His complexion had regained some color, his hunger was somewhat satisfied, and a deep fatigue followed, but all of this was within an acceptable range.

The bloodlust in Zhou Ze's eyes had faded a lot as he looked around, first at the people standing, then at the group of people lying on the ground, barely in one piece.

He reached out and covered his nose, disgusted.

"............" Everyone present.

He was the one who ordered the killing, but he was also the one who was disgusted by the filth of the environment.

This kind of behavior, is really quite boss-like.

Zhou Ze pointed to the little loli and asked, "Why are you here too?"

Zhou Ze remembered that he didn't call the little loli when he set off for Shanghai.

"My dad brought the family to Disneyland, so I came to take a look."

The little loli gave this explanation.

Zhou Ze remained noncommittal.

He turned his head and looked at the dozen or so ghost servants' souls still above his head.

He must have overestimated his appetite, or was too caught up in the pleasure of preparing food, so much so that he prepared too much, resulting in a waste.

But letting them out was impossible.

Even if they all swore to keep their mouths shut in order to survive, no one would really believe them.

The Yin Court (underworld bureaucracy) was having big problems of its own, unable to take care of itself, and he had the Taishan Prefecture Lord's ghost servant certificate, which could shield him from most of the Yin Court's probes, allowing him to act more freely.

However, this didn't mean he could go around courting death in different ways.

Moreover, because Ying Gou had fallen into permanent slumber, his own self-preservation ability had actually declined sharply. Even if a patrol inspector came to question him, it would be an extremely troublesome problem for the Late Night Bookstore.

He had seen the world, but it was like a dream.

After waking up, one still had to learn to be down-to-earth.

Zhou Ze looked at the little monkey, and at the same time took a steel pen from his shirt pocket.

Boss Zhou didn't suspect that Ying Gou would lie to him, because there was no point in lying. When Ying Gou recovered some of his power in Hell, he could even fight against the Yama Kings, chasing their avatars and blowing them up one by one.

At that time, if he wanted to, a mere "fool" seal couldn't stop him.

He didn't do that then, so naturally there was no need to play any tricks now.

This didn't fit the style of a simpleton; doing so would be too embarrassing for him.

Therefore, the "fool" pen, which he had obtained a long time ago but had never used for any purpose other than to seal Ying Gou, could now be taken out and used in other ways.

"Yin-Yang Record."

Zhou Ze called out to the little monkey.

The little monkey pouted.

It was a natural spirit monkey, with a natural ability to perceive many people and things.

However, it didn't cling to it, but silently took out the Yin-Yang Record from its small backpack, hopped over to Zhou Ze, and handed it to him.

Zhou Ze held the Yin-Yang Record in his hand, but didn't open it. Instead, he placed the "fool" pen on the cover. In an instant, the pen stood up on its own, and the Yin-Yang Record also floated away from Zhou Ze's hands.

Zhou Ze still didn't understand how to use the Yin-Yang Record. Perhaps his current level and rank were not enough to control it, but if he had the "fool" pen as a medium, he might make new discoveries.

After all, the "fool" pen had its own spirituality.

This spirituality was reflected in the fact that Ying Gou also wanted this pen, but because he had shouted "fool" first, the pen had recognized him as its master first.

"Take them in, seal them!"

Zhou Ze said.

The pen began to spin, and the Yin-Yang Record slowly opened.

More than a dozen souls in the sky were instantly taken into it. Eighth Aunt-Grandma and Huang A-ge should have many more playmates.

At the same time, miniature images of a small black snake and a yellow weasel appeared on the cover of the Yin-Yang Record.

They knelt before Zhou Ze, pleading.

Zhou Ze had once promised that if he found a way to use the Yin-Yang Record, he would release them.

Now they could see for themselves that Zhou Ze could use the Yin-Yang Record, so they revealed themselves, hoping that Zhou Ze would keep his promise. After all, they had been trapped inside for a very, very long time.

Zhou Ze frowned.

He hesitated for a moment.

In his current situation, every bit of strength was extremely valuable.

Because the simpleton had fallen into an endless slumber, he would have to rely on himself for a long time to come.

"After I return to the bookstore, I will call Bai Hu (White Fox) over. Then, in her presence, I will release you."

Zhou Ze said.

This was considered a promise to be fulfilled.

In fact, if he was the only one present now, he might have gone back on his word directly, but now that his subordinates were all here, it wouldn't be worth it for him to go back on his word, as he would lose face.

At that moment, Zhou Ze stood up with Bai Yingying's support, pointed to the bloody environment around him and said, "You guys take care of it."

The little loli and a group of ghost servants nodded in agreement.

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

Back at the hotel, because he had booked a suite, there was a bathtub inside.

