Chapter 111 The Bus to Hell
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The driver didn't respond warmly:

"Hey, girl, which workshop are you from?"

He simply continued to drive his car steadily, applying the brakes when necessary, not even changing lanes to overtake, waiting obediently behind.

Zhou Ze was even a bit curious. If a ghost car passed straight through, would it still be able to collide?

The next moment,

The bus stopped at a traffic light intersection,

Waiting for the red light!

A smile appeared on the corner of Boss Zhou's mouth. "This ghost driver is more cautious and law-abiding than a living driver."

The little loli didn't think so. She picked at her ear with her little finger and said:

"These ghost cars are all driven by drivers who died in traffic accidents in their previous lives."

"Oh."

No wonder.

Because they died in traffic accidents,

They understand reverence even more.

Zhou Ze remembered the Mercedes-Benz he had recently raced with, the one with the flashy drifting skills,

The end result was being flipped over by him, doing a Thomas spin before landing on the ground.

Last time, Zhou Ze rode the paper car of that dead man. Strictly speaking, that paper car was a black car in the underworld, operating without a license.

Although the traffic police couldn't control him, it was still an act of breaking the rules.

But this car should be considered an underworld bus. Both the passengers and the driver showed a very high level of quality and standards.

Zhou Ze could also see that there weren't any ghosts installed on this car. Except for the driver, who might be an exception, the other passengers holding yellow oiled paper umbrellas, if you looked closely, you could distinguish the thick rouge on their faces from the paper-like white.

On the bus were all kinds of figures, plump and slender, beautiful and intelligent, men and women, all of whom were "deliveries" burned by the living to the underworld.

The taste is really unique.

Zhou Ze wasn't sure about those male figures that were burned down there, clearly not in the style of house servants but dressed very trendy, even wearing sunglasses. Were these filial sons and grandsons sending them down for their fathers or for their mothers?

Truly considerate and unique.

"Those who can have things burned down for them aren't ordinary people." The little loli explained, seeing Zhou Ze admiring the surroundings.

"Hmm?"

"Either the dead person isn't ordinary, or the living person isn't ordinary.

Equality for all is nonsense, not only in the human world, but privileged classes and meat-eaters exist everywhere. It’s even worse in hell."

"Speaking of which, I really want to go deep into hell to take a look." Zhou Ze said.

After all,

Every time he entered hell, he only walked around and looked at the beginning of the Yellow Spring Road. At most, he would say hello to the faceless woman under the pool. He had never really gone deep.

"Sometimes, just rubbing against the outside is the most comfortable. That way, at least you still have fantasy, passion, and impulse."

The little loli stretched,

"If you go in, you might be so scared that you shudder and lose all interest."

Zhou Ze frowned.

How did that explanation sound so dirty?

The little loli smiled and continued, "The most important thing is that low-level ghost messengers like us are the lowest-level civil servants. In reality, civil servants who go deep into the grassroots are often the most miserable. If you're unlucky, and you’re paired with some poor family in a remote mountain village as part of a poverty alleviation program.

And we, these grassroots civil servants of hell, even if we kill each other, as long as things aren't done too excessively, the Yin Division can turn a blind eye. It's completely a laissez-faire attitude.

Don't laugh at me, but even I haven't been to most places in hell, because if you go to some places, they don't care if you're one of their own, whether you're a ghost messenger or not. It's normal for them to deal with you perfunctorily and quickly, treating you the same as those reborn souls."

"That's really a sad story."

Boss Zhou suddenly felt that being a civil servant didn't seem so wonderful after all. It was still more comfortable to bask in the sun and drink coffee in his own bookstore every morning.

"This car is a delivery vehicle?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"I guess so. Our identities are special, so we can hitch a ride. This is also because the two ghost messengers in Changzhou are even more of a couch potato than you and too lazy to care. Liu Chuyu is, after all, a newbie. You've seen his house. It hasn't formed a proper dojo atmosphere at all, unlike our bookstore, which has formed its own aura and pattern. Wandering souls will come to our door on their own.

If you clear out things like zombies and living dead from the bookstore, the business might be even better."

The little loli didn't forget to throw a little shade at Bai Yingying at this time.

At this moment, the car stopped and the door opened.

Many people came on board,

Dressed in various styles,

There were pretty little maids dressed in ancient clothing,

There were obsequious house servants who looked like pimps,

Of course, there were also trendy ones,

Even some with flamboyant hairstyles,

All kinds of people,

Dozens of people came on board,

And these people were also carrying paper-made mahjong tables,

A large bundle of iPhone X's,

And other gifts to take down below.

The carriage was immediately packed full, and Zhou Ze was surrounded by people.

These people didn't speak, and they certainly didn't say things like "Please give up your seat." They weren't really people, so they seemed very disciplined. It was crowded, but everyone was quiet. The bodies of those standing swayed with the movement of the bus,

Like a carriage of seaweed, swaying neatly.

He reached out and stroked his chin.

It was a pity that electronic devices like phones couldn't record these things,

Otherwise, if he uploaded a video,

It would probably be very popular, right?

"This car is driving so slowly." The little loli complained.

"It's free, so it doesn't matter." Zhou Ze was at ease.

"It automatically deducts hell money." The little loli rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze.

"Driver, hurry up, we're running out of gas!"

Shaking and swaying, they finally passed most of the journey. They weren't far from Liu Chuyu's house. Zhou Ze looked out the window and saw that it was still raining heavily.

