!

You eat my family's food,

use my family's things,

and the money to open this bookstore was also given by my sister.

Now that you've grown wings, you've hooked up with another sugar mommy, right?

That sugar mommy even drives a Maserati to date you, right!

Xu Le, you're eating from the inside out, you have no conscience!"

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came.

The younger sister was startled.

She turned her head and looked at Xu Qinglang, who was lying in the rattan chair next to her.

Just now, it was the sound of the water cup in Xu Qinglang's hand falling to the ground.

Xu Qinglang opened his mouth, looking terrified,

and then suddenly jumped out of the rattan chair

and started kicking the door of the bookstore like crazy.

"You bastard,

wake up, you hear me?

Still sleeping, you son of a bitch?

That night, you really got haunted!"