Chapter 145 Normal People

Zhou Ze didn't linger on this woman. Although she looked quite attractive in her leather pants and wasn't bad-looking, she was no match for Bai Yingying across the pond.

No,

There was no comparison.

Opening his eyes, he was back in the world.

Waking up from the dream, he suddenly felt a sense of shame, "The world is so beautiful, why am I so irritable?"

It was as if his heart had been purified.

Zhou Ze remembered the feeling he had after the hospital had invited a motivational speaker to give a pep talk, which was about the same. He suddenly felt that the heavy and tense pace of hospital work wasn't so unbearable.

It was just a pity,

That the speaker had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage a few days later, and his passing seemed quite peaceful.

Zhou Ze walked from the lake pavilion. One of the pavilions had collapsed, but the path was still passable.

As Zhou Ze passed by, Lawyer An seemed hesitant to speak, but after thinking about it, he didn't rush to ask about what had just happened. Instead, he said:

"That old man has been captured alive. The interrogation can be left to me. I'll report to you after I get the information."

"Focus on confirming Lin Ke's situation."

"Understood."

Actually, there was no need to mention this. Everyone knew what to do, but Lawyer An still felt that mentioning it made him seem more serious and respectful.

He wouldn't have had such thoughts before.

Roughly speaking, it meant that Lawyer An had made an important report to Zhou Ze about this matter,

And Zhou Ze had given important instructions on it.

Next, the group didn't plan to stay here any longer. Not to mention that the place had become a mess because of the fighting, just cleaning up the bodies of the ghost messengers on the ground would be a headache.

It was better to just change locations.

Before leaving,

Zhou Ze specially took out a stack of ghost money and squatted there to burn it.

Although there was demon qi and ghost qi rampant here during the fight, isolating the outside world's perception of the place, burning some paper money before leaving could avoid some trouble later.

The function of ghost money is actually here. It can't resist all troubles, but it can offset those unintended karmic consequences.

Some might feel that it seems useless. What kind of trouble is unintended trouble? But if they had ever run a shop or a small factory, they would know that it wasn't as simple as getting a license and paying taxes. You still had to deal with environmental protection, fire safety, and other inspections;

Even if the neighboring village built a cement road, villagers might block your door and force you to contribute, even if your factory's trucks didn't use that road.

While burning the paper,

Zhou Ze saw the leather-clad woman on the opposite bank standing there blankly for a long time before running away in a daze, looking back every few steps, as if afraid that he would suddenly chase after her.

"Are you just letting her go like that, Boss?"

The old Daoist squatted next to him and asked.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist straightened his palm and made a "crack" motion,

Probably watched too many police movies and got carried away.

"Then you chase after her and kill her."

"............" The old Daoist.

"We need to leave a tongue to help us spread the word, right? But, actually, whether we leave a tongue or not, this matter is destined to be hidden. The local ghost messengers in Xuzhou have been almost wiped out. It will definitely cause a big reaction."

Lawyer An had already "packaged" the sunglasses-wearing old man and carried him out.

The old man was old and didn't know moderation. Plus, his natal puppet had been torn apart by Yingying. Now, he had shrunk severely.

"I just hope to have some more peaceful days."

Zhou Ze picked up a piece of ghost money that had blown away and threw it into the fire to continue burning it.

Seemingly because of that dream,

He now missed the bookstore's floor-to-ceiling windows and sofa, as well as the coffee in the store.

"Oh, where did everyone go?" Bai Yingying had just come out of the room where everyone had been, after tidying up and taking the half-bottle of wine she had been drinking with her. She was truly frugal.

"Boss, I haven't asked her where she bought her leather pants yet!"

Zhou Ze smiled, clapped his hands, stood up, and signaled that they could leave.

As they walked out,

Zhou Ze glanced at the four horribly mangled corpses on the ground, one of which had been split in half. He immediately frowned and said to Lawyer An beside him:

"When did you become so disgusting?"

"............" Lawyer An.

"Boss, you killed all these people. We were all on the other side."

The old Daoist reminded him.

"Oh... I killed them?"

"That's right." The old Daoist nodded.

"You killed them. I didn't even dare to come over." Lawyer An confirmed.

The word "dare" was very expressive,

Because Lawyer An had originally planned to come over, but the scene of Zhou Ze killing people with his eyes closed made him a little scared, afraid that Zhou Ze would kill him as a warning to the others, the old Daoist and Bai Yingying:

"I like killing people in my dreams."

"How could I have killed them..."

Zhou Ze stopped speaking halfway through his sentence,

Because he suddenly realized that the way these four corpses had died

Was the same as the way he had killed people in his dream.

One had his chest pierced, one had been cut in half, one had his forehead pierced by a fingernail, and one had his soul extracted and turned to ashes, with not much damage to the body but an extremely terrified expression remaining on his face.

It seemed like he really had killed them.

Killed them in a dream?

"No recollection?"

