Chapter 131 The Vanishing Sanxiang Village!

Xu Qinglang sat on a sofa, smoking a cigarette, a glass of iced beer in front of him.

Zhou Ze walked over, reached out, picked up the beer, and drank it all.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang knew that Zhou Ze didn't usually drink.

"It's like you showing off in front of that corgi girl last time that you own more than twenty apartments."

"…………" Xu Qinglang.

After a period of silence, Xu Qinglang poured Zhou Ze another glass of beer, and the two men sat quietly.

"Let me tell you something. I wanted to say it yesterday, but I wasn't in the mood."

"I'm not in the mood now either."

"Isn't it just that your ashes were stolen? It's like a pervert collecting your toenail clippings from the past. What's there to be so hung up about?"

"It's easy for you to say."

"I'm actually very envious of you. I think if one day I can drink wine and feel sad about my ashes being stolen, I'll laugh out loud in bed."

Xu Qinglang had a serious expression on his face.

Yeah,

If it were ancestral graves being dug up or parents' ashes being stolen by enemies, that would definitely cause anger and anxiety!

But it seems that no one has ever been anxious about their own ashes being stolen.

"So, should I post something on Weibo, bragging about it in a low-key, luxurious, and meaningful way?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"Heh, just kidding. By the way, have they found the thief yet?"

"Little Loli is still looking."

Zhou Ze could only wait for news now.

Just then, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang looked towards the staircase, where the old Daoist priest was carrying a man down.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

Tang Shi, who was following behind, ignored Zhou Ze. A taxi was parked outside, and Tang Shi and the man got into the taxi together. It seemed they were planning to leave.

They were leaving so soon, and the man was still unconscious.

Most importantly, he even "twitched" while unconscious,

Scattering ghost patrol certificates all over the ground.

Zhou Ze hadn't even had time to wait for him to wake up and chat before they were ready to leave.

Of course, Zhou Ze didn't try to stop them, because they both knew that they weren't the kind of people who were polite, reserved, and liked pleasantries.

Stay if you want to stay,

Leave if you want to leave.

There was no need to pretend to refuse and then accept, doing superficial things.

The taxi drove away, but what surprised Zhou Ze was that the old Daoist priest came back; he didn't leave after all.

Zhou Ze thought the old Daoist priest would leave with them.

The old Daoist priest walked back into the store, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey," Zhou Ze called out.

The old Daoist priest turned his head to look at Zhou Ze, smiled innocently, and said:

"Boss, Miss Tang took Mr. Liang away. Miss Tang had already arranged a new place to live. They're going to Shanghai. She said that now that they have their documents, it's not convenient to bother you anymore, Boss."

"Why didn't you go with them?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I am your loyal old Daoist priest!"

The old Daoist priest said with a righteous expression.

"Tell me the truth."

"I can't leave you; I can't let you go."

"The truth."

Zhou Ze looked at his fingernails.

"Mr. Liang is in this state; the underworld shop can't open anytime soon. There's nothing for me to do if I go, so I can only continue to help you here."

Zhou Ze nodded and walked to his bar. Business had been good these days, and he had sent a lot of ghosts down, so he had accumulated a lot of hell money.

He took out half of it and handed it to the old Daoist priest.

"Give it to them; they should be short of money, being newcomers."

Zhou Ze was worried that if Tang Shi was short of money, she would directly rob a bank. That woman was capable of anything.

Hell money could be used as consumables or as a bank card. Anyway, after burning it, someone would drop money at your door.

Unexpectedly, the old Daoist priest shook his head directly and said:

"Boss, Mr. Liang is very rich. He has many villas in Shanghai, properties all over the country, and he hides many boxes of goldfish."

"…………" Zhou Ze.

His heart,

Ached so much he couldn't breathe…

Zhou Ze felt that he had suffered two critical blows within an hour,

And both were intangible.

He put the money back, and Zhou Ze sat down silently.

At this moment, a girl ran over to the door. The girl was dressed in rags, even to the point of being barely covered.

Actually, to be honest,

In this era, under the wise leadership of the Party Central Committee, the living standards of the people across the country have been continuously improving, and people's material and spiritual lives are constantly being enriched.

With new eras and new policies,

Under the help of precise poverty alleviation measures, poor households can also get a lot of help. It can be said that the era of the people across the country heading towards a well-off society is not far away.

Even if there are some beggars in some cities, it is really rare to see beggars in such a miserable state as being scantily clad these years.

The old Daoist priest was still wiping the table, seemingly not seeing the little girl coming in.

And the little monkey jumped directly onto the old Daoist priest's head, its two monkey paws pinching the old Daoist priest's head, manipulating the old Daoist priest to look towards the little girl's location.

"Is there a ghost coming?"

The old Daoist priest muttered to himself while taking out ox-eye tears from his pocket and applying them to his eyes.

There was no way around it; he was the only one in this bookstore who couldn't directly see ghosts.

After seeing the dirty little girl, the old Daoist priest consciously looked at Zhou Ze.

"Boss, a guest has arrived; it's time to receive them."

The old voice shouted,

Like a dream back to an ancient brothel.

Ladies,

Come out and receive the guests!

Coming,

Mama.

Xu Qinglang stood up, preparing cold dishes and wine, while Zhou Ze signaled the girl to follow him.

The girl was a little confused and a little afraid. She looked at Zhou Ze and then at the old Daoist priest, but still followed Zhou Ze into the private room according to her instinct.

