Chapter 175 All Must Die

Zhou Ze wasn't sure if reincarnation existed in this world, or whether so-called karmic retribution was real, but one thing he was sure of was that those who committed evil and greedily took ill-gotten gains would eventually receive their due punishment:

At least,

They would die of old age.

Opening the gates of hell, he reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, tossing him directly inside. Another deal was done.

Afterward, Zhou Ze returned to his salted fish state, lying on the sofa, reading the newspaper, and drinking coffee. After experiencing the twists and turns of the mirror world, Zhou Ze found this state of being the most enjoyable.

Maintaining this posture until the evening, Xu Qinglang came over and whispered to Zhou Ze, "There's no money left in the store's account."

The bookstore's rent wasn't actually that expensive, after all, it was rented from the Xu family, and the Xu family had given the green light when discussing the price.

But the cost of everyone's food and drink, plus water and electricity, etc., wasn't a small amount. The coffee Boss Zhou was drinking now was imported, and the price was already high. The wine Xu Qinglang mixed for the guests was cheap stuff from small bars, but what he drank himself wasn't cheap.

In addition, the bookstore's business with the living wasn't very good. Just looking at the fact that Zhou Ze hadn't entered a book since then made it clear how bad the bookstore's business was.

"Go get some paper money and burn it at the door, burn a lot."

"Okay."

Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money. The old Daoist, who had been playing with the monkey earlier, saw this scene and immediately came over.

For the old Daoist, there was no better game in this world than burning paper money. It was more addictive than playing slot machines. Squatting at the door and burning some, and after a while, people would come and throw money, it was simply wonderful.

"Get more," the old Daoist muttered.

"Enough," Xu Qinglang said, holding a stack.

"The boss said to burn more, why are you saving him a fart?"

"It's about enough, otherwise, it's too wasteful."

"Does his family need you to manage it?" The old Daoist shook his head. "If anyone's going to manage it, it'll be Yingying."

Xu Qinglang thought about it and realized that this seemed to be true, so he simply took out another stack and handed it to the old Daoist. Then, Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist each took a stack of money and lit it at the bookstore entrance, taking advantage of the night.

After burning it, the old Daoist squatted beside the fire, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the real money to come.

In fact, the old Daoist himself had saved a lot of paper money. Sometimes, when he encountered some ghosts who didn't have money, Zhou Ze didn't even care about those few ghost notes and rewarded them to the old Daoist.

The old Daoist hid them with joy, and accumulating little by little was also a considerable sum.

Moreover, the old Daoist had a dream, which was to wait until he had saved enough ghost notes, then glue them together to make a piece of clothing, just like the Hezhe people's fish-skin clothes, and wear it on his body.

Damn it, then he would really be a walking auspicious sign, he felt excited just thinking about it.

If he went to Macau wearing that outfit, wouldn't he be invincible?

An electric scooter drove over from the front. The old Daoist and Xu Qinglang looked over there, and they both felt that it should be him.

The person riding the electric scooter was wearing a blue delivery uniform and a helmet, and at a glance, you could tell he was a delivery guy. The delivery guy didn't think anything was wrong at first, but when he passed the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting there, staring straight at him, and his heart immediately tightened. It just so happened that there was a fire hydrant in front of him, and he actually drove the scooter straight into it.

"Clang!"

A small box fell down, filled with fast-food containers.

The delivery guy immediately stood up, looking a little guilty, immediately propped up his electric scooter, and didn't seem to notice the things that had fallen, driving directly onto the road.

"Beep beep..."

The sound of car horns came,

Under the watchful eyes of the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang,

The delivery guy crashed directly into the bus in front, head-on, like a stubborn iron ox.

"Bang!"

The delivery guy was sent flying,

The electric scooter also fell apart,

His helmet rolled and wobbled a few times before coming to rest in front of the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang.

This seemed to have gone too far.

Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist looked at each other, and they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes.

"I told you to burn less," Xu Qinglang complained.

"Damn it, you were the one who took it."

The old Daoist retorted unhappily, then got up and picked up the meals that the delivery guy had just dropped. After holding them in his hand, the old Daoist immediately felt something was wrong and immediately pulled Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.

"What's going on outside, was there a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.

The old Daoist brought the few meal boxes over, took a deep breath, and opened the first meal box in front of Zhou Ze. Inside was a box full of money, and it was US dollars!

"Oh, my goodness."

The old Daoist smacked his lips and immediately opened two more boxes, which also contained US dollars.

"We're rich, we're rich." The old Daoist couldn't control his hands and immediately opened the last meal box, then shouted and immediately retreated. That last meal box actually contained a bag of blue pills.

It's over, it's over, this is going to be the end, the pills!

Xu Qinglang stood on the side. When he saw the US dollars, he wasn't too excited. These US dollars were less than one hundred thousand, which was only a few hundred thousand in RMB, not enough for him to buy an apartment.

But when Xu Qinglang saw those blue pills, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Who dropped them?" Zhou Ze asked.

"A delivery guy," the old Daoist replied.

"Where is he?"

"Look, the one who had the car accident outside is him, he was sent flying." The old Daoist pointed outside.

