“Boss, these are the materials you asked me to find.”

At the entrance of the police station, Lao Zhang handed a file to Zhou Ze as soon as he got into the car. Zhou Ze took the file and began to read it silently.

Lao Zhang looked at the time and said, "It's almost my time to get off work."

After saying that,

he also got into Lao Dao's car.

What Zhou Ze had asked Lao Zhang to find were the records of some accidental events that had occurred in Tongcheng in recent months. After browsing through them, Zhou Ze didn't find anything truly useful, so he casually tossed them aside.

In fact, most daily accidents don't lead to police reports unless they involve civil disputes.

Moreover, according to the young man's description, the people he "cursed" suffered various accidents, from breaking legs in electric bike accidents to strokes. These were all "manufactured" as accidents, and there really wasn't a common pattern.

Actually, if that thing had knelt before him and begged for mercy, Zhou Ze probably wouldn't have bothered to think too much about it. But the decisiveness and calmness it displayed when fleeing had left a deep impression on Zhou Ze.

That thing,

no matter what it is,

at least within Tongcheng's territory,

Zhou Ze would never allow it

to continue messing around like this.

Especially since the Late Night Bookstore was currently developing friendly relations with the newly emerging local land gods,

he couldn't tolerate this kind of guy disrupting the overall situation even more.

After thinking about it, he decided to leave this matter to Attorney An later. He could choose anyone from the bookstore he wanted, except for Boss Zhou himself.

"Oh, right, Jianghai Avenue elevated road is undergoing maintenance today, and it should be temporarily closed at this time. Don't go that way, take the Ningqi elevated road instead."

"Okay." Lao Dao nodded and made a turn at the traffic lights ahead.

Although this route was slightly longer, it was an elevated road. If they took the surface road directly, the evening rush hour traffic and numerous traffic lights would take even more time.

As they came off the Ningqi elevated road,

Zhou Ze turned his gaze to the window.

It was the Confucian Temple.

The incense was still very strong today.

Boss Zhou remembered the incident he encountered near this Gui Temple when he first became a ghost messenger, the short old man, beating the gong and drum, leading a group of unsuccessful scholars from past dynasties in a "Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts."

In a blink of an eye,

it had been several years.

Time,

really flies.

"Today is the start of the *gaokao* (National Higher Education Entrance Examination), so many parents come to burn incense," Lao Zhang said. "Thinking back to when I took the *gaokao*, it was so long ago."

Zhou Ze nodded. In his previous life, he had also made his way out through the *gaokao*. Back then, as far as he was concerned, he couldn't see any other path besides the *gaokao*.

Since the topic had come up, Zhou Ze couldn't help but recall something. "I remember that the highest score in our class during the *gaokao* was a student with athletic abilities."

The total score for the *gaokao* in Su Province was very low, only a little over 400 points, so the score differences were very tight. Zhou Ze remembered that this classmate's academic performance was actually quite ordinary, at the bottom of the class, but because of his family's connections, he obtained the qualification of an athletic specialty student and directly added 80 points, which was equivalent to scoring one more subject than others.

"That's nothing," Lao Dao, who was driving, couldn't help but say, "I remember a few years ago, when I was wandering around in Sichuan Province trying to make a living, before I had settled in Rongcheng, there was an elementary school in a county below.

At that time, I was there to make a donation, because I had just earned some money, and I bought a lot of school supplies wholesale to donate.

The living conditions of the children there were indeed hard, but there was one who was even harder off. Out of more than a thousand students in the whole school, there was only one Han Chinese."

"That's really losing at the starting line," Lao Zhang shook his head.

"Hey, what's going on up ahead? An accident?" Lao Dao stepped on the brakes, as the road ahead was blocked.

"It seems like a rear-end collision," Lao Zhang said.

The traffic police hadn't arrived yet, so Lao Zhang got out of the car first to maintain order, and then the traffic police would take over when they arrived.

To this,

Zhou Ze and Lao Dao didn't say anything. After parking the car on the side of the road, they also got out and stood under the shade of a tree.

Although it was already dusk, the weather was still sweltering. Standing under the shade of a tree could provide a bit more coolness, especially for Zhou Ze, who had always preferred cold to heat.

At the nearby Confucian Temple, there were still many people. He guessed that some parents might come to burn incense for three days, until the end of the *gaokao*.

If their children did well on the exam, they might even bring them back to fulfill their vows. If they didn't do well,

then it would be:

Bah, feudal superstition is indeed unreliable!

Just then,

Zhou Ze seemed to have suddenly seen something, and subconsciously looked in that direction.

In the woods outside the Confucian Temple, there were also many people gathered, offering incense to a stone.

The stone was very smooth, with a black-purple sheen, completely different from ordinary stones. It should be some kind of ore.

Entering the Confucian Temple, there was no harm in offering an extra prayer. Everyone else was praying, so he would follow suit. This was easy to understand.

But just now, Zhou Ze had caught a glimpse of a red light from the stone.

