The boy was brought into the bookstore. It was Lawyer An who Qing had informed, and he told Lawyer An his identity.

It was then that Feng Si realized that the person he had been waiting for had already been sent to the neighboring pharmacy by Lao Zhang.

This bookstore truly had a mysterious power guarding it in the darkness.

Next,

for safety's sake,

Feng Si walked in front,

Lawyer An walked behind,

the old Taoist hugged the boy,

but from the pharmacy to the bookstore, such a short distance,

they walked with a "the wind howls, the Yi River runs cold" feeling.

Lawyer An only felt his lips turning purple, his heart pounding with nervousness. He looked up from time to time, worried that a lightning bolt would suddenly strike him, or that the ground under his feet would suddenly crack and "swallow" him.

Gou Xin's precedent was too vivid,

regarding this "battery" being discharged,

not only Gou Xin, the person involved, but even the onlookers, had a very deep psychological shadow left on them.

Fortunately,

they reached the bookstore peacefully.

Boss Zhou had just put down Stupid, ending the argument with Ying Gou about "snacks."

Seeing Lawyer An and the others solemnly bringing in a young man, he was a little puzzled, but as a leader, the first skill you must have is to pretend to understand when you don't.

Boss Zhou silently raised his coffee cup. When the boy was sent in front of Zhou Ze like a criminal, Zhou Ze silently put down his coffee cup and said slowly:

"Speak."

The boy looked at Zhou Ze. He remembered Zhou Ze. Of course, he didn't know that Zhou Ze was the one who had pulled out his entire mountain of bananas a year ago.

After all, whether it was Ying Gou or the First Generation, when using Zhou Ze's body, they had done a good job of "hiding."

Even the Bodhisattva and the Yama Kings couldn't see through the "hiding," so naturally, this boy couldn't see it either.

But after all, the boy had been to the bookstore before, and now he was inexplicably caught here. When he saw Zhou Ze, he seemed extremely straightforward.

With a "plop,"

the boy knelt down to Zhou Ze,

choking with sobs:

"Lord Prefecture, this humble one, this humble one has missed you so much, waaaaaaah..."

Lawyer An laughed "pfft" beside him,

Feng Si silently shook his head.

Compared to this boy,

the two of them were veterans,

naturally seeing that the boy's acting skills were really terrible.

The boy didn't think his acting skills were that bad. He felt that he was already "overperforming," passionately recounting what he had seen and heard when he first became a judge and traveled to the bookstore.

Of course, in his account, he only discovered some "clues" at the time, and had been guarding the secret ever since, and then, for the sake of the "century-long plan," he was willing to return to the enemy's rear to continue lurking.

The entire account had several logical flaws. Obviously, the boy himself didn't expect that he originally just wanted to come a second time for some excitement or to satisfy his curiosity, but he was actually caught inside, so he hadn't made any preparations in advance.

After everyone listened to the boy's narration,

Feng Si looked at Lawyer An,

Lawyer An looked at his own boss.

Honestly, this "Yu Zecheng" was really unreliable;

but one thing was true, he shouldn't have been lying, he really did keep this secret.

Otherwise, if he had returned to hell that year and reported it to Di Ting, the bookstore would have been long gone.

Zhou Ze reached out and stroked his chin,

and asked curiously:

"Are you and Di Ting on good terms?"

"I just help it bathe, just bathe it." The boy smiled sheepishly. "I rely on brute strength to get this judge belt tied around me."

"Why did you keep it a secret for me back then?"

The boy was stunned when he heard this, seeming to be thinking about how to answer.

Then,

after thinking for a while,

the boy hesitated and said:

"To be honest, maybe it was because... I was afraid."

"What were you afraid of?"

"I'm just a bathhouse worker."

It's important for people to know their place, and the boy belonged to this category. If he had wanted to, he could have asked Di Ting to get him a brighter and more high-end belt to tie around him, but he felt that having a red belt was already very satisfying.

Because he had a very clear understanding of himself, he instinctively didn't want to wade into any muddy waters. The big shots' affairs were the big shots' affairs, and had nothing to do with him, a nobody.

Boss Zhou was a little embarrassed.

If it were at any other time,

he might have been willing to be kind to others without hesitation,

just like when Feng Si had attacked those two inspectors before.

And in fact, the situation that this boy knew was much more than the two dead inspectors.

But when Qing had just wanted to kill him, it had involved Di Ting's attention, and if he were to "be kind to others" here, it might completely alarm that person in hell.

Moreover,

whether he admitted it or not,

Boss Zhou had to be grateful to this boy for keeping the secret back then,

otherwise,

he and the bookstore would not have today.

