Chapter 39 Releasing the Ghost

Zhou Ze sat down, stopping his assault. Indeed, he had no real reason to hit the man. Whether to have a child was their freedom, their right to decide.

Besides,

Even the only aggrieved party

Didn't want him to intervene.

"Heh..."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

Sun Tao scrambled to his feet, pointing at Zhou Ze as he shouted, "You're crazy! I'm calling the police! I'm getting a medical examination!"

"You deserved it," Zhou Ze said, not even bothering to look up as he exhaled a smoke ring.

"You... you... you..." Sun Tao sputtered, then pushed open the bookstore door and stormed out, cursing his bad luck. Why had he inexplicably wandered into this bookstore today?

The infant still wanted to follow him out, but Zhou Ze grabbed it.

The infant struggled, clearly unhappy, but Zhou Ze ignored its reaction and held it firmly on the ground.

"What are you following him for? If you keep going, you won't even get a chance at the next life," Zhou Ze said.

"Zhi zhi zhi zhi..."

The infant continued to struggle, completely ignoring Zhou Ze's words.

"Shang cha," the female corpse leaned closer to Zhou Ze, batting her eyes with a suggestive, ingratiating look. She clearly thought that Zhou Ze had kept the infant to nourish her.

Right?

Most men had a dream of raising something.

The female corpse felt she was perfect,

Both in age and figure.

"Shang cha... mmm... mmm... Boss... mmm... mmm..."

The female corpse swayed, shaking just enough.

Her flesh wouldn't stay still;

A truly spectacular sight.

"He'll keep growing, you know, as long as the nutrition is good."

"Get lost."

"..." The female corpse.

"Keep an eye on him. Don't let him run. If you eat him, you die too." Zhou Ze stood up, expressionless.

"Yes, Boss."

The female corpse had no choice but to crouch down and hold the infant.

"Boss, he won't call the police, will he?" The female corpse dreaded trouble.

"No. Someone like him won't want the whole world knowing he got drunk and beaten up."

"Heh, a face-saving bastard," the female corpse sneered.

Actually, Zhou Ze didn't voice one thought. That guy's personality was actually similar to his own in the past.

Zhou Ze looked at the palm of his right hand, slowly closed his eyes, and silently recited something in his mind. Then he opened his eyes.

Well,

Nothing happened.

Then, Zhou Ze crouched down, extended his hand, and reached toward the infant.

Well,

Still nothing happened.

The female corpse, who was holding the infant, was initially confused, but soon realized what Zhou Ze was trying to do. Her body trembled slightly as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Zhou Ze glanced at the female corpse. "If you can't hold it in, don't."

Yes, even Zhou Ze himself had to smile wryly.

The little loli had said that the key to the gates of hell was in his hand, but when he first tried to open the gate and send the ghost in, he didn't know how to do it.

In any case, the little loli wouldn't simply play a joke on him, just leaving a tattoo-like mark on his hand.

"Hahahaha... How could this humble servant dare laugh at you, Boss...?

Hahahaha... This humble servant wouldn't dare be disrespectful to you, Boss...

Hahaha..."

"Alright, do you know how to open it?" Zhou Ze asked.

The female corpse shook her head. "Boss, I really don't know. Or is there some kind of incantation?"

Zhou Ze thought about the scene when Xu Qinglang told him about the little loli reclaiming the souls of his parents.

Immediately, he opened his hand and said in a deep voice:

"The Netherworld is ordered, the Yellow Springs can be crossed."

"Whoosh..."

Outside the glass door, withered leaves blew past.

There seemed to be a crow cawing "caw... caw... caw" as it flew away;

The bookstore remained quiet.

In short, there was still no reaction.

"Or, should we try another incantation?" the female corpse suggested. "Everyone has one that suits them, right?"

"Are you asking me to shout 'Open Sesame'?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"Well, that depends on your preferred position, Boss."

The female corpse spoke with childlike innocence.

Zhou Ze remembered that night during the fight, Xu Qinglang had also shouted the incantation "Heaven and earth are boundless, righteous arts of the Mysterious Heart," and then produced a talisman and a bronze mirror;

But afterward, just as Xu Qinglang had said, those were just lines he'd seen in TV dramas and thought sounded cool, similar to the background music a protagonist had when they appeared in a movie.

Actually, it was useless.

Now that he thought about it, the phrase "The Netherworld is ordered, the Yellow Springs can be crossed" that the little loli had said while sticking out her tongue was probably just to add some flair.

It seemed that the little loli was no different from Xu Qinglang in terms of humor, even though she was a senior ghost officer.

Zhou Ze's thoughts stirred, and the nails on his left index finger began to grow.

The female corpse revealed a look of fear. She was afraid of Zhou Ze, and what she feared most were his nails, which emanated an aura that terrified her.

This made Zhou Ze himself somewhat suspicious that the old man who had died in front of him might not have been that simple.