They had only met recently, and now they were meeting here again?

What a coincidence?

Or was it that what he had seen in the fields of Xingren Town before was just an incarnation of that thing?

At the thought that there was more than one of these things, and that there might even be multiple incarnations scattered throughout Tongcheng, Boss Zhou felt uncomfortable all over.

The gates of hell hadn't opened yet, causing him to be unable to do business, and he hadn't seen any new hell money in a long time. But now there was someone actually snatching business on his turf, even though he couldn't do this business himself and didn't even know how to do it, he was still annoyed.

This time,

Zhou Ze was more careful,

and deliberately restrained his aura to avoid startling it again.

After getting closer, Zhou Ze's gaze first focused on the stone. The stone didn't reveal any special red light this time. Then, Zhou Ze's gaze began to sweep over the surrounding crowd.

An old woman sitting on the periphery, leaning on a crutch, caught Zhou Ze's eye.

The old woman seemed to sense something, and staggered to her feet. She looked at the sky, as if she was about to go home, and walked in another direction.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

Was she so perceptive?

Zhou Ze didn't dare to get too close, he just trailed her from a distance, afraid of stimulating her again. In this way, he followed the old woman here while concealing his aura.

The old woman walked around the woods a few times with some confusion.

She seemed to be a little surprised where the warning she felt came from.

Finally,

she came back again,

and sat down in her original position.

Boss Zhou, who had been waiting for her to walk to a secluded place in the depths of the woods to make his move, felt a little embarrassed. But at this time, he couldn't care so much. Releasing more *sha qi* (killing intent) to shield the perception of the surrounding people and capture this thing was the right thing to do.

However,

just as Zhou Ze was preparing to quickly attack the old woman,

he saw Lao Dao and Lao Zhang walking towards him.

"Where's Boss?" Lao Zhang asked Lao Dao as he walked.

"He was just here with me, but now I don't know. Could he have gone in to burn incense?" Lao Dao pointed to the Confucian Temple.

"Didn't we say we can't go in?" Lao Zhang asked, pointing to the Confucian Temple with some confusion.

Before, the people in the bookstore had warned him to stay away from those temples if he had nothing to do. Although very few temples had spirits these days, what if he hit the jackpot?

"Boss has even killed King Yama, wouldn't he just have tea if he goes in?" Lao Dao said proudly.

Lao Zhang heard this and thought it made sense.

"Then who is he burning incense for?"

"Who knows, for his child, maybe."

"Yingying is pregnant?"

At this time,

the old woman sitting there showed a look of astonishment on her face when she saw Lao Dao and Lao Zhang walking towards her. Immediately, the look of astonishment turned into joy!

In her eyes,

these two people

were simply super-large experience babies carrying full of power of faith!

Oh my god,

were they the most devout believers?

Otherwise, how could they have such a strong power of faith on them!

The old woman licked her lips, which were a little chapped from excitement.

At this moment, she directly threw the warning that had suddenly risen in her heart to the back of her mind. She got up and walked towards Lao Dao and Lao Zhang.

Zhou Ze, who was in the woods behind the old woman, couldn't help but find it funny when he saw this scene. He had just played a game of circles with the old woman for so long, but now, she was taking the initiative to go to Lao Zhang and Lao Dao.

Lao Zhang and Lao Dao were just like Boss Zhou in his early years—blind,

completely unable to see the abnormality of the old woman in front of them.

As the old woman passed by them,

a "drip" sound was heard.

Lao Zhang and Lao Dao's figures suddenly froze, and their eyes began to blur, as if they were falling asleep.

They had been successfully ambushed!

The old woman took a step back excitedly, and came to Lao Zhang and Lao Dao.

Like finding a treasure,

like finding a treasure!

If she absorbed the incense from these two people, her mission would be overfulfilled.

She had always thought she was quick-witted. Some people even specifically ran to the countryside to fool people, saying that there were more superstitious people in the countryside, which made it easier to collect;

but she insisted on being rooted in the city. In fact, people everywhere were the same.

Moreover,

smart people were always lucky.

Look,

hadn't this big gift package arrived?

And two at once!

The old woman first approached Lao Zhang, and asked Lao Zhang, who was drowsy and seemingly hypnotized:

"Tell me, what do you believe in?"

Lao Zhang's body swayed slightly from side to side,

and he answered softly:

"Communism."

"............" The old woman.

The old woman smacked her lips, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy in her heart;

Instead, she approached Lao Dao, and asked softly with a smile:

"Tell me, what do you believe in, give it to me, okay?"

Lao Dao shook his body, and said vaguely:

"Okay."

The old woman nodded happily:

"Give it to me quickly, give it to me............"

Behind them, Zhou Ze, who was rushing over quickly, only heard a "boom" sound,

the ordinary people next to them were still doing their own things and didn't feel anything,

but Boss Zhou only felt his eardrums aching slightly.

When he looked forward again,

he found that after the old woman who had been playing circles with him had approached Lao Dao,

she directly,

exploded...