"What do you want?"

Zhou Ze asked.

If he couldn't directly silence him, he had to find a way to block his mouth in another way.

For example, by drawing a big pie.

"I... I want a manor."

"Where?"

"In hell."

"In hell? What do you want a manor for?"

"To plant some things."

Zhou Ze pondered for a moment. What a bizarre request.

"I've always had a dream that one day, I can cultivate many colorful plants suitable for planting in hell."

"And then?"

"Then, to make hell as colorful as the mortal realm."

This request, like the boy's previous statement, gave people a feeling of being full of loopholes.

But it seemed that it was this logical inconsistency that added a lot of sincerity to his narrative.

Because if you think about it from another perspective, if he really had other thoughts, at least, these high-sounding excuses would definitely be made to sound more like the real thing, right?

"This, I can promise you."

"Thank you, sir."

The boy kowtowed to Zhou Ze again.

For a judge to kowtow to a constable, it would be shocking to the world outside, but at this time, in the eyes of everyone in this bookstore, it felt very ordinary.

"I haven't said how I'm going to give it to you yet."

"If you, sir, can one day return to hell, you certainly won't be stingy with giving this humble one a small manor."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment.

Okay,

just take it as me counterattacking hell.

"You have that much confidence in me?"

"Either scrubbing or growing vegetables, I have nothing to lose."

The boy seemed to have opened up and was no longer covering anything up.

There's a saying that a person without desires is strong. Maybe this boy was a typical example of this.

He worked hard to scrub and got a judge's position, but he was just playing around. He had no ambition or drive.

After scrubbing every day, he would run to the mountain he had reclaimed and ponder about growing things.

This kind of lack of ambition

really made Boss Zhou feel very familiar!

For the boy, whoever wins or loses, he has nothing to lose, and he has nothing to ask for, so he can continue to hang back and not get involved.

In addition,

keeping his own secrets in front of Di Ting

really gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

"Alright, I've written down the matter of the manor. If there really is such a day in the future, I'll allocate Mount Tai to you for planting things."

When he said this,

Boss Zhou also subconsciously looked at the old Taoist beside him, who was acting as if nothing had happened.

Well,

anyway, it's your family's stuff,

and I don't feel bad about using it to do favors and make promises.

"Thank you, sir!"

The boy was very happy.

He prostrated again,

kowtowing three times in a row.

"Lao An."

"Boss."

"Take him to visit the wax museum. Oh, right..." Boss Zhou suddenly thought of something and pointed at Lawyer An, saying, "Let him see that thing that increases production as well. Let him brainstorm with Deadpool."

In this day and age, unless you can grow like Yuan Lao, most people don't think it's anything rare.

But being able to grow things in hell,

everyone one of them, is definitely a rare talent.

"I have a plant there. Help me see if you can find a way to increase its yield. This is very important to me."

"I will definitely do my best."

The boy patted his chest happily.

Boss Zhou couldn't help but think of Blackie and suddenly felt that farmers were really easy to fool.

He waved his hand, signaling Lawyer An to take the boy away.

Feng Si opened his mouth to say something beside him, but after hesitating for a moment, he chose to shut up.

Of course, this was also due to Lawyer An's dissuading gaze.

Feng Si was very helpless. He still felt that this "new boss" of his was really too frivolous in his arrangement for this matter and this person.

A dangerous point that was related to the life and death of the entire team was just being let go so carelessly?

Feng Si really had the feeling of being screwed by a dog.

What kind of pirate ship did I get on?

Under the guidance of Lawyer An, the boy walked to the door of the bookstore again. Lawyer An had already opened the door for him, but the boy stopped, somewhat hesitant. He turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze,

and said:

"There's something I don't know if I should say."

"Speak."

"About..." The boy pointed to the ground with his finger and made a gesture of putting his hands together.

"He... what's wrong?"

Boss Zhou became curious.

Logically speaking, the Bodhisattva should have gotten his wish, right? His plan of so many years had finally come true, so he should be satisfied no matter what.

"It seems like there's a problem. It's different from before."

"Can you be more specific?" Zhou Ze asked.

"The temple on Mount Tai has been torn down."

"Who tore it down? The Nine Attendants?"

Had the Nine Attendants fallen out with the Bodhisattva in just one year?

But this also seemed to make sense. With the urine and ruthlessness of those nine eunuchs, they probably wouldn't allow a special existence above their heads like the Ten Yama Kings.

The boy shook his head and made a gesture of putting his hands together again,

and said:

"He tore it down himself."