Chapter 138 Boss Zhou's Performance!

Looking closely, the ring had some cracks, giving a sense of imperfection, involuntarily eliciting a strong feeling of pity.

Zhou Ze didn't rush to put the ring on his finger; instead, he placed it in his pocket.

This ring was extraordinary. Sanxiang Village's ability to maintain itself in this way for eighty years must be related to this ring. Recklessly putting it on his finger, Zhou Ze feared unforeseen circumstances.

Besides, now wasn't the time to study the ring. There was still one thing left to do, the most essential and important thing.

Zhou Ze proactively walked toward the ancestral hall, looking at the lively crowd. His gaze met that of the young man for a few seconds, and the young man nodded slightly.

They shared a tacit understanding.

The young man had lived to ninety-nine, experiencing war and all kinds of turbulent times. Such a life was one in a million, and the wisdom gained from such experiences was difficult to imitate or surpass.

Many things didn't need to be said; they both understood.

Zhou Ze crossed his hands and slowly stretched them apart.

The gates of hell were slowly opening.

This was the end.

This was the resting place for the deceased.

The inevitable path for all living beings!

"Folks, let's go!"

The young man led the villagers toward Zhou Ze.

Eighty years of trials and tribulations.

They had tasted bitterness.

They had endured hardship.

At this moment, the young man felt he should close his eyes, taking his fellow villagers with him.

The young man was very satisfied with this kind of ending. It was the ending he had been waiting for, the ending he had hoped for.

Back then, his fellow villagers had died because of him. Upon hearing the news, he had knelt before the old locust tree at the entrance of the military camp for an entire night.

Then, after seven years, he fought valiantly time and time again, thinking of giving his life, giving it on the battlefield fighting the Japanese devils, to atone for his guilt toward his fellow villagers!

But on the battlefield, the less afraid of death he was, the less likely he was to die. He survived battle after battle, and even got promoted.

When the Japanese devils surrendered, he was also tired. He felt his mission was complete and it was time to end. Therefore, he hated the civil war. In his opinion, the launching of the civil war was a complete desecration of the fellow villagers of Sanxiang Village and those heroes who had died on the battlefield against the Japanese!

The Japanese devils had been driven away, and World War II had ended, but on the land of Eastern China at that time, there was still a large-scale melee involving millions of people.

So he revolted.

He hoped that this chaos could end as soon as possible.

From youth to old age, his life had gone through turning points, but only today, at this moment, did the young man feel that his life was complete.

The missing half of the period had finally been completed.

The young man took the lead and walked into the gates of hell.

The villagers behind him entered one after another.

No one resisted.

No one cried.

Everyone had a smile on their face.

Deep within the smiles was a kind of liberation.

They were tired, everyone was tired.

Some things were fake, but how could people living in fake things not notice anything at all?

This was a dream, a dream that everyone was persevering in.

And now, the dream was waking up, but the ending was beautiful.

Therefore, naturally there was no unwillingness, and there would be no complaints.

There was only freedom and candor.

Xu Qinglang stood to the side, silently counting heads.

The last one was the little girl holding a tanghulu (sugar-coated haws on a stick). The little girl looked at Zhou Ze, smiled, and her eyes narrowed into cute crescents, then skipped and hopped into the gates of hell.

Zhou Ze released his hands.

The gates of hell disappeared.

"Farewell."

Zhou Ze said slowly.

Xu Qinglang lowered his head slightly and bowed.

"Farewell."

Seriously, maintaining the gates of hell was a very tiring thing, and maintaining it for so long.

But Boss Zhou had never felt so good.

Okay,

Talking about performance in front of the villagers was really inappropriate,

Especially in this atmosphere.

He should cry.

Everyone, cry for me!

But the exhilarating feeling of constantly increasing performance was still constantly stimulating Boss Zhou's nerves.

He tried.

He tried very hard.

He couldn't cry.

He really couldn't cry.

Not smiling was already very difficult.

Xu Qinglang, who was watching from the side, was a little speechless. "If you want to laugh, just laugh. It's already a problem. It'll be a bigger problem if you keep holding it in."

Zhou Ze turned his head, looked at Xu Qinglang, and said, "Build a monument for them, a memorial or something."

"I have no problem with that. You decide."

"But I don't have any money. I still owe you money and Yingying's money."

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

Xu Qinglang suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

No,

He couldn't.

He refused!

"As someone with twenty-odd apartments, selling one to build a memorial is only right, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

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

"You have to think about it. Without the efforts and sacrifices of these people eighty years ago, you wouldn't be able to live in a peaceful and prosperous age, and the house prices wouldn't be so high, right?"

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

"So, you're willing, right?"

"I feel like you're trying to morally blackmail me," Xu Qinglang said very dissatisfiedly.

"It depends on your mood. Actually, hell money is visible, but some things are invisible." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder.

"This, let's talk about it when we get back."

Zhou Ze didn't continue to talk about this topic. Instead, he subconsciously took out his certificate.

So many villagers.

The performance should be enough, right?

His "temporary" tag should be able to be removed, and he could become a full-fledged employee, right?

However,

When he opened his certificate,

Zhou Ze was stunned.

