Zhou Ze suddenly realized something.

This time,

he seemed to understand who the old nun and the woman were.

Liu Chuyu had given him an introduction the day before yesterday. No wonder that evil ghost endured the pain of the bell's toll to linger and stay in this vicinity.

He wasn't like himself; he was simply enjoying himself, like those pretentious types who go to Tibet and then post on social media, feeling they've purified their souls, gaining a sense of self-satisfaction.

Well,

Boss Zhou drinking tea while "enjoying" was also a similar state of mind.

But that evil ghost had come to the temple to see his mother and daughter. The reason Liu Chuyu was able to catch him last time was because he had investigated his identity and set up an ambush around the temple in advance.

Similarly,

if deduced accordingly,

the one who suddenly appeared

and beat Liu Chuyu into a pig's head

should be that lawyer.

An evil ghost who possessed a corpse and smuggled himself out of hell,

only to end up driving a car and killing his own mother?

This story

really has a beginning and an end.

Boss Zhou looked around,

but now there was a problem:

where was that evil ghost?

"Couldn't find him?"

Lawyer An staggered over like he was drunk, stopping and placing his hands on his knees, continuing to pant heavily. Clearly, he hadn't fully recovered.

"No, he's gone. The car's still here."

"Then he must still be nearby. We can find him, we can find him."

Lawyer An glanced at the old nun in the pool of blood and the woman beside her,

and asked, puzzled,

"He ran them over?"

"Probably ran them over while escaping."

"Tch!"

Lawyer An spat on the ground.

"Perhaps, this is retribution," Zhou Ze said.

"Retribution on his mother's head?" Lawyer An laughed, reaching out and patting Zhou Ze on the shoulder, using the leverage to straighten himself up. He said, "I've lived as a person for two lifetimes, and I've never really seen real retribution. Heaven doesn't bother calculating karma and karmic cycles for you. 'Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs,' that's what it means."

"Find him first," Zhou Ze reminded him.

Lawyer An nodded,

took out a playing card from his pocket. Both sides of the playing card were stained with silver powder, and it was covered with densely packed words.

"Whoosh!"

Lawyer An blew on the playing card, then rubbed his hands together vigorously!

The playing card burst into flames, quickly turning to ashes.

Lawyer An bent down again, panting heavily, and said,

"Sense it again; I've removed the shield on him."

"There's such a thing?"

Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

Damn,

no wonder he was like an idiot;

so many times he encountered ghosts, or ghosts were eating with him right in front of him, and he didn't realize they were ghosts.

He originally thought it was because he wasn't qualified as a ghost messenger,

but now he understood that the dao was one foot tall, but the devil was ten feet tall; people already had high-tech to shield ghosts from the perception of ghost messengers.

"Hurry!"

Lawyer An roared.

Zhou Ze made an "ok" gesture.

Almost in a matter of seconds,

Zhou Ze immediately pinpointed a direction.

After the shield was removed,

the ghost energy on that middle-aged man was like a spotlight in the dark night,

enough to blind your titanium alloy dog eyes.

Boss Zhou immediately rushed out. The other party was not far away, just outside the temple.

That location

was the bus stop.

Zhou Ze saw the middle-aged man sitting there, like the people around him, as if waiting for a bus.

The wound on the back of his neck was tightly wrapped with clothing. Although wearing a thick scarf in the middle of summer was a bit strange, people had long been accustomed to such unconventional behavior.

As Zhou Ze approached,

the other party immediately looked at him.

However,

this time,

he didn't run.

He seemed to have been sitting there all along,

waiting for Zhou Ze to come and catch him.

The bus came, and the few people who were originally at the bus stop got on. The middle-aged man continued to sit there, not getting on the bus.

After the bus drove away, only Zhou Ze and the middle-aged man were left at the bus stop.

The middle-aged man's face was very pale. With so much blood loss, if he was still rosy-cheeked, that would really be something... hiss, that didn't seem right either.

"Sit."

The middle-aged man patted the horizontal bar next to him, signaling Zhou Ze to sit down.

Zhou Ze didn't sit, just looked at him like that.

"I just ran over my mom."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

That smile

was uglier than crying.

"I saw it. She wouldn't let me save her. She's dead now," Zhou Ze said.

At this time, there was no need to consider the emotions of the family, because this guy was already in front of him. This time, no matter what, Zhou Ze would not let him out of his sight again,

even if it meant not catching him alive,

and losing a few merit points,

he would beat him until his soul dissipated.

"This is retribution, truly retribution."

The middle-aged man swallowed with some difficulty.

Immediately,

he used his fist to forcefully beat the Lin Zhiling advertisement, stopping only after deforming Sister Zhiling's face.

"But why is the retribution on my mom? What did my mom do wrong?"

"Then who should the retribution be on? You're already dead, right?"

"Yes, yes."

The middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.

Immediately,

he spread out his hands.

"I exhausted all my efforts, endured unimaginable pain, and with a lot of luck, I escaped from hell, but now I'm a little confused.

I'm now in the mortal world, the mortal world that I longed for in hell.

