Chapter 102 What's Pitiful?

“So, don’t you think this is some kind of karmic retribution?”

Zhou Ze looked at the man. To be honest, he felt absolutely no sympathy for this person, or even for his son, who had become a ghost but remained in the human realm just like his father.

People act, Heaven watches. Cause and effect, retribution is inevitable.

“Retribution my ass! I don’t believe in retribution. I transported the drugs myself, bore the risks myself, and earned the money myself. What retribution is there?”

“How many people have had their families ruined and their loved ones scattered because of the drugs you trafficked? While they are indeed detestable themselves for going astray, you cannot escape the original sin.”

Zhou Ze raised his hand, and the Gates of Hell opened.

Honestly, there was nothing more to say to this kind of person, or rather, this kind of ghost. He didn't even bother to say anything more.

The son's soul was forcibly dragged over by Zhou Ze. He tried to struggle, but couldn’t escape Zhou Ze's control and was sent directly into the Gates of Hell.

Zhou Ze didn’t rush to check his ID book. Instead, he grabbed the husband’s soul. The husband's soul seemed resigned to his fate, not struggling, just looking at Zhou Ze coldly with a hint of mockery.

“There are so many bad people in this world, and scoundrels live longer than good people. If there really is retribution, how many are there?”

Zhou Ze didn’t refute. He grabbed him and sent him into the Gates of Hell.

Everything settled.

Zhou Ze opened his ID book. The words “Temporary” above his position had disappeared, replaced by the words “Hellguard.”

He was officially hired.

He was no longer an insecure temporary worker.

At this moment, Zhou Ze felt the simple joy and pride that people felt when they entered the system and obtained the so-called iron rice bowl a decade or two ago. He felt that he had reached the peak of his life and become someone above others.

Turning to the next page, a judgment appeared:

Originally a traveler in the human world, coming and going in a daze;
Alas, the eyes are blind, and the heart is also blind, fortune and life are cold and desolate;
Please, sir, do not hold ill-gotten wealth, for the family has scattered, and loved ones have departed.

The three lines of judgment summarized the life of the husband’s soul. As for the ghost son who had been executed, because Zhou Ze had collected him first, he was the one who helped Zhou Ze get officially hired. And because Zhou Ze collected the ghost husband later, the first judgment after his official hiring was for the ghost husband.

The meaning of the judgment was simple. Originally, for this man, if nothing unexpected happened, he should have been able to live an ordinary life. But he was blinded by greed, squandering all of his originally not-so-deep good fortune, and in the end, not only did he lose his family fortune, but his children and relatives were also implicated.

Walking out of this garage-turned-home, the old Daoist felt a little heavy-hearted, thinking of the room full of dolls, and the woman who had fled that drug-trafficking mountain village with three children.

Alas,

Pitiful,

Truly pitiful.

The old Daoist raised his head and saw Zhou Ze stretching in front of him, looking quite cheerful, not at all upset or saddened by the family's misfortune.

“Finally officially hired.”

Zhou Ze said in a low voice. He hadn't felt it before, but being stuck at 99% of the performance points had been tormenting him.

Now his performance chart had been refreshed to three per thousand.

This meant that if he wanted to get the qualifications to be a constable, apart from finding a few more ghost subordinates like Little Lori who would respect him as their constable, he still had a long way to go in terms of performance.

“Boss, that family is really pitiful.”

After walking out of the residential area, the old Daoist couldn’t help but say.

“What’s pitiful?”

“That woman and those three kids. Their future days will be difficult.”

“What are you pitying them for? When they were living high on the hog from their crimes, they didn’t think about ordering you a Meituan delivery.”

“Uh…” The old Daoist felt that what the boss said made a lot of sense, but also seemed to make no sense.

“When their family was rich, the eldest son could casually use drugs, and the kids could wear new clothes, use more expensive toys, and go to better schools. His wife could wear gold and silver.

Since they enjoyed the blessings together, they have to share the hardships when they fall on hard times. Isn't that the way it is?

Using dirty money earned from drug trafficking consumes the most good fortune. They might enjoy it for a while, but they’ll suffer retribution for a lifetime. That's fate, and they made it themselves. There's no need to pity them.

I think you should pity yourself. You ate so many paper steamed buns; are you going to be okay?”

“Boss, don’t mention those steamed buns again…”

Before the old Daoist could finish speaking, he suddenly farted extremely stinkily.

The sound was melodious, like "Moon Reflected in the Second Spring," heart-wrenching.

“Boss, wait for me. I need to find a place to relieve myself. I can’t hold it anymore.”

After the old Daoist finished speaking, he didn’t even have time to find a toilet and went straight to a nearby pile of grass.

A quarter of an hour later, the old Daoist returned with his legs shaking. He was obviously exhausted from diarrhea. No wonder, he had eaten too many steamed buns. If others accidentally bought and ate that steamed bun, they might also have a stomachache, but the old Daoist had personally witnessed what the steamed bun was made of. The double whammy of mental and physiological stimulation directly caused the current situation.

The two returned to the car. The old Daoist was about to drive when he immediately clutched his stomach and said he couldn’t do it and had to go again.

When the old Daoist came back, his face was already turning pale.

“Damn it, they deserve it! That family really deserves it!”

After suffering so much from diarrhea, the old Daoist had no sympathy for that family at all.

