Picking up the booklet this time, Zhou Ze didn't feel a burning sensation. Instead, he felt a warm and cool sensation, as if he were holding a piece of ancient jade.

A strange connection seemed to have formed between him and the booklet.

Zhou Ze had read some Xianxia novels before, but this feeling wasn't like the recognition of a magical artifact by its master in those stories.

The booklet was still a booklet.

He was still himself.

But inexplicably, Zhou Ze felt a sense of closeness to this thing, like a thirty-year-old man holding a photo of himself at three or five years old.

Strange, yet incomparably familiar.

Opening the first page of the booklet, that magnificent visual image attacked again. Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and then, all the chaotic things disappeared.

Last time, he had been passively infused.

This time, he seemed to be able to control it.

Finally, the first page was opened. On it was a handprint. Zhou Ze wasn't sure if it was his own or someone else's. There was no way to do a detailed fingerprint comparison now, but in fact, this handprint was very strange. Zhou Ze even felt that no one in the world should have such a handprint.

The lines of the handprint were very harmonious, so harmonious that you couldn't pick out the slightest flaw, and incredibly neat. Every detail achieved a very comfortable feeling.

Below it were two columns.

First column: Name: Zhou Ze.

Second column: Position: Temporary Ghost Messenger.

Actually, Zhou Ze had already had an idea before. This should be the so-called Ghost Messenger certificate, or more precisely, a Yin Si (underworld bureaucracy) certificate. After all, Yin Si was also a small society, small but complete. Ghost Messengers were only a part of its positions.

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang had discussed his current situation before. One clear point was that his status as a temporary worker was very delicate. He could be used as a scapegoat at any time, and there was no security or status guarantee at all.

When the little loli returned last time, she directly admitted this when faced with his questioning.

At the same time, she casually drew him a big pie, and didn't care at all whether he was willing to eat it or not.

The reason was that what he lacked was this certificate!

With this certificate in hand, he wouldn't be a black户 (unregistered resident).

Most importantly, this certificate meant that he had obtained the so-called "attendance" sheet, just like the establishment and development of the imperial examination system in ancient times, which opened up the channels for the bottom to flow to the top.

Zhou Ze had been very lazy during the months of running the bookstore. It wasn't that Zhou Ze was like this by nature, but his previous embarrassing identity meant that the more he did, the more mistakes he was likely to make. If he didn't do anything, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Similar to the mentality of those state-owned loss-making enterprises a decade or two ago.

Now, he could at least set a small goal for himself.

Forget about one hundred million,

But there was hope that he could improve his level through his own efforts.

Even a female ghost like Madam Bai, who had protected her hometown for two hundred years, could cultivate merit and return to hell to seek a good background. Zhou Ze's starting point was actually much better than Madam Bai's.

However, what made Zhou Ze a little uncomfortable was, why was his current position still only a "Temporary Ghost Messenger?"

Zhou Ze knew that this was definitely not because heaven saw that he was "diligent," "devoted to his duties," "giving his all," and "dying for the cause" and gave him a

biu

and sent him a certificate.

Zhou Ze also knew that with his previous work attitude of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, drinking tea, reading novels, and hugging Bai Yingying to sleep at night,

It was already very lenient of God not to directly strike him, this evil thing, into slag. How could he still reward himself at this time?

This was someone else's Yin Si certificate,

But he happened to pick it up.

No, to be precise, it was picked up by Zheng Pingping, but Zheng Pingping was a living person, an ordinary person. She couldn't control this thing at all. On the contrary, she was affected by it and her mind was confused.

Coupled with the stimulation of her mother's death, this led to Zheng Pingping's abnormal behavior.

She blurred who she was, because this booklet recorded the verdicts of countless reborn souls, which was equivalent to letting you read the lives of thousands of people at once.

Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or returning to his hometown and seeming like a woodcutter from a past era, basically described this situation.

Losing yourself, ignoring all the changes around you, you were originally a grain of sand, but a big river washed over you. Not to mention others, could you still find yourself?

However, since he had now "stolen" this thing, then it should also mean that the connection between Zheng Pingping and this certificate had been severed, and her mental illness should recover quickly.

However, the key question was that Zhou Ze didn't think that the former owner of this thing was also a "Temporary Ghost Messenger."

Was the performance report of a Temporary Ghost Messenger so exaggerated?

Were the people in hell all model workers, pioneers of the times?

Were they all workaholics?

Looking at the little loli's lazy appearance, she was actually similar to him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left the performance to him and ran to earn extra money.

Looking closely, Zhou Ze found that there was a faint white spot on his name and the original position of Temporary Ghost Messenger, a bit like it had been smeared with correction fluid.

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed it, and even scraped it with his fingernails, but nothing came off. The white spot was still a white spot.

This made Zhou Ze a little obsessive-compulsive. The truth was under the white spot.

Originally, this should have been written with the original owner's information, but that original owner was likely already dead, and he had inherited this certificate, and the official position and other information on the certificate were therefore "refreshed."

Zhou Ze even thought about going back to the bookstore and asking Bai Yingying to try Tide laundry detergent to see if it could be rubbed off.