Stowaways were divided into two categories. One was like himself in the past, who had to live with his tail between his legs, and the other was like the one in Rongcheng that the little loli had mentioned, who had caused a lot of trouble, so much so that even the ghost officers found him difficult to deal with.

In short, the old man who had infected him with onychomycosis should not have been that simple.

The black nail pierced the mark on the palm of Zhou Ze's right hand. Then, when Zhou Ze pulled out his nail, a strand of black thread was pulled out with it.

Like hot caramel, it was viscous and constantly cracking.

Zhou Ze drew a rectangle with the thread.

Immediately,

The rectangle floated up,

The inside also turned black, empty, and gusts of yin wind began to blow.

The infant in the female corpse's arms began to struggle, clearly not wanting to return to hell.

Death is like a lamp extinguished,

But not many people can really accept it.

Many people in their seventies or eighties, even those who had committed heinous crimes all their lives, tried to cling to life, let alone this little infant.

But 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 this moment, Zhou Ze was very tyrannical. He snatched the infant from the female corpse and threw it directly into the dark rectangle.

Then, the rectangle slowly dissipated, and the air was filled with a faint burnt smell.

The female corpse stuck out her tongue and said nothing.

Zhou Ze was a little lost in thought. After all, this was the first time he had sent a ghost back to hell. He hadn't done so even for the woman who wanted to accompany her son through the college entrance exam last time.

"Have you been to hell?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No," the female corpse replied honestly. "And I can't go down there."

The female corpse didn't have her own soul.

Zombies were not part of the five elements and did not belong to the cycle of reincarnation.

This sounded very impressive,

But it should be followed by a sentence:

Hated by humans and ghosts, abandoned by heaven!

This meant that if the female corpse went for a walk and did nothing wrong, there was still a chance that she would be struck by lightning in broad daylight and directly annihilated.

The world was so unfriendly to her.

Humans had the yang world,

Ghosts had hell,

Those who did not belong to either were heretics.

Zhou Ze sat back behind the counter. He didn't feel happy, just bored and listless.

If the yang world was likened to a production line, then all he did was throw the scrapped products into the incinerator to be remanufactured.

"Boss, there's a stack of these here."

The female corpse picked up a few hell notes from the tiles and handed them to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He didn't expect to receive a reward this time.

"It's easy to see King Yama, but hard to deal with the little devils." After saying this, the female corpse regretted it a little, but she still braced herself and said, "Ghost officers demand payment for sending people on their way. It is what it is.

I suppose his mother burned paper money for him."

Zhou Ze nodded and took the hell notes. He had some left in the drawer behind the counter from last time, but even with these, it was still a little short.

"Do you have any friends you know? Introduce some business. To be a person... Oh no, to be a ghost, you need to read more so that you can improve yourself better."

"Boss, this humble servant only knows some wandering souls and wild ghosts. They have long been cut off from incense offerings and have no money at all. Moreover, they dare not come to you. If they were taken away by you, wouldn't they be giving you performance for nothing?"

"Performance?" Zhou Ze heard this for the first time. "Do ghost officers also have performance?"

"Don't they?" The female corpse was a little puzzled.

"I don't know," Zhou Ze shrugged. He really didn't know because the little loli had only left him with the words "You are the most self-aware person I have ever met" and then:

Biu

She disappeared.

She didn't even leave him a "Ghost Officer's Code of Conduct" or "How to be a Ghost Officer with Ideals, Ambitions, and Pursuits".

"I suppose they should have it," the female corpse said with some difficulty. "Just like my lady, who stayed in the yang world for two hundred years, protecting the countryside and working diligently, all she wanted was to redeem her previous crime of staying in the world after returning to hell and also to seek an official position.

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 officers?" Zhou Ze asked.

"How could this humble servant know so many shang cha?"

"Oh," Zhou Ze nodded. It seemed that he would have to find someone who knew the ropes to ask.

At this moment, the sound of an electric bicycle came from outside. Xu Qinglang was back.

"Oh man, I'm exhausted."

Xu Qinglang walked into the bookstore and tossed Zhou Ze a cigarette.

"Weren't you going to order a plaque?" Zhou Ze asked.

"That's ordered. Then I went to get a batch of goods on the way. The Wanchai Pier is having a special sale recently, so I stocked up on some more. It exhausted me."

"Aren't your dumplings made to order?"

"Hehe, the Coke in the fast food restaurant is bought from the supermarket next door and sold again. I don't have the time to make dumplings at home every day."

"Wanchai Pier, it suits you very well."

"Right? I like that flavor too... Hey, I'm not chatting anymore. I'm going back to load the refrigerator." Xu Qinglang waved to Zhou Ze and returned to his store.

After Xu Qinglang left, the female corpse suddenly "pfft" and smiled.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. "You understood?"

The female corpse smiled:

"He is really good looking. Most men would turn gay with him.

So,

Wan Chai Pier."

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