“I’m sorry for disturbing your two families’ gathering; I’m just here to do my business, then you can continue.”

After saying that, Zhou Ze got off the stretcher and walked to Chen Zesheng's corpse. He reached out and gently patted his shoulder. A black halo appeared, condensing Chen Zesheng's shadow.

This shadow was only visible to Zhou Ze; ordinary people couldn’t see it.

"I'm not even married yet." Chen Zesheng said to Zhou Ze. He looked calm and collected, seemingly unsurprised that Zhou Ze was about to take him away.

"Your wife is waiting for you down there."

After saying that, Zhou Ze forcibly grabbed him and walked straight outside.

"Stop right there!"

The older brother didn't refute, but the younger brother mustered his courage to point at Zhou Ze and shouted:

"What exactly are you going to do!"

"I've done what I needed to do. Now, you can continue."

After saying that, Zhou Ze deliberately glanced at the priest standing next to the three women, who hadn't said a word, and smiled at him.

The priest also smiled at Zhou Ze, his head lowered even further.

Zhou Ze remembered the little loli once evaluating him as someone who knew his place.

Now it seemed that this priest knew his place even better than he did.

Without any more words, Zhou Ze turned and left. The younger brother was still pointing at Zhou Ze, but he didn't dare to chase after him, because he knew one thing: he had personally pushed the stretcher out of the freezer, which meant that this person had been lying in the freezer for a long time.

He felt that the world must have gone crazy, truly crazy.

Grabbing Chen Zesheng, he walked out to the road, which was lined with lush rapeseed flowers on both sides.

Chen Zesheng then said, "Sir, I came to ask for your help."

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Because I sensed that you weren't too willing to help," Chen Zesheng said with a smile. "My brother has some mental issues, and I'm a bit worried about him. The family business isn't doing well to begin with, barely managing to stay afloat. If I leave, he might not be able to handle it alone."

"I've already witnessed your brother's mental problems."

Indeed, a guy who insisted on having his whole family together, even the dead ones, had to be weird.

"But you say you're worried about your brother not being able to handle it alone, but weren't you the one who jumped off the building before?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"Heh, actually, I chickened out. We agreed to jump together, but after she jumped, I got scared," Chen Zesheng said honestly.

"And then?"

"Then I felt sorry for her. The next day, after finishing my statement at the police station, I jumped too.

I thought I'd be able to find her on the road to the afterlife, but inexplicably, I found myself back home again.

Perhaps it's because my brother repaired my corpse so well. Although those two morticians had some issues with quality control, they at least restored my face perfectly."

After Chen Zesheng finished speaking, he squatted down and took out a cigarette, lighting it.

This cigarette was a burned offering; ordinary people couldn't smell the smoke.

Zhou Ze also took out a cigarette. To be honest, Zhou Ze had a certain liking for this guy. He was straightforward and spoke directly.

It was a pity that this guy was already dead; otherwise, it would be nice to be friends with him.

"Are you attracted by my personal charm?" Chen Zesheng fluttered his eyelashes at Zhou Ze. "People who know how to appreciate life and beauty are usually not too bad."

"It's a little disgusting coming from you."

"Heh, since I was ten years old, my father brought me along. My brother wasn't willing; he was afraid of corpses, so I had to inherit the trade.

At first, I was also afraid of corpses, but later I discovered their beauty, a kind of quiet beauty, which can immerse you in a certain emotion, like listening to a beautiful piano piece.

I take care of their appearances, and they take care of my emotions. I give them the final dignity, and they give me a moment of peace.

Actually, I didn't want to die either. If she hadn't been so determined to die, and if I didn't really love her, I really wouldn't have wanted to die."

"I also regret that when I died, you weren't the mortician."

This was Zhou Ze's sincere thought; the woman who did his makeup last time pricked him so painfully.

"Heh, sir, may I ask you another question? If I go down now, will I still be able to find her on the road to the afterlife? I'm a day late; I'm afraid I won't be able to find her after I go down."

"Probably not; the road to the afterlife is very crowded."

What he didn't say was that the people on the road to the afterlife, except for special cases, were basically numbly tiptoeing forward, like walking corpses without form.

"That's a pity then." Chen Zesheng shook his head. "I'll try my best to find her."

Zhou Ze's fingernails pierced into the palm of his hand, and he drew a square. A black halo flowed within the square, and the aura from hell slowly diffused.

"Go in; go to where you should go."

"Thank you."

Chen Zesheng walked to the square, and his figure was sucked into it.

Dust to dust, earth to earth, the underworld is ordered, and the Yellow Springs can be crossed. This should be Zhou Ze's most stable time sending someone to hell.

Silently finishing the cigarette, Zhou Ze turned back and looked again at the villa hidden among the rapeseed flowers, thinking about the expressions of the three women and the strange scene of the living and the dead sitting together at the dining table.

Even as a dead man, as a ghost messenger,

Zhou Ze felt a sense of scalp-tingling at the behavior of the two families.

Dead people like Chen Zesheng could leave so freely and naturally,

While those living people were like clowns with heavy makeup on a stage play, constantly posing and flirting.

This world,

Seems to have always been like this,

And has never changed.

