Chapter 250 Winning Hook

Yinggou spends most of his time sleeping.

Only two things can trigger his awakening:

One, when there's an opportunity to "mock" Zhou Ze.

This is to repay Boss Zhou for the countless times he "beeped" in his ear back in hell.

The other is when there's food.

Zhou Ze once thought that Yinggou liked to eat so much because he needed massive replenishment to repair himself.

After learning about some of Yinggou's past,

Boss Zhou felt more and more that,

this simpleton was probably just a glutton.

Ordinary gluttons and lazy people would eat takeout and pile it up at home or under the bed, accumulating a huge mess.

Yinggou seemed to be the same, eating people and then throwing their bones aside, accidentally piling up a throne of white bones.

At this moment, since Yinggou had "awakened," it was clear that the blue crystal he had just eaten must have had an effect on the simpleton.

Boss Zhou wasn't in a hurry to respond to Yinggou, but instead looked at Blackie and asked:

"What is this?"

Asking what kind of plant it was.

"He planted it himself; there wasn't this kind before," Blackie immediately replied.

She could tell that the boss was very satisfied with this gift, so it seemed that her man's efforts over the past six months had been worthwhile.

"A new species?"

"Yes, but he gave it a name."

"Oh? What's it called?"

"'An Ode to Fatherly Love.'"

"............" Zhou Ze.

Clearly, this name was made up by Blackie on the spot.

Zhou Ze didn't bother with these small details and continued to ask:

"How was it grown?"

"Using, um, the souls of the dead as fertilizer."

"Souls of the dead?"

Boss Zhou wasn't in a hurry to get angry.

"Yes, there have been many souls of the dead in the past six months. Some turned into vengeful ghosts, but most couldn't, and could only linger painfully in the mortal realm until they dissipated."

Zhou Ze nodded. He had experienced this process before, and to be honest, it was really painful.

It was a bit like treating yourself as a basin of water, scattering it on a threshing ground in the summer, and then waiting for yourself to slowly evaporate.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts), branding with hot iron, and other such tortures were minor compared to the process of "soul dissipation." In comparison, they even seemed gentle.

"Those souls will be attracted to it. Its stems and leaves will secrete a liquid that paralyzes souls, and those souls will be anesthetized here and then absorbed.

Finally, it condenses into this blue fruit.

Yes, we treated those souls as raw materials, but in the current situation, it was actually a very humane euthanasia for them."

As she spoke,

Blackie took out a cloth bag from her bosom. When she opened it, it revealed a thick stack of hell money.

"This is their gratitude to us."

Many people like to find excuses for themselves when doing things to cover up their greedy nature, but it must be said that the effect of this plant was truly like heavenly music for those souls.

It could be said that it had the best of both worlds: a whore and a monument.

"How big is the yield?"

This was what Zhou Ze was concerned about.

Yinggou couldn't eat just anything. This was barely edible, but in terms of efficacy, it was clearly incomparable to tonics of the level of the dragon vein and the old monkey.

If the dragon vein was a roujiamo (meat sandwich), then the old monkey and others were equivalent to a steamed meat bun, while what was in front of him was equivalent to a peanut.

If the yield didn't increase, then it could only be used as a snack to occasionally satisfy a craving.

Speaking of yield, Blackie nervously crossed her fingers and said:

"Boss, in the past six months, it's only produced this much—twelve."

Hmm,

twelve peanuts...

The most deadly thing was that,

Zhou Ze knew,

that once the judges and inspectors who had returned to the mortal realm had completed their cleanup of the grassroots, the gates of hell would reopen, and the order of yin and yang would be restored after a year.

When that time came, it would be difficult to continue to act like both a whore and a monument;

at the same time, the so-called increase in yield would become less realistic.

"Con..........tinue..........eat.........."

"Save some, there are only twelve left. No, there are only eleven left."

Boss Zhou directly rejected Yinggou's gluttonous behavior.

At this time, the Deadpool also came behind Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou turned around, put his hand on the Deadpool's shoulder, and said:

"You've worked hard."

The Deadpool continued to smile innocently.

"Find a way to solve the yield problem; this is very important."

The Deadpool nodded vigorously.

Zhou Ze looked at Blackie again and instructed, "Tell Lawyer An about the situation here, and say it's my intention: spare no expense and do everything possible to increase the yield of this thing for me."

"Understood, Boss. We will definitely overcome all difficulties, rise to the challenge, and live up to the boss's expectations of us!"

After hearing these words, Zhou Ze

said somewhat unexpectedly:

"It's been a year since I've seen you, and your ass-kissing skills have really declined."

"Um, is it very awkward, Boss?"

"Extremely."

Before leaving the wax museum, unable to withstand Yinggou's repeated sonic bombardment, Boss Zhou ate two more peanuts.

