Chapter 120 Taxi

Taxis are a strange thing.

When you don't need one, they drive slowly past you one after another with their "No Passenger" lights on, the driver even winks at you, as if expecting you to get in.

But when you do need one, you find there aren't any.

And even if there are, they already have passengers.

Boss Zhou is in this situation right now.

Where are the cars?

Where are the cars?

Where have all the cars gone?

"Hey."

The little loli walked over slowly, her hands clasped behind her back.

Honestly, the little loli was a little despairing about Zhou Ze.

Through a twist of fate, their roles were reversed. Zhou Ze went from being someone she would "use and destroy" to being the "captain" boss who held her life and death in his hands.

Whether she liked it or not, she couldn't change the current situation and reality.

Therefore, every time Zhou Ze did something outrageous, the little loli had no choice but to clean up his mess, just like that stupid female zombie in her eyes.

This was Tong City, and she was also a ghost messenger of Tong City. She also had a subordinate relationship with Zhou Ze, so her gains and losses were truly tied to Zhou Ze's.

She hadn't seen any gains, but the losses had been piling up.

Sad.

Tired.

But, she was one of the people who most wanted to see Zhou Ze strive and not become a salted fish.

It was like a wife looking at her good-for-nothing husband.

She would nag and scold, making him see how hard other people's husbands worked, while he only knew how to sponge off her at home, making no progress.

But after the scolding, she still had to see if he was starving to death.

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette and didn't bother hailing a cab. He simply said:

"Speak."

"You know that person who used to run a spirit shop in Rong City, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"He was able to become much stronger than before." When the little loli mentioned that person, it seemed to trigger the nightmare memory of that rainy night in Rong City, and her expression became serious. "If you can find him, you can ask him. Of course, his method might not be suitable for you, because there are big differences between you."

Back then, the first to discover him were the ghost messengers of Rong City.

Under the pursuit of the ghost messengers, that person was clearly only able to flee with his head in his hands at the beginning, without any ability to fight back.

In fact, if that group of Rong City ghost messengers hadn't been completely fooled by that boy who seemed to be able to see through the minds of ghosts, that person should have been caught long ago.

That boy was killed because of that incident.

Ghost messengers rarely kill people, or perhaps it could be said that they don't dare to kill people, but that boy was still killed.

Because he could even deceive ghosts, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through and understand everything.

Then,

that man who could only flee before,

主动回来了.

He took the initiative to return.

While the people around him were being arrested, injured, or chased after,

he came back.

After that was the bloody night, souls were burning, everyone was killing each other, and scattered all over the ground were,

ghost messenger licenses.

Speaking of this,

the little loli kicked away a small stone in front of her. She didn't want to recall that scene, but she continued:

"I remember the Faceless Woman mentioned you to me before. She had a very high opinion of you, even terrifyingly high. I didn't understand her meaning before, but now I understand a little.

Actually, there is another method that is more suitable for you and will definitely work."

"Speak."

"You are a wisp of consciousness born when that powerful being was in a coma, and you formed an independent self-personality, even possessing a soul.

That old woman scolded you for being nothing more than a watchdog,

you can just admit it first."

Zhou Ze fell into deep thought. He seemed to understand something.

"You're a watchdog, you're a gatekeeper, you're guarding a huge treasure trove!

You can…

embezzle!"

Embezzle!

The corner of Zhou Ze's mouth twitched subconsciously.

"Isn't he still not perfect?

Isn't he still not awake?

Isn't he still incomplete?

This is your chance!

His power,

his abilities,

his innate divine powers!"

As she spoke, the little loli took Zhou Ze's hand and counted his fingers, saying:

"For example, these black fingernails, this is a manifestation of your embezzlement. You have already unconsciously completed a part of it, even if it's only a small part, but for a long time, it's actually enough for you to protect yourself, and even support you in carrying out your duties as a ghost messenger.

You can steal more,

you can steal more,

steal everything from him, or, steal half!

As long as you steal half of it, would you still be afraid of him waking up?

To put it more extremely,

back when you were just a temporary ghost messenger, you had the courage to have the thought of replacing me in your heart,

why don't you dare to replace him now?

You are Zhou Ze, you are an independent personality, you are a person!

Why can't you?"

After listening to these words, Zhou Ze looked at his fingers again and nodded silently.

That's right,

instead of asking others for methods to cultivate and become stronger, he clearly had a treasure trove similar to the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion by his side, and he even had the key to the door in his hand,

so why bother going far away?

"Whether you take it or not, these things are here now;

if you don't take them, they're not yours.

If you take them, they're yours.

It's a waste to leave them here."

The little loli's voice was a little煽动性shāndòngxìng (inflammatory).

"So, taking them, moving the things back to your own home, that's what makes them yours."

"But if he wakes up and replaces me, wouldn't that be more beneficial to you?" Zhou Ze looked at the little loli and asked.

"I'm just a ghost messenger." The little loli smiled. "If the thing inside you completely wakes up, in his eyes, I'm just a fart. He probably wouldn't even mind swallowing me along with you when he devours you. After all, my soul blood is also in your hands."

This explanation,

made sense.

"I understand," Zhou Ze said.

"In the future, take a small portion of your precious time sunbathing, reading the newspaper, and drinking coffee, and try it," the little loli continued to persuade.

Like a caring and hardworking mother, trying her best to persuade her incompetent, brain-damaged son to be a little bit ambitious.

"Oh, right, there's another question." Zhou Ze looked at the little loli in front of him. "You said a lot just now."

Wasn't it all for you?

"Can you tell me, what did you do before you died?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Entrepreneur, female entrepreneur," the little loli answered directly.

"Oh?"

"I made my fortune by privatizing state-owned assets through state-owned enterprise reforms."

Zhou Ze suddenly understood.

So that's why this girl was so skilled when she was persuading him to embezzle just now.

………………

He took a taxi back to the bookstore.

On the way, Zhou Ze was thinking about how to embezzle.

The treasure mountain was in front of him, and he also had the key to the door, because he could actively awaken it. However, he didn't know how to transport the gold, silver, and treasures out of there and put them in his own home.

This was a very headache-inducing problem.

It was a bit like that night when the Faceless Woman disguised herself as Doctor Lin to seduce him,

he was willing but unable.

When he got out of the car, it was already dusk, and the store was lit up.

And then,

there were many people in the bookstore.

Yes, many people.

According to Boss Zhou's memory, his bookstore hadn't been so lively in a long time.

Walking into the bookstore, they were mostly young people who looked like students, both male and female. They were sitting quietly in their seats, looking at the books in front of them, looking at their notebooks.

Some of them were even moving their lips slightly, probably reciting English words.

Zhou Ze was a little confused.

Tonight,

business was really good.

Xu Qinglang was sitting next to the bar. When Zhou Ze approached, Xu Qinglang shrugged and said, "How is it? Isn't business unusually good tonight?"

"What's going on?"

Suddenly so many ghosts came, which meant so much performance, and Boss Zhou wasn't used to it.

He was used to a hard life, cheap, wasn't he?

"The national college entrance examination starts at dawn."

Xu Qinglang lit a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued:

"These are all the亡魂wánghún (spirits of the dead) of students. They don't know they're dead, but they still think they have to take the college entrance examination tomorrow, so they came here to prepare."

"So many?"

"Yeah, and there are also those who failed the college entrance examination and committed suicide by jumping off buildings."

"Oh."

The two big men sat together at the bar, smoking.

Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to collect these people into the Gates of Hell to exchange for merit points, because they were all reviewing very nervously and intently. Zhou Ze didn't want to disturb them for the time being.

"My grades were never good when I was little," Xu Qinglang said with emotion. "I never experienced the college entrance examination."

Zhou Ze nodded and said:

"When I was in school, the prettier the girls in the class were, the worse their grades generally were."

"…………" Xu Qinglang.

"What about you? Your grades should be very good, right? A top student? Otherwise, you wouldn't be a genius surgeon, right?"

"You can look up the information. I was the top science student in Tong City that year."

Xu Qinglang was stunned for a moment.

"Yo, I didn't see that you were a 学霸xueba (study tyrant)."

"What's the use of being a 学霸xueba (study tyrant)? In the end, I still turned into a ghost."

At the entrance of the bookstore, another customer walked in, a woman dressed plainly.

She was a familiar face.

She had been to the store before.

"You've moved here. I had a hard time finding it," the woman said.

"Oh, sit down for a while, and then you can be on your way," Zhou Ze pointed to the chair next to him.

"Okay, good."

The woman sat down.

She had been to Zhou Ze's bookstore before, accompanying that rich girl who lost her corgi.

But back then, she said she was accompanying her son who was taking the college entrance examination this year, so Zhou Ze made an exception and let her leave, without sending her to hell.

Dawn was about to break, and her accompanying study mission was over, so according to the agreement, she came to report.

"Why didn't you wait until the results were released before coming over? At least you could see which university your son got into," Zhou Ze asked.

"What's the point of looking? This is all I, as a mother, can do. I accompanied him every night to study until late at night. When he fell asleep, I stayed by his side and watched over him. His dad is careless, so I have to tell him in his dreams from time to time what to feed the child tomorrow to nourish him.

He's taking the college entrance examination.

Whether he does well or poorly, high or low,

I don't care anymore.

He has his own life, his own path to take. It's just a college entrance examination. His life has just begun. The road ahead is very, very long.

It's not something that a college entrance examination can completely determine. In the future, he still has to rely on his own efforts to strive for it."

"It's good that you're taking it so well," Zhou Ze nodded.

She sat there,

and sat there almost until dawn.

Today, the bookstore's closing time was much later than usual.

The time was almost up.

Zhou Ze stood up,

first opened the Gates of Hell,

and then clapped his hands and shouted to the students in the bookstore who had also been reviewing all night:

"The college entrance examination is here,

students, come to me to collect your admission tickets,

I wish you,

all the best."

Beside him,

Xu Qinglang brought out the pastries and glutinous rice dumplings that he had rushed to make in the second half of the night,

and shouted to the student ghosts who stood up:

"Before you go,

everyone take a rice cake and a dumpling before leaving,

Uncle wishes you,

糕粽gāozòng (high score)!"