But I'm suddenly a little blurry, and I'm not sure,

which side is the real hell!"

Zhou Ze looked at the time, then moved two steps closer to the middle-aged man, and said,

"Have you vented enough? It's almost time."

"Don't rush me. Do you have a cigarette? Give me another cigarette. I'm not running, and I can't be bothered to run. Don't worry, I won't take revenge on society; I'm not that extreme.

I'll let you catch me, and I'll let you kill me. I surrender,

really.

If I wanted to run,

after hitting my mom,

I could have just driven away from there.

No matter how awesome your ghost messengers are,

can you fly in the sky to catch me?"

Zhou Ze reached out and touched his pocket, only to remember that he didn't have any cigarettes, but when he touched again, he found half a pack of Jiu Wu Zhi Zun (Supreme 95) in his pocket.

The fat monk had secretly stuffed it to him as a tribute,

or rather,

as a pitying handout because he couldn't afford good cigarettes?

Taking out a cigarette and handing it to the other party wasn't because Boss Zhou suddenly became kind, but because the other party had just lost his mother.

"My mom was very good to me. My dad left early, and she raised me alone, but I didn't let her live a comfortable day. After the car accident, I died, and everything was over when I went to hell.

But she sold the house to compensate the injured and dead, even though the bus company had already compensated, and there was insurance, but she still sold everything in the house and compensated the people.

Over the years, she has also been a nun in the temple, sweeping the floors and cooking for the monks, and chanting scriptures to pray for the passengers I killed back then.

I came back, wanting to see them, and went through a lot of trouble.

But,

it turned out to be this kind of ending."

"I'll send you to hell now, and maybe you can catch up with your mom on the road to the Yellow Springs," Zhou Ze reminded him.

"Heh." The middle-aged man sneered, "I'm a convict. After being sent down, I'll be directly arrested and won't be able to walk the road to the Yellow Springs.

Moreover,

on the road to the Yellow Springs,

who knows who?"

Zhou Ze was silent.

Many romance novels or TV dramas often have the line, "It's not lonely to have you accompany me on the road to the Yellow Springs, XX, wait for me on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

Think about it,

after the handsome men and beautiful women in the TV series really commit suicide together,

when they get to the road to the Yellow Springs, they don't hold hands and look at the roadside flowers together, laughing and going to hell to report,

but instead, they tiptoe,

their expressions numb and sluggish,

walking forward like zombies.

What affection,

what love,

doesn't exist.

"I beg you for one thing, don't send me down. I don't want to go down and experience that torture again. Please beat me until my soul dissipates and let me end it all myself.

I really don't want to go down again."

Basically, everyone who smuggled out of hell has a deep-seated fear of hell and doesn't want to go down again.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Then I'll lose money."

Yes,

killing you would probably only give me a little over ten, not even twenty merit points,

but sending you down would give me a hundred merit points.

Zhou Ze still knew which was more cost-effective.

"I can exchange information with you. It might be useful to you." The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze. "You're a ghost messenger from Tongcheng, right?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Heh, you know, I can come up from below, and when I come up, there are special people to meet me and arrange for a concealed identity. This means that someone above me... someone is down there."

Zhou Ze continued to listen to him. As for the matter of someone being down there, Little Loli had also told him about it. Since Sun Dasheng (the Monkey King) in *Journey to the West* could understand it, then Zhou Ze could naturally understand it as well.

It's easier to get things done when you have someone in the court. This is an unchanging truth, whether in the underworld or the mortal world.

"That person let me come up to investigate something." The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Ze, took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled, and continued, "Let me go to Tongcheng to investigate a ghost messenger."

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed.

"Hehe, you can go back and ask Lawyer An. According to the original arrangement, I should have gone to Tongcheng to be a ghost messenger, because there are only two ghost messengers in Tongcheng, and there just happens to be a vacancy. He only needs to operate it a little and wait for an opportunity, which is also the specific deal that the person below and Lawyer An talked about.

But look at me now,

I can't be bothered to care about these things, the exchange of interests, and promises anymore.

I just want to dissipate,

I just want to find a way to erase myself as soon as possible!"

The middle-aged man said very sincerely.

Had hell

already noticed him?

Or,

had they noticed the consciousness within him that was still sleeping and recovering?

A sense of crisis

immediately enveloped Zhou Ze,

as if a poisonous snake

had silently set its sights on him in the dark,

and was already arranging for people to come up and approach him.

If it weren't for today's accident in the temple,

he might have met a new colleague in Tongcheng in half a year, who would be the man in front of him.

"So, don't send me down again. The person that person asked me to investigate should be you, right?"

The middle-aged man pointed at Zhou Ze and continued,

"Don't send my soul down, scatter it.

If I go back to hell again,

don't say that I don't have the motivation to help you keep any secrets,

even if I'm willing to help you keep secrets,

I can't withstand the tortures of hell.

In hell,

ghosts

have no human rights protection.

Of course,

I don't know what secrets you have,

so all of the above is suspected of being nonsense,

but you still don't dare to let my soul go down again,

just in case,

right?"