Originally, eating one and leaving ten made for a whole number;

but after eating another one, leaving nine, Zhou Ze always felt that nine had more pizzazz than ten.

In the afternoon, Yueya and the other two arrived in Tong City. At dinner, everyone had a meal together. Zhou Ze didn't know how Lawyer An, Feng Si, and the others had talked with Qing, but in any case, Qing and the others didn't appear at the dinner table.

In view of the current situation, Lawyer An made a speech at the dinner table to boost morale.

Actually, it wasn't a big deal. Although the crackdown was severe now, with Feng Si looking after the bookstore, there wouldn't be much of a problem. Although Yueya, Zheng Qiang, and Liu Chuyu usually "worked" in other places, they couldn't be said to be very dedicated, but compared to other ghost servants, they were simply labor models and moral exemplars, so there was basically no need to worry about being purged.

After dinner,

the three ghost servants who had come from other places drove back overnight. After all, the situation was tense now, and staying away from their own jurisdiction for too long wouldn't be good.

"Boss, are we going back now?"

"You guys go back first. I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay, Boss."

After Zhou Ze walked away from the restaurant entrance in another direction by himself.

Lawyer An deliberately moved closer to Yingying and whispered, "Did the boss go find Jingjing?"

Yingying nodded.

"Hey, I say, aren't you jealous?"

"Isn't it normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines?"

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

"Besides, Dr. Lin seems to be sick."

"Usually, women are taken advantage of by men when they're sick."

Lawyer An seemed very experienced.

Yingying shook her head and said, "It's different."

"What's different? People are more vulnerable when they're sick, and they crave warmth, want to be cared for, and then something happens, and it's all perfectly natural."

Yingying shook her head.

"Hey, I say, really, some of the feudal dross of the past can really be discarded. For example, the stories about Chinese and Japanese children's summer camps, and the stories about toilet water and oil-soaked paper packets from sewers, no one is silly enough to believe anymore.

So, you see, times are always progressing."

Yingying thought about it but didn't tell Lawyer An about the kind of illness Dr. Lin had, and walked straight ahead.

Looking at Yingying's departing back, Lawyer An vigorously rubbed his face.

"Oh dear, what was I just saying?"

If the boss knew that he had just persuaded Yingying to abandon feudal dross,

with the boss's personality...

"You were just courting death," Feng Si said, standing next to Lawyer An.

"Yeah, courting death."

"And jealousy."

"What am I jealous of?"

"Yeah, what are you jealous of?" Feng Si suddenly laughed and continued, "I just learned a new word these past two days."

"I don't want to hear it!"

"It's called 'simping'."

Lawyer An rolled his eyes and looked at Feng Si.

"Also learned an English word."

"House!"

Feng Si nodded

and said,

"Looks like your English is better than mine."

Feng Si reached out and dusted off the non-existent dust on his shoulder, looked up, and looked at the moonlight tonight,

and said,

"Has your little friend not come back yet today?"

"The flight was canceled due to some reason and has to be delayed by a day."

"Then you won't be able to sleep again tonight."

"Sleep? What sleep."

………………

Actually, Yingying and Lawyer An were both wrong. Zhou Ze didn't go to Dr. Lin, nor did he go to her house.

He just went back to the bench where Dr. Lin had sat that night and sat down.

The evening breeze brushed his face,

dissipating a lot of the alcohol on his body.

He stretched,

and Zhou Ze lay diagonally on the bench.

It was a pity that it was summer, not winter, otherwise, if the cold wind swept through, or if some snowflakes fell, the atmosphere would be really perfect.

There was no romantic encounter, and no heartwarming meeting.

Boss Zhou sat for half an hour, felt comfortable, and began to feel tired. He looked at the time and figured that Yingying's cold spot should be warmed up again.

Hmm,

time to go back to sleep.

He had come here because he just wanted to be alone, and the reason he had chosen this place was because when he had come here to see Dr. Lin last time, he thought that Dr. Lin had chosen a good spot.

"Handsome guy, want to buy a Kongming lantern? You can pray for peace and success."

An older sister riding an electric car parked her car next to Zhou Ze's bench and asked.

Boss Zhou hesitated.

"Six yuan each, twenty yuan for three!"

"Then, give me one."

"Okay, releasing a Kongming lantern, you can pray for your family or yourself to be healthy, safe, and happy."

The older sister helped Zhou Ze unpack the Kongming lantern, and also helped him buckle on the candle, and at the same time helped hold it up.

Boss Zhou took out a lighter and lit the candle.

The plastic bag began to inflate,

he let go,

and the Kongming lantern slowly began to rise.

"Handsome guy, you can make a wish…………"

Before she could finish speaking,

the Kongming lantern, which had just flown five meters high, suddenly burst into flames

and fell down.

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