Lawyer An asked, puzzled.

He didn't understand what "severing the three corpses" was. He hadn't experienced it.

Although Zhou Ze didn't understand what kind of opportunity he had just experienced, he could vaguely sense a little change. This change wasn't an increase in strength, but a more refined consideration of combat methods and details.

"Old An."

"Yes, Boss?"

"After we find Lin Ke, let's find some time to spar after we get back."

"............" Lawyer An.

"Don't worry, I won't shout that out. We'll just fight normally. Is that okay?"

"Boss, look, the environment here is really nice. If it weren't for the deaths, I'd really like to stay here for a few more days and enjoy myself. This hotel has catering and massage, all kinds of facilities."

............

The bald monk and the dark-skinned girl had been waiting for a long time.

They were guests,

But they were guests who knew their place.

Ordinary people who are invited are always in a hurry to go inside, but they weren't.

They waited outside, trying their best to freeload without going in.

Until,

The people who invited them were either dead or captured,

They were still observing from outside.

Finally,

They saw a familiar person come out,

One of the people who had invited them,

That local female ghost messenger from Xuzhou.

The leather-clad woman ran out in a panic, her hair disheveled, and it was even obvious that she had just cried.

As she passed by the two of them, the leather-clad woman seemed to not see them at all, and left straight away.

The bald monk immediately reached out, grabbed the leather-clad woman's wrist, and pulled her back.

The leather-clad woman didn't even struggle, but just stood there blankly, letting him do as he pleased.

Her spirit had just been repeatedly rubbed by great terror. It would be an exaggeration to say that she had completely collapsed into mental illness, but it would be difficult for her to completely wake up in a short period of time.

And what happened today would likely become a nightmare that would accompany her forever.

"Amitabha."

The bald monk chanted a Buddhist prayer,

The leather-clad woman's expression seemed to relax a little.

"What exactly happened inside?"

The bald monk asked.

"Aaaaaah!"

The woman suddenly screamed, screaming like crazy, screaming like she was hysterical.

Attracting the attention of everyone around.

The bald monk coughed twice, immediately let go of her hand, and let the leather-clad woman run away.

But the people around him were still pointing and gesturing at him, and some busybodies even took out their phones to take pictures.

The bald monk leaned towards the flower bed and raised his kasaya to cover himself a little.

"What, are you afraid of losing face?"

"Amitabha, public opinion can melt metal, public opinion can melt metal."

"Why couldn't you calm her down? She seems to be overly frightened."

"She's a ghost messenger. She can't handle the Buddhist techniques I used to comfort her."

"Oh."

The dark-skinned girl nodded,

"It's over in there, right? Let's go? I still have to go back and water my grandma's flowers. She was so good to me when she was alive. I have to be good to her too."

At this time,

The old Daoist came out of the hotel door. He came out to call for a car.

At this time,

Because the bald monk had hidden behind the flower bed, the old Daoist didn't see him.

But the bald monk saw the old Daoist, and he knew him.

The bald monk remembered that he had ridiculed this colleague across the street when he was at the bookstore, mocking him for being a boor who had no Daoist skills other than the ability to deceive people.

"Huh, why is he here?"

The bald monk muttered to himself.

"What? Him? That Daoist priest? Isn't he just an ordinary person?" The dark-skinned girl asked, puzzled.

"Could the ghost messengers from Tongcheng be here?"

"Tongcheng?" The dark-skinned girl frowned. It sounded familiar. It seemed like she had just heard it.

But her memory had always been bad.

This wasn't an excuse,

It was true.

Except for being attentive to things like planting flowers, she would naturally forget other things.

"Forget it, forget it. If the ghost messengers from that city are really here, there's no need to meet them.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together."

The bald monk flicked his sleeves and prepared to leave.

He remembered that when he passed by Tongcheng, he had specifically gone to a bookstore to find the local ghost messengers to talk about ideals.

As a result, he offered his heart to the bright moon, but the ghost messenger treated him like an idiot.

"Let's go, let's go. It's boring, it's boring."

The dark-skinned girl also prepared to leave.

They were both cautious people. They naturally wouldn't wade into unnecessary muddy waters, and they didn't have the time.

Since the people who invited them were all done for, the banquet was naturally over. Next, it was nothing more than each returning to their own home and finding their own mothers.

At this time,

The taxi drove to the hotel entrance,

The old Daoist called Lawyer An,

"Hey, Lawyer, the car is here. Pack up and bring the people and things out.

If you ask me,

Let's find a place to stay first,

And then have a good meal.

How about going to Peixian to eat dog meat?

A hot pot of dog meat, warming our stomachs, and at night we can... hehehe.

Aiya, it's okay.

Look,

This matter has been settled, and the boss has vented his anger.

Take the opportunity to ask the boss for some *bǐ àn huā* (lycoris) oral solution to treat yourself to a good meal!"

The dark-skinned girl who had already walked out

Suddenly stopped.