Zhou Ze stood up, walked to the door, and looked out. Many onlookers had gathered at the scene of the car accident, but he could still see the delivery guy lying on the ground, bleeding non-stop, he guessed he wouldn't make it.

"Take some more paper money and burn it at the door, don't cause trouble," Zhou Ze instructed the old Daoist.

"Okay." The old Daoist wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately took out a few more ghost notes from the drawer and burned them at the door. This time, it wasn't to ask for money, but to avoid trouble.

Zhou Ze pointed to the US dollars on the table, signaling Xu Qinglang to put them away, and treat them as household expenses for this period. Then he picked up the bag containing the blue pills and walked to the bathroom.

"Swish..."

A large bag of blue pills was directly poured into the toilet by Zhou Ze, then he flushed the toilet, and the pills went into the sewer.

In fact, this bag of pills might be worth more money, but Boss Zhou was unmoved. Just like the old Daoist eating steamed buns with the father and son last time, living people would damage their yin virtue and bring misfortune to their descendants if they touched this kind of thing, and even ghosts wouldn't want to touch it.

After doing all this, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.

The police and the ambulance arrived quickly. The delivery guy's car accident was quite serious, and he died directly. At first, there weren't many police officers who came, and they were just treating it as an ordinary car accident, but later, many, many more police officers came, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Zhou Ze guessed that the police had found out the delivery guy's real identity and started a major investigation. There were also police officers who came to the bookstore to take witness statements, and the old Daoist was responsible for receiving them.

After finishing, the old Daoist smiled and said, "He really was a drug dealer, we burned some ghost notes at our door and actually acted on behalf of heaven."

"What about the things he left behind?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"We're lucky, or the ghost notes we burned later worked. The lines of the two cameras here had problems today and happened to be on strike, so we can use those US dollars ourselves."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze nodded. The money obtained by burning ghost notes was basically ill-gotten gains, so he didn't feel any psychological burden to use it himself.

"Hey, Deadpool, come over and clean up."

The priest, who was sitting on the side wearing a Deadpool suit, stood up, took the mop from the old Daoist, and began to clean.

The old Daoist wasn't idle either, and began to arrange the tables and chairs and clean the coffee table.

Because the boss was a clean freak, this kind of cleaning had to be done every day.

Zhou Ze went upstairs. Bai Yingying was already in the bedroom, sitting in a chair, wearing headphones and watching a movie.

In fact, Bai Yingying's appearance had basically recovered during this period, but that was only on the surface. The internal deficit could only be restored after Zhou Ze's body recovered.

However, just sitting there, with her white hair scattered down and her feet propped up on the desk, she exuded a kind of tranquility that was more than her previous liveliness.

Especially those little feet constantly curving and stretching gently, it was as if they could hook souls.

Beautiful curves, just the right arc.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but stand at the door and watch for a while longer. People always had an impulse to admire beautiful things.

"Boss, boss, bad news, good news!"

The old Daoist ran up with something in his hand.

"Boss?"

Bai Yingying took off her headphones and came over as well.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, I found this under the chair, a card clipped between a few ghost notes."

Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the "toll" left by the ghost would usually be left on the ground or taped under the chair the ghost had been sitting on. The old Daoist would pay special attention to these places when cleaning.

But it was the first time a small card had been clipped in the ghost notes. The card was black and didn't look like the kind of thing that hotels would stuff into the door at night.

The card felt a little cold to the touch, and two lines were engraved on it:

"Welcome to Lost Town, the New Home for the Dead"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. The new home for the dead?

The home for the dead should be hell, so how did a town suddenly pop up here?

"Boss, this is poaching our business!" the old Daoist shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Yes,

It was indeed poaching business.

"No wonder no ghosts have come to the door during the time you were unconscious, boss. I was wondering about it," Bai Yingying said.

Boss Zhou liked to lie in the bookstore, read the newspaper, drink coffee, and be a salted fish, but that was based on the fact that dead souls would come to the door every day to send performance and ghost notes. Now that someone was poaching business, Boss Zhou certainly couldn't be generous, smile, and ignore it.

Moreover, according to the rules of the underworld, each area in the yang world had a corresponding ghost messenger responsible for it. In this area, the ghost messenger monopolized the local ghost express industry, and once a monopoly appeared, and people got used to the monopoly, if any competition appeared, the monopolist would definitely not think about improving service levels and increasing their competitiveness, but would instinctively choose to annex and suppress.

Just like Boss Zhou at this time, he didn't even think about developing new activities in his bookstore to attract dead souls to the door, but instinctively chose a more direct and crude method.

"Call Lin Ke. At three in the morning, we're going out."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. Little Loli had to contribute in this matter as well. All along, Zhou Ze ate meat, and Little Loli could also improve her performance by drinking soup next to him. This time, the strange competitor was equivalent to smashing their business together.

"Go out and talk to them?" the old Daoist asked.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist, smiled,

and said:

"Kill them."

Everything that affects my desire to be a salted fish,

is heresy,

and must be resolutely struck down!

Those who block me from being a salted fish,

die!