Zhou Ze lay in the bathtub, and Yingying poured shower gel on him and washed him.

During his trip to Hell, Zhou Ze didn't feel that much time had passed, because he was always busy, following Ying Gou from the south to the north, and from the east to the west. In fact, including the time he spent walking out of the Naihe Bridge (Bridge of Helplessness), a week had passed from the time he entered the club to the time he came out.

No wonder the little loli, who hadn't come here originally, ended up appearing here; it had really been too long.

After taking a shower and changing into dry clothes, Zhou Ze leaned back on the bed, choosing a position that was comfortable enough for him to lie down.

Yingying prepared some fruit and fed it to Zhou Ze.

"When it gets light, let's go to Disneyland?"

"Okay."

Yingying never understood what refusal meant in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded, wanting to sleep, but at this moment, a commotion came from downstairs, like a group of people were arguing.

At this time, there was also a knock on the door.

Yingying opened the door, and Xu Qinglang came in.

"When are we going back?"

Xu Qinglang asked.

"Now that we're here, let's all go to Disneyland tomorrow."

"Oh." Xu Qinglang nodded, "I'll go prepare the tickets and VIP service."

After speaking, Xu Qinglang left.

However, the noise downstairs hadn't stopped.

Zhou Ze got out of bed, walked to the balcony, and glanced down, discovering that there were two groups of people gathered below, as if they were picking a fight. Everyone was arguing downstairs, just one step away from starting a fight.

Zhou Ze simply leaned his hands on the edge of the balcony, lit a cigarette.

Outside, the bright moon hung in the sky.

Below, a group of people were still having a war of words.

It had to be said that after just witnessing the grand scene of blowing up the avatars of the Yama Kings with continuous punches and kicks, and experiencing the magnificent battle with the Yin Court army, seeing the small ruffians and hooligans picking a fight, he actually tasted a kind of "willows on the bank, dawn wind, waning moon" flavor.

The two groups below each had fierce expressions on their faces, constantly warning each other, and constantly spouting words that they thought were very stylish.

They argued with relish, but the more they did so, the more Zhou Ze found them cute.

At this time, Yingying came over with a bowl of noodles, and also handed over the River Lethe (Bihua) Flower Oral Solution.

Zhou Ze stood there eating noodles.

When he finished the bowl of noodles, more and more hooligans had gathered below, and both sides were calling for friends, and the noise had further increased, but everyone was just constantly bickering, at most pointing fingers at you, but everyone was very restrained, and didn't really start fighting.

After eating, he lit a cigarette after the meal, and enjoyed the breeze.

Because the moon was relatively bright tonight, there weren't many stars in the sky.

Yingying brought over an ashtray, and Zhou Ze flicked the ashes into the ashtray.

"Boss, I feel like you're a little different."

"Oh, how am I different?"

Zhou Ze didn't tell them about his trip to Hell. Apart from Yingying and Xu Qinglang, who had asked Zhou Ze about his itinerary before, no one else came to disturb his rest at this time.

Zhou Ze would talk to Lawyer An about these things after returning to the bookstore.

He guessed that Lawyer An would be dumbfounded.

The middle-level civil servant experience that he relied on might disintegrate after hearing his narration, like a collapse of his worldview.

However, Boss Zhou didn't really get carried away.

The Yin Court had a big problem.

The avatars of the nine Yama Kings had been destroyed.

The impact here would be extremely far-reaching, but after losing Ying Gou's help, Zhou Ze also had a feeling of changing from a RMB player back to an ordinary player.

Now, one bad move would really lead to the game ending directly.

"Boss, the Winter Clothing Festival is over."

"Oh, ah?"

Zhou Ze smiled, reached out and put his arm around Yingying's shoulder, and said, "It's over, then it's over."

It was a pity that he didn't see Madam Bai this time he went to Hell, and he didn't know how Madam Bai was doing in Hell.

As for burning Yingying, that was impossible.

If anyone wanted to burn her, Zhou Ze would fight him to the death.

Even if Madam Bai had some schemes back then, after this trip to Hell, Boss Zhou, who had even met the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, really didn't think these schemes were anything. At least strategically, he could despise the other party.

Yingying rested her head on Zhou Ze's chest, and Zhou Ze gently stroked her black hair.

"Do you believe that I'll tie your parents up in coffins and cremate them together?"

Below, a grumpy old brother began to spout nonsense.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ze, who had originally found the hooligans' fight quite interesting, suddenly became disgusted.

He picked up the ashtray on the balcony and threw it down directly.

No matter who it hit, it wouldn't be innocent.

"Bang!"

A scream came from below.

A person, with a broken head and bleeding, and this was more like a fuse.

The two groups of hooligans who had been having a war of words for a long time finally started fighting.

Below the hotel, everything was in chaos for a while.