…………

"A ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!"

In the middle of the afternoon, Xu Qinglang's laughter came. He laughed exaggeratedly, as if he had picked up more than one hundred thousand, which was almost the case.

Zhou Ze came back late last night and rested late, so he only took a nap on Bai Yingying's lap in the morning.

He was awakened by Xu Qinglang's laughter not long after he fell asleep.

"Old Zhou, you're still capable. The Liu family just called me. They're renting the shop to us for 50,000 yuan a year. 50,000 yuan a year, in South Street. This is practically giving it away!"

"Oh." Zhou Ze wasn't too surprised. He went to catch a ghost last night, and slept along the way, crashing into their two families' wedding scene. This should be considered hush money.

"Let's go, let's go see the shop."

Just like that, Zhou Ze was dragged by Xu Qinglang to take a taxi to South Street. The shop was on the opposite side of South Street, across from Wenfeng World and the Department Store.

The shop was over a hundred square meters and used to be a clothing store.

"Are you still planning to open a noodle restaurant?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Of course, my noodles are delicious."

Xu Qinglang replied.

"Then see if their noodles are delicious."

As he said that, Zhou Ze pointed to the shops next door on both sides of the shop.

Xu Qinglang looked over, his face twitching at this moment. On the left side of the shop, there was a "Chongqing Small Noodles" and a "Qishan Saozi Noodles," while on the right side of the shop, there was a "Lanzhou Hand-Pulled Noodles" and a "Wonton Noodle Restaurant."

"Didn't you notice when you were looking at the shop before?" Zhou Ze asked.

Xu Qinglang shook his head, looking hopeless.

"We'll see then. You move your bookstore over first. If it really doesn't work, I'll just make coffee and sell snacks in the bookstore," Xu Qinglang said.

"That's what you had planned all along, right?" Zhou Ze wasn't that easy to fool.

"As a man with more than twenty apartments,

It's a crime to continue to let my hands and skin suffer from the ravages of oily fumes!"

"Then whose name will we use?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Let's use your 'Late Night Bookstore'."

"That works."

"Are you hungry?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze, taking a thermos cup from his pocket at the same time. "Let's go eat a bowl of noodles. I want to see if the noodles here are good. If they're too terrible, I'll reconsider whether or not to have a showdown."

The thermos cup was filled with sour plum juice.

Zhou Ze didn't refuse. He hadn't eaten since he got up, so he followed Xu Qinglang into the wonton noodle restaurant. They ordered two bowls of noodles and sat at a small table to wait for their noodles to be served.

"Ah, just thinking about moving to this bustling area to do business, I'm really a little excited." Xu Qinglang looked eager.

Then he saw that Zhou Ze didn't seem to be listening to him attentively, but was slightly raising his head, looking upwards.

There was a ceiling fan above his head, spinning rapidly.

The temperature had obviously risen recently, and the sunlight was very strong. Moreover, because the noodle restaurant's kitchen was actually in the shop, without any partitions, the charcoal fire and water vapor lingered in the shop. If the electric fan wasn't turned on, it would be a bit stuffy and unbearable inside.

"What's so interesting about that?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze.

"When I was in school as a kid, I used to sit in the classroom in the summer and often look up at these ceiling fans, afraid that they would fall down and hit me," Zhou Ze said.

"Hey, what a coincidence, I worried about that too when I was a kid."

"By the way, do you know about feng shui?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Half-baked level." Xu Qinglang didn't hide it at all, and then continued, "It's actually very simple. If you don't feel particularly comfortable living here, it means that the feng shui here is pretty good."

Anyway, you're a ghost.

Zhou Ze pondered for a moment and realized that Xu Qinglang was right. He couldn't find a reason to refute it.

The two people's noodles arrived.

Xu Qinglang picked up a strand and slowly ate it.

Zhou Ze opened the thermos cup, took a sip of sour plum juice, and then ate a large mouthful of noodles.

Looking at himself gobbling it down and looking at Xu Qinglang eating strand by strand, Zhou Ze shook his head and said:

"Pretentious."

"What do you know? I'm carefully tasting the flavors of my competitors."

Zhou Ze listened, pushed away the noodles in front of him, and couldn't eat any more.

"............" Xu Qinglang.

Just then, a young man at the next table answered a phone call and said to the phone:

"I'm at the wonton noodle restaurant, I arrived early, have you arrived yet?"

The young man looked like a college student, very green.

At this time, a girl with a satchel ran to the entrance of the store. The girl stood at the entrance of the store, holding what seemed to be a notification slip in her hand, and excitedly shouted at the boy:

"I passed! I passed!"

Then the girl ran directly to the boy,

Opened her arms,

Asking for a hug.

"I really envy the life of college students." Xu Qinglang said enviously.

The girl ran to the boy and jumped directly into the boy's arms. The boy habitually caught her and then picked her up. This should be a habitual way of showing affection between these two young lovers.

This is the taste of youth,

Is the beauty of youth.

However,

The ceiling fan was very low,

After the boy habitually picked up the girl,

The girl's head happened to hit the ceiling fan above,

"Thud..."

A head,

Fell on the table in front of Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang.