The hand holding the cigarette
Trembled slightly.

Having just made a grand vow,
To be a good-for-nothing salted fish who loves to slack off and doze all day,
Who would have thought,
The vow was still fresh,
But trouble had already come knocking.

The earthen grave from before, the brothel street after entering, the paper doll clone of the leper monk, plus the *bi an* flower (other shore flower) he'd pilfered from there as a condiment.

What gave Zhou Ze the biggest headache
Was that he hadn't even experienced “a great feast” yet,
And the owner had already come to his door.

Of course, if you’re talking about guilt, there really wasn’t any.

Boss Zhou didn't feel guilty about stealing someone else's things,
Those people had set up that small barrier, attracting nearby wandering souls to become their feed, allowing them to nourish the *bi an* flower, completely tormenting the wandering souls who could have gone to the Yellow Springs and entered Hell to be reincarnated, cutting off their chances of rebirth.

This was a very damaging thing to one's karmic merit. Zhou Ze hadn't boasted that he was "acting on behalf of Heaven," which was already considered restrained. How could he feel guilty about this matter?

"My flower, where's my flower?"

The old woman stumbled to Zhou Ze, reaching out to grab his shoulder. Her sunken eyes held a sense of despair and madness as she desperately shook Zhou Ze's body, shouting loudly.

Boss Zhou had just woken up from a coma, and his body was still weak. The old woman seemed frail, but she really had a lot of strength, shaking Boss Zhou so hard that he almost suffocated.

"Let go!"

Bai Yingying immediately reached out and pulled the old woman away. The old woman fell backward and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"..." Bai Yingying.

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Boss, is this a staged accident?" Bai Yingying asked.

Zhou Ze frowned and thought about it. It shouldn't be. He and Little Lori had considered the people who set up that barrier to cultivate the *bi an* flower. Whether the other party was a living person or a dead person, whether in the Yang world or in Hell, they should at least be a figure of some importance, right?

Ordinary people wouldn't have the qualifications or the ability to make such a grand arrangement.

But the old woman who came to collect the debt was too weak, right?

Bai Yingying pushed her,
And she passed out?

Want to extort money?

Boss Zhou didn't mind spending some ghost money or RMB to feed the other party and send them away. Compared to the chain of troubles that this matter might cause, Zhou Ze thought that spending money to avoid disaster was completely worthwhile.

After all,

After realizing that his greatest reliance in the past had become his biggest powder keg, Zhou Ze's mentality had also changed a bit.

Before, he was Zhou Teddy, feeling that he could be awesome enough to screw the sky, the earth, and the air,

Now, he was Zhou Salted Fish.

There were quite a few pedestrians casting glances, but no one specifically came over to take a look. Everyone didn't want to cause trouble for themselves. At most, they would slow down a bit as they passed by, wondering if there was any excitement to watch.

This was like "pure" men, regardless of age, always pretending to be unintentional when passing by the entrance of a small hair salon on the street, looking at what color stockings the ladies inside were wearing today.

Therefore, Boss Zhou didn't think there was anything wrong with his current mentality and attitude towards life.

Open your eyes and look,

The streets are full of noise and vulgarity,

Coming and going,

All salted fish.

……………………

"Mmm, mmm... delicious, delicious!!!"

"So delicious... the taste is so good!!!"

At the dinner table,

Zhou Ze sat back in his chair, while Xu Qinglang watched which dish was getting low and cooked a little more to serve.

The old woman ate like a "wolf," as if she had just been released from prison in ancient times, especially with the greasy elbow in her left hand.

She ate with oil all over her mouth.

That was originally a hearty dish that Xu Qinglang had prepared for Zhou Ze's "great feast" tonight.

The old Daoist accompanied her, drinking and pouring wine for the old woman. The old woman also clinked glasses with the old Daoist from time to time, drinking it all in one gulp, very boldly.

Of course,

Although they looked about the same age, the old Daoist didn't like his peers. He preferred those pitiful women in their forties in hair salons.

Yes, they were starting to age and decline. According to Yue Liang, the old lecherous ghost Bai Juyi, they were women whose "doorways are desolate, carriages and horses are rare."

But if you patronized her and cared for her, she would be more grateful and provide better service, unlike those young people who had good business and were very mechanical.

But the old Daoist also felt that the old woman was very kind. Otherwise, you couldn't just let Bai Yingying accompany her, right?

Although Bai Yingying's age seemed to be old enough.

The old woman kept eating, non-stop, like a hungry ghost reincarnated.

Most of the ingredients that Xu Qinglang had bought back tonight to prepare a feast for Zhou Ze had gone into the old woman's stomach. Zhou Ze naturally wouldn't do anything to show off the oral liquid made from the *bi an* flower while eating.

"Hoo..."

Full.

The old woman patted her round belly,

A look of satisfaction on her face.

Then she looked at Xu Qinglang on the side, gave a thumbs up, and said:

"Girl, you cook really well."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

Old Xu suddenly felt that it wasn't perfect that he hadn't put some arsenic in the dishes.

"Hehe, sis, he's a man, hahahaha."

The old Daoist explained with a smile,

"Sis, you don't know, I almost got a hard-on when I first saw him."

"Tsk tsk, he's a man?" The old woman looked at Xu Qinglang again carefully, nodded, and said, "He really is a handsome young man. It's a pity. If it were in the early Qing Dynasty, if you went on stage and played a young man, I don't know how many people you would have captivated. In the brothels, everyone would be your fan."

The old woman opened her mouth and said "early Qing Dynasty."

This level of recollection was really deep and far-reaching.

This made the old Daoist next to him not know how to respond. We both look about the same age, but I was only born one year before liberation. At that time, it was eight feet away from the early Qing Dynasty.

"It's just that the oil is used a little too heavily. I think it's because I used to cook big pot meals too much and have been doing flowing feasts for too long. Naturally, I lack that bit of refinement.

The taste is excellent, but there are many more delicious dishes in the world. No matter what your tastes are, to be honest, can you really eat your tongue in?

It's just that the effort put into the refinement is different, do you understand?"

Xu Qinglang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded, "I've learned something."

The old woman breathed out, a little bored:

"Forget it, forget it, no matter what the food is like, it's not bad. Keep up the good work, study hard in the future, and strive to reach a higher level. It seems that the craftsmanship of the chefs in the princely mansions in the early Qing Dynasty will really not be tasted in the future."

"Mm." Xu Qinglang nodded.

"When your cooking skills improve, you'll probably be dead. When you come down to the underworld, cook for me."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang Negative Emotions +999

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed,

The main event,

Is coming?

Talking about Hell,

Talking about the *bi an* flower,

It means that the identities of both parties have been revealed, and there is no need to hide anything anymore.

But Xu Qinglang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this a compliment? Was this a reward?

"What are you doing with a sad face? With your half-baked level of mystical arts, you can't change your fate in this lifetime. You can't escape birth, old age, illness, and death.

Besides,

Following a small underworld clerk,

Is it better than following this old woman?"

As she spoke,

The old woman pointed at Zhou Ze unceremoniously, looking very disdainful.

But the aura between her gestures at this time didn't seem to be faked. Ordinary people couldn't have that kind of experience or temperament, and they couldn't fake this feeling.

"Sis... oh no, elder sister, are you also a big shot down there?

Hey, I saw it a long time ago. Elder sister, you don't look like an ordinary person. From the sound of it, elder sister, are you a banner man?

To tell you the truth, my ancestor was also a banner man, from the Niohuru clan!"

The old Daoist immediately offered flattery.

Your loyal old Daoist has gone online.

After people get old, all they care about is their funeral arrangements, but the old Daoist has no children, so he doesn't need to worry about the descendants. Now there is an opportunity to care about what will happen after he dies, this is a great opportunity.

"Oh?"

The old woman squinted at the old Daoist, and at the same time reached out and patted the old Daoist's face,

"Really a banner man?"

"Yes, yes."

"But this old woman was with the Tongmenghui (Chinese United League) in the early Qing Dynasty. That meal at the princely mansion was also a meal I snuck after killing my way into the house of a prince."

"..." The old Daoist.

Zhou Ze reached out and tapped the table gently and said, "Let's get down to business."

Having eaten and drunk your fill,

It's time for you to get to the point.

"Oh, get down to business?" The old woman stretched and said, "The *bi an* flower, is it with you?"

"I guess so."

If it's a blessing, it's not a curse, if it's a curse, you can't avoid it. Boss Zhou simply became tough.

"Do you know who I am?" The old woman pointed to her face and asked.

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shook his head.

At first, Zhou Ze guessed that the other party might be Meng Po (Lady Meng, the mythical figure who gives amnesia soup to souls before reincarnation), but since the other party was from the late Qing Dynasty, she shouldn't be Meng Po.

Moreover, it was unlikely that a big shot like Meng Po would personally come to the Yang world.

"Hehe, so I don't know what gave you the courage." The old woman stood up, reached out and put her hand on Zhou Ze's chest, "This old woman wants to see, where does your courage and reliance come from?"

That greasy hand that had held the elbow was groping around on his chest.

Fastidious Boss Zhou was very uncomfortable and tormented, and couldn't help but reach out and push the other party's hand away.

"Oh, I see, I didn't expect this small Tong City to really be full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

A small ghost clerk of the underworld actually has a background identity."

The old woman took another sip of rice wine, laughing with her yellow teeth exposed,

"But do you know that you are just the intelligence that was born during this period when the one in your body was in a coma? In other words, you are nothing at all.

What are you being arrogant about?

After a person dies and becomes a zombie, it is also a new life from death to life,

What about you?

You don't even count as that.

At best, you're just a watchdog tied to the door when the owner leaves home,

When the owner comes back,

He'll kill the dog and stew it."