The booklet had several pages. When Zhou Ze turned to the second page, what he saw was a very simple line of words:

"Eight percent"

"Is this an experience bar?" Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out and touched his nose.

In fact, ancient China also had the expression of "fractions," but not in the way that people now use Arabic numerals, denominators, numerators, and a horizontal line. Instead, they were directly described in this way.

The "Records of the Grand Historian: Treatise on Celestial Offices" had "...two-thirds...eight-ninths..." The "two-thirds" was "two-thirds," and "eight-ninths" was "eight-ninths."

The eight percent here meant eight percent.

Zhou Ze shook his head, a little ashamed. He had previously felt that the little loli's anger at his laziness and negative work attitude was a bit indifferent, and that she was making a fuss.

But looking at it now, he had only completed eight percent of the Temporary Ghost Messenger's task completion rate in the past two months.

He was indeed lazy enough.

At the same time, Zhou Ze was thinking, did this mean that if he completed the other ninety-two percent and made it one hundred percent, his "Temporary Ghost Messenger" status could be transferred to a regular one?

From a contract worker to someone with a formal position?

Zhou Ze didn't value this very much before. He even looked down on those who were desperate to get into the system in his previous life. Some of his classmates spent hundreds of thousands to get in, and then got two or three thousand a month, but still felt superior and smug, thinking that other classmates who were still working hard in their careers or struggling in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou were just wage earners.

But now, Zhou Ze had a very deep sense of urgency to remove the word "Temporary" and enter the underworld system!

This meant security, meaning that he could sleep soundly tonight without worrying about not seeing tomorrow's sun.

Perhaps, his previous classmates like that were also for this sense of security. After all, in all walks of life, nothing was more stable than a secure job.

Zhou Ze wanted to turn to the next page, but found that the next few pages were stuck together, no matter how he tried to separate them.

Perhaps,

Was it because of his current level that he wasn't qualified to view the information on the next few pages?

Putting away the certificate, Zhou Ze stretched.

Wang Ke was still in the next bedroom. Zheng Pingping had woken up and was slowly regaining consciousness. Wang Ke was very excited. As a senior psychologist, he could keenly capture that Zheng Pingping's state was rapidly improving!

He didn't know what caused it, but he subconsciously made a "look of trying hard."

Zhou Ze walked out of the studio, lit another cigarette, and thought about how to work hard after returning to the bookstore. In the future, if he had nothing to do, he would set up incense and candles at the door of the bookstore and get some cold snacks to attract some wandering ghosts.

At that time, regardless of whether it was three or seven twenty-one, he would send them all to hell to be reincarnated.

For example, the last time the mother who wanted to accompany her son to finish the college entrance examination before going to hell, Zhou Ze would never just wave his hand and let her leave next time he saw her.

You could say that this was a bit inhumane, but the primitive accumulation of capital was so bloody.

In order to get a regular position as soon as possible,

Zhou Ze would really do whatever it took.

At this moment, Zhou Ze saw Wang Ke's wife and the young butler standing there by the stairwell, seeming to be saying something. Zhou Ze didn't get too close, but he caught the words "when to do my hair again."

And to be honest, looking at Wang Ke's wife's slightly shy and pretending calm expression, everything was self-evident.

Modern butlers were different from before. This was a new type of profession, and the income was quite high. Generally, only high-end residential areas like this would have modern butlers, which were considered high-level service personnel, whose status was no less than that of "flight attendants" in people's eyes a decade ago.

Of course, Zhou Ze wouldn't run over and yell, denouncing the "adulterer and adulteress." Wang Ke probably guessed something, but since he, the person involved, deliberately didn't break it, Zhou Ze, an outsider, had no reason to help.

But as a childhood friend, Zhou Ze would of course feel a little uncomfortable in his heart that Wang Ke had been cuckolded.

Mr. Zheng was standing on the balcony smoking a cigar. His expression was slightly relaxed because Wang Ke had just told him that his daughter's condition had greatly improved.

"Where does Mr. Xu work?" Mr. Zheng had the mind to chat with Zhou Ze at this time.

"I run a bookstore."

Zhou Ze replied.

There was no way. When facing these wealthy businessmen, you could only pretend to be refined.

"Oh, very good, very good. I will visit if I have the opportunity." Mr. Zheng said politely.

Zhou Ze then asked, "Did Miss Zheng just have incontinence? I'm not talented, but I'm proficient in some formulas for regulating the mind and body and strengthening the foundation."

Mr. Zheng's face suddenly darkened when he heard this. He was a wealthy businessman, so of course he wouldn't lack good Chinese medicine doctors. What angered him was that Zhou Ze actually said that his daughter had incontinence in front of him!

She clearly only had urinary incontinence once,

And there was no poop!

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. My daughter is just a little mentally tired. There is nothing wrong with her physically."

You don't hit a smiling person, Zhou Ze said he wanted to offer a formula to help, so Mr. Zheng naturally couldn't get angry at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze showed a very obvious look of surprise on his face, and said:

"Didn't she? But the butler just said something about it to someone, saying that Miss's crotch was full of..."

Speaking of this,

Zhou Ze realized that it seemed inappropriate to say this, so he immediately laughed and said:

"It's good that Miss is okay, it's good that she's okay."