Zhou Ze sat down and motioned for her to sit down too.

The girl sat down, and Xu Qinglang also brought up a few cold dishes and a steamed bun.

When he was about to pour wine, Zhou Ze signaled that it wasn't necessary.

Although she was a ghost, she was still a child after all.

And from the little girl's expression, it could be seen that she wasn't the type of the Tian Shan Child Granny.

The girl began to wolf down the food,

Obviously, she was "hungry."

And this kind of hunger was more like she had been "hungry" in life.

Zhou Ze sat there silently, watching the girl eat.

After the girl had eaten well, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, and she said:

"I'm so full. It feels so good to be full."

The girl's words had a strong local Tongcheng dialect accent.

Children of this age probably can't even speak the dialect anymore, and basically speak in standard Mandarin.

"Now that you're full, let's go on your way."

Zhou Ze prepared to open the Gates of Hell.

The little girl looked at Zhou Ze with some fear, but she didn't cry or make a fuss, just waiting silently.

"Wait." Xu Qinglang, who had been watching the little girl eat, suddenly said, "Would you like to eat some meat?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Then wait."

These words were spoken to the little girl, and also to Zhou Ze.

Alright, Old Xu wanted to do good deeds, be a great philanthropist; Zhou Ze had no reason to stop him, so he continued to sit there.

After a quarter of an hour, Xu Qinglang brought out a plate of braised pork, and the little girl continued to eat.

In fact, ghosts eat offerings, which are incense; the little girl seemed to be devouring the food ravenously, but in reality, the dishes on the table, in the eyes of ordinary people, hadn't been touched at all.

"Is the meat delicious?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"Delicious, delicious," the little girl said.

"Are you having a maternal moment today?"

Zhou Ze asked curiously.

Xu Qinglang shook his head, a faint sorrow gathering between his eyebrows. Since returning yesterday, he had been maintaining this melancholic temperament.

A man,

Having lost his virginity,

Could actually be so resentful, as if life had lost its meaning.

Zhou Ze felt that he should be grateful that there wasn't a well in the bookstore, otherwise, Consort Xu might have chosen to end his life.

The little girl finished eating,

Then patted her stomach,

And looked at Zhou Ze.

This time, she was very well-behaved; once she was full, she became obedient, a very sensible child.

She knew she was going on her way.

Zhou Ze stood up, opened the Gates of Hell, and asked:

"Go in."

Zhou Ze didn't ask her story; perhaps he had heard too many stories before, and he had become less fond of listening to them.

Most dead people have their own sad stories.

The little girl blinked and looked at Zhou Ze, asking:

"Can I eat my fill before going in?"

"Yes."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Then I'll go call everyone. The villagers are all hungry; I want everyone to be able to eat their fill."

Zhou Ze's hand, which was opening the Gates of Hell, trembled,

There were still "everyone" to call?

Did this mean there was a big wave of business to be had?

Subconsciously, Zhou Ze closed the Gates of Hell he had just opened.

Boss Zhou was in the initial stages of his career and urgently needed performance to prove himself. Naturally, he understood the principle of long-term gain.

"Where is your home?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"Sanxiang Village," the little girl replied.

"Where is Sanxiang Village? Which district? Rugao, Menhai, or Chongchuan Gangzha?"

Although Zhou Ze had possessed a corpse, he was from Tongcheng in his previous life, but he still didn't remember there being a Sanxiang Village in Tongcheng.

Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang, and Xu Qinglang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

"I don't know," the girl didn't know where Sanxiang Village was. She had never even heard of the district and county names that Zhou Ze had mentioned.

"Then…………"

Zhou Ze was a little helpless and could only continue to ask:

"Then can you return the way you came?"

The girl shook her head blankly. "I don't know how I walked out of the village, and then I walked and walked, and I walked here."

She couldn't even return the way she came?

Zhou Ze even began to suspect that the girl was from the neighboring city and was a ghost who had crossed the border, but thinking about it, it didn't make sense; the girl had a Tongcheng dialect accent, so it was unlikely she was from somewhere else.

Just as Zhou Ze was very troubled, Xu Qinglang took out his phone and searched.

"Did you find it?" Zhou Ze asked.

Xu Qinglang shook his head. "I didn't find any information about this administrative village."

"You can't even find it online?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

"Hey, wait a minute. There's a post mentioning 'Sanxiang Village' here."

Xu Qinglang signaled Zhou Ze to wait, then clicked on the post and said:

"The title of this post is:

'Asking the big shots,

Is there a place called Sanxiang Village in Tongcheng?'"

"What about the replies below?" Zhou Ze asked urgently.

"None.

Don't know.

Never heard of it.

None.

Never heard of it before.

Upstairs +1…………"

Xu Qinglang kept flipping through the pages, then froze, looked down for a while, then raised his head to look at Zhou Ze.

"Did you find something?"

"There's a reply here: When I was a kid, my grandma told me that she was from Sanxiang Village, but when she was ten years old, she went back to her grandmother's old home in Xingdong Town with her grandmother.

When she went back a few days later, she found that the village was gone."

"Gone?" Zhou Ze was stunned.

Gone,

What did that mean?

"There are people asking questions below," Xu Qinglang said. "Let me find this person's reply again………… Found it. He replied to the above person's question, saying:

That year was 1938; think for yourselves why the village was gone."