This confirmed a saying: most people's kindness is actually emotional and based on their own perspective.

Zhou Ze sat in the driver's seat. He didn’t dare let the old Daoist drive. He knew that he had died in a car accident the last time he was driving. He didn’t want to go through that again.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The old Daoist nodded. He had to go to the hospital; otherwise, his old life might be lost to diarrhea.

The sun had just come out for a while in the morning, but it soon started raining again. The weather had been really unpredictable lately, making it hard to figure out.

Zhou Ze drove the car into the People’s Hospital parking lot and accompanied the old Daoist to register for treatment. He didn’t know if Doctor Lin was here, and Zhou Ze didn’t plan to go see her.

Since his little sister-in-law's matter, he hadn’t contacted her again. He thought it was better to let this relationship end like this. Cutting it off cleanly was better than leaving it entangled. It was pointless to keep struggling.

The old Daoist took his glass to the bathroom to test his excrement, while Zhou Ze sat on the bench outside, took out his notebook, and played with it in his hands without daring to open it.

The black cat pattern on the back of the notebook was much clearer than before, and when you looked at it, you felt like it was staring back at you.

The hospital was bustling with people. Zhou Ze held the notebook in his hand for a while, and the notebook transmitted a burst of agitation every now and then. It was very slight, but it could be clearly transmitted to Zhou Ze's mind through the contact of his fingers.

Zhou Ze noticed that the notebook would tremble slightly when people in hospital gowns or those being pushed in on stretchers passed in front of him, and the degree of trembling varied.

This was a big discovery. It seemed that this notebook could predict the life and death of people nearby. Those who were about to die or were dying would cause it to shake more violently, reminding its owner who nearby was about to kick the bucket.

His phone rang at this moment. Zhou Ze answered the call. It was Bai Yingying's call.

“Boss, are you okay?” Bai Yingying asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.

“I’m fine. What’s wrong?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Little Ke has found the location of that Japanese priest. She’s waiting for you at the bookstore. She’s also very worried about your safety, afraid that something might happen to you. She’s extremely worried.”

In the bookstore, Bai Yingying deliberately glanced at Little Lori sitting in front of her while saying these words.

Little Lori’s cheeks puffed up with anger!

She was very angry. Even a fool could tell that Bai Yingying was trying to make herself look good to Zhou Ze!

So, women are born masters of palace intrigue. Even a seemingly silly Bai Yingying could become self-taught and ride off into the sunset on the road to winning favor.

Wuwuwu!

“Hehe.” Zhou Ze smiled. Of course, he could understand the meaning behind Bai Yingying’s words.

Little Lori wanted him dead.

That was for sure.

Just like he had hoped that Little Lori would have an accident in Rong City and not be able to come back.

“I’ll be back later. The old Daoist ate something bad. I’m with him at the hospital.”

“Okay, Boss. Love you, wuwuwu.”

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yingying glanced at Little Lori as if to show off.

Little Lori turned her cute nose up to the sky and snorted,

“Ha, childish.”

“I don’t know who’s childish. I can bet you that if something really happens to the boss, he’ll definitely drag you down with him as a scapegoat before he dies, but he won’t drag me down.”

“…” Little Lori.

Scheming bitch!

Scheming zombie!

“Because someone has to send the boss off.” Bai Yingying said calmly, “The boss said that he doesn’t want ordinary people to send him off anymore. He doesn’t want to experience being sent to a crematorium when he’s not dead again.”

…

On the hospital bench, Zhou Ze was scrolling through Weibo boredly when he came across a big news story: Yancheng City, right next to Tong City, had been hit by a tornado and hailstorm.

Jiangsu and Zhejiang have a good geographical location. There have rarely been earthquakes or other natural disasters. At most, there might be heavy rain and flooding in the fields. But this time, the tornado was truly overwhelming for the people of the entire Jiangsu region.

When Sichuan was hit by an earthquake, many people in Rong City could take it in stride. Everyone could even orderly move their tables and chairs out to open spaces without buildings and continue playing mahjong until the aftershocks ended.

But the people of Jiangsu really didn’t have much experience with this kind of extreme natural disaster.

Some doctors and nurses started running around as if something had happened and they were being urgently assembled.

Doctor Lin, wearing a white coat, also ran past Zhou Ze, then stopped and looked at Zhou Ze in surprise:

“Why are you here?”

Doctor Lin was much thinner than before, and her clothes seemed a little too big. A beauty’s weight loss is the most distressing, making people unable to help but feel sorry for her.

“Accompanying a friend to see a doctor,” Zhou Ze replied.

“The neighboring city was hit by a tornado, and there are many injured. Our hospital is organizing a medical team to go there to support the disaster relief. I’m leaving immediately.

Oh, I’ve already signed the divorce agreement and sent it to your bookstore, but you haven’t sent it back.”

“Oh, my bookstore has moved,” Zhou Ze explained.

“Okay, we’ll talk about it when I get back.”

Doctor Lin left in a hurry. The group had already assembled and was ready to go.

Zhou Ze slowly stood up,

His face was a little grave,

Not because Lin was talking about the divorce agreement the first time they met in a while, in fact it was a relief for both parties.

The key was,

When Doctor Lin was standing in front of him talking to him just now,

The notebook in his hand was shaking very violently.

When Doctor Lin moved away from him, the notebook suddenly became quiet again.

This meant that

She was very likely to die soon!