"It's probably raining in Tongcheng too, right?" Zhou Ze said.

"Tongcheng is closer to the sea than Changzhou, so it must be raining even harder here. My dad just sent me a WeChat message saying that he was taking my mom to Shanghai to prepare for a trip. They had originally planned to go to the Shanghai Stadium tonight to watch the Shanghai SIPG vs. Guangzhou Evergrande match, but it was postponed due to a typhoon warning."

"Your dad and mom aren't in the sanatorium anymore?"

"They're not staying there anymore. He plans to take her out to travel around."

"Well, going out for a walk might be good for her recovery."

"Bullshit, he's probably given up on treatment." The little loli shook her head. "He's clearly a very good psychologist, but he couldn't even cure his own wife's illness. The sense of loss inside must be huge."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"So, when someone comes to the bookstore to tell me that they all died in a car accident or were killed by a tsunami somewhere, I won't feel any surprise at all."

"You're saying..."

"It's normal, right? Dying together in a suicide pact."

"It won't come to that."

Zhou Ze still understood Wang Ke. Some things might be distorted and changed by life experiences, but certain qualities in his bones were difficult to disappear.

They were all orphans, so they knew very well that being able to grow up alive was already a kind of luck, so they wouldn't lightly end their lives.

"I'm just preparing for the worst. I can be open-minded if she dies, but if he dies too, I'll be very sad."

Before Zhou Ze could ask who "he" was referring to, the bus stopped again.

"Click…………"

The door opened,

Stopped for a long time,

But no one got on the bus,

The driver didn't urge them either,

Just kept the door open and waited.

Zhou Ze and the little loli looked out the window at the front of the bus,

Ready to board was an old man, about the same age as the old Taoist, but much less well-maintained.

The old Taoist was getting more and more demonic,

With a good waist, good kidneys, and good skills,

It was said that many manufacturers wanted to invite the old Taoist to endorse health products after watching his live broadcast,

But the old Taoist refused. He didn't want to jump into that kind of health product pit. In his words, what if one night he was sitting in the bookstore and a ghost came in and said that he went to hell early because he ate the health product you endorsed? That would be so embarrassing.

The old man was very thin, so thin that he was just skin and bones. He didn't get on the bus. Although the bus was parked in front of him, he still sat on the curb and carefully weaved his bamboo basket.

"Is he a ghost messenger?" the little loli asked.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "No."

"Then what is he? What a big shot. This driver has a really bad temper. Although he let us on the bus, he didn't even say hello.

Now he's actually willing to wait here for someone to finish weaving a bamboo basket before getting on the bus."

"He seems to be just a wandering soul."

"How is that possible? Can a wandering soul get on this bus?"

"He looks a little familiar." Zhou Ze frowned. "I seem to have seen this old man somewhere a while ago."

"Hey, driver, are you going or not? I'm in a hurry to get home and cook for my kids!"

The little loli shouted impatiently.

The driver didn't respond.

"What the heck, what's going on? Could it be that an inspector or judge is out on a secret visit?" The little loli was also a little suspicious.

Finally,

The old man finished weaving the bamboo basket, put it on his back, and got on the bus from the front door.

The driver closed the door, but didn't rush to start the engine.

Instead, he took the initiative to clear the way for the old man, escorting him through the crowded carriage,

All the way,

To the front of Zhou Ze and the little loli.

The driver's face was pale green, and it was clear that he had been dead for a long time, but he was wearing a uniform, so other parts couldn't be seen.

He reached out, pointed at the little loli,

And said directly:

"Give your seat to the old man."

"…………" the little loli.

What the heck,

Are you even doing moral grandstanding on a ghost bus?

Now that she was closer, and her perception of auras was clearer, the little loli could be sure that this old man was really just an ordinary wandering soul.

Just as she was about to speak,

Zhou Ze reached out and pressed on the little loli's shoulder, smiling and getting up to indicate that he would give up his seat.

The old man thanked Zhou Ze,

Sat down,

The driver saw that the old man had sat down, so he went back and restarted the bus.

"Hey, boss, don't be such a coward. Although we ghost messengers aren't liked in the Yin Division, we don't have to give up our seats to wandering souls on a ghost bus, right?

Things have turned upside down. Are wandering souls daring to show off their privileges in front of ghost messengers?"

Zhou Ze handed his phone to the little loli.

The little loli took the screen and looked at it,

Stunned for a moment.

This was a news story from a few days ago:

"A criminal threatened a girl with a knife, the girl struggled and ran, seeking help from Deng, a 70-year-old man who was doing work at the door of his house;

Deng stepped forward and actively fought with the criminal, the girl was able to escape, and the 70-year-old Deng was stabbed to death by the criminal.

It is reported that,

Deng's family conditions were not good, and he still needed to weave bamboo baskets to earn money to support his family at the age of 70."

After reading the news,

Looking again at the bamboo basket the old man had placed on the ground beside his feet,

Inside was neatly placed the "Hero of Justice and Courage" certificate issued by the local government.

The little loli didn't say anything, and didn't complain anymore.

After all,

This kind of privilege,

Really leaves people speechless,

And there is no reason to argue.

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ps: This story took place in Shiluchun Village, Tianping Town, Teng County, Guangxi. The murderer has been sentenced to death. The local governments at all levels have commended the old hero and issued condolences.