Performance: Ninety-nine percent.

"How much?" Xu Qinglang leaned over, preparing to take a look as well. "If you become a full-fledged employee, should we give us some hell money as a bonus?"

When Xu Qinglang saw ninety-nine percent, he laughed unkindly.

He laughed very exaggeratedly.

Very freely.

Zhou Ze sighed, looked at Xu Niangniang (derogatory term for someone effeminate) who was smiling so brilliantly, and said:

"Lao Xu, I want to discuss something with you."

"Say it."

"Help if you can?"

"Yeah, help if I can."

"You're a Xuan cultivator, so the probability of turning into a ghost after death is much higher than that of ordinary people, right? How about this, let me kill you and collect your soul to make it an even number, okay?"

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

Shaking his head, Zhou Ze smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, it's okay. Isn't there still a little girl in the bookstore?"

Sending that girl away would make it complete, truly complete.

This time, without diving into the grass pile, after the ring fell and was taken away by Zhou Ze, and the villagers entered the gates of hell one by one, the environment here was slowly fading.

In the end,

It merged with reality.

Xu Qinglang and Zhou Ze stood on the road, while the old Taoist and the monkey were opposite them.

Getting into the car, Xu Qinglang was still driving, Zhou Ze sat in the passenger seat, constantly playing with the certificate in his hand.

Honestly speaking, Zhou Ze now had the feeling of being appointed as a group leader by the teacher when he was in elementary school.

It was very childish.

But also a little excited.

"Hehe." Xu Qinglang laughed twice. "You're already so happy now. When you get promoted to open a yamen (government office in feudal China) on Mount Tai in the future, wouldn't you die of happiness?"

"If there really is such a day, I will help you after you die."

"You still have a little conscience." Xu Qinglang was very gratified.

"I will help you reincarnate as a woman in your next life, completely relieving your pain and discomfort."

"Crack…………"

With a sudden brake, everyone in the car was jolted.

Xu Qinglang took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to strangle Zhou Ze.

Damn it,

He was really scared,

Because theoretically speaking,

Zhou Ze had the possibility of accomplishing this!

"What are the benefits of removing the temporary worker badge?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Is it a great increase in power? An extra magic weapon? Or some special effects for you?" Xu Qinglang pressed.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I asked the little loli. She said that after becoming a full-fledged employee, a judgment would automatically appear on the certificate every time someone is sent to hell."

"A judgment?"

"Something like the judgments in *Dream of the Red Chamber*."

"What's the use of that?" Xu Qinglang asked puzzledly.

"To increase my presence." (B Ge - a slang term meaning to be cool, stylish, and impressive)

"Huh?"

"In other words, to be more impressive."

After saying that,

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked out the window.

Gazing at the sky.

…………

When the car drove to the entrance of the bookstore, Zhou Ze got out of the car first. He was one short of ninety-nine, and that one was inside.

Previously, for fear of other accidents, Zhou Ze made a reserve. He didn't send the little girl to hell first, but had Bai Yingying watch over her.

So, after pushing open the bookstore door, Zhou Ze shouted directly:

"Yingying?"

"Wuwuwuwu…………"

The sound came from behind the bar.

"Hello?" Zhou Ze shouted again.

"Wuwuwuwu…………"

"What are you doing? Stop acting up and send over the soul of that girl."

"Wuwuwuwu…………"

Zhou Ze realized something was wrong and immediately went around the bar. He found Bai Yingying sitting there with her hands and feet tied by a black rope. At the same time, her mouth was also tied with a rope.

She could only make "wuwuwuwu" sounds.

Zhou Ze immediately went over to untie Bai Yingying, but as soon as his fingers touched the black rope, he felt a stinging pain. Bai Yingying trembled incessantly in pain.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ze let his nails grow out and used them to break the rope. The broken rope directly turned into ordinary straw rope and dissipated.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss! Wuwuwuwu…………"

Bai Yingying threw herself into Zhou Ze's arms, hugged his neck and cried bitterly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"What exactly happened?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"That little girl... that little girl... I couldn't beat her. Yingying is useless. I've embarrassed you, Boss."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Bai Yingying on the back, his expression becoming a little dignified. He asked again:

"That little girl?"

"Yes, she wanted to leave, and I stopped her. Then she tied me up."

"Where is she?"

"She left."

"Left?"

"Oh, she also left a message, it seems to be written on the bar."

Xu Qinglang walked over at this time, also heard the ins and outs of the matter, and directly searched the bar, found a piece of paper, the handwriting was very firm, and said directly:

"When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts, thinking they were hideous and terrifying;

When I grew up, I was afraid of people, even if they were well-dressed.

Written really well," Xu Qinglang said.

"I wrote that," Zhou Ze said, walking over and pushing away the paper and books on the bar, continuing to search.

"You wrote it? Then where is what she wrote? It should be even cooler, right?" Xu Qinglang asked curiously.

Then,

Xu Qinglang was stunned.

After Zhou Ze pushed aside the clutter on the bar,

On the bar table, there was a line of crooked characters like those written by a child:

"Braised pork, it's really delicious!"