The old Taoist was vomiting all over the place, and everything he had just eaten was lost. He looked very miserable. There was a pool of red, white and yellow sauce on the ground, in all colors, like a sauce shop.
Tears welled up in the old Taoist's eyes. He felt so regretful and hateful. Why was he so unlucky
I was extremely careful and cautious, thinking that I had jumped out of a pit, but I didn't expect that I would foolishly let myself go and jump into a bigger pit.
While dancing, he shouted:
So frivolous!
"Leave her body and follow me."
Zhou Ze urged, he was the only one missing, if he sent him back to hell, he could become a regular employee.
Perhaps, this is the case of finding something without any effort after searching for it everywhere. I have been busy at school for a long time, even the so-called karmic debts from my previous life have come out, but in the end I didn’t catch a single real ghost. Then I found him (her) on the way back.
The woman hung her head, as if she had accepted her fate, but she still spoke:
"I want to stay with her for a while longer, and she is willing. We can still see each other in our dreams every night, and I can still see my three children."
Zhou Ze was indifferent. Every dead person has his own attachment to the world of the living. This is the characteristic of any intelligent life. There is always an instinct for survival that prompts him to seize any opportunity around him to stay.
Even Zhou Ze himself is the same, but understanding is understanding, and rules are rules.
Moreover, the husband's soul will remain in the woman's body, and the woman's body will soon be unable to bear it and have problems. In the end, it will only be harmful to both herself and others.
"Bang!"
The woman suddenly pushed open the stall in front of her, and all the steamers fell towards Zhou Ze. Then she turned around and started to run away. She wanted to escape, she didn't want to be caught.
Zhou Ze pushed open the steamer in front of him and lightly scratched the front with his fingernails. A black mist that ordinary people could not see was released and directly wrapped around the woman.
The woman groaned and fell to the ground.
Zhou Ze walked forward a few steps, came in front of the woman, squatted down, put his hand on the woman's forehead, and then a wisp of black ghost was caught by Zhou Ze.
This is the face of a man who keeps struggling and roaring angrily with a strong sense of resentment and hysteria.
"She is willing to do so. She is willing to continue to be with me. She told me in her dreams at night that we should raise the child together. She is willing to do so!"
The man argued for himself, then glared at Zhou Ze:
"She is willing, why do you have the right to meddle in her business?"
“I want results.”
“… …” man.
Zhou Ze spoke the truth. Ultimately, he needed performance, and now he was only one point away from it. He had been waiting for several days, so he could only take you back to report and get a permanent job.
The man was stunned for a moment. Zhou Ze's attitude of openly admitting that it was for his own benefit made him unable to refute, because he knew that no matter how much he refuted or argued, it would not make the other party soften his heart.
"Let me go home and see my three children again."
The man begged,
"This time, I promise not to leave or escape."
"You have no right to negotiate terms with me, and I'm not doing a show."
"There's another... ghost... in my house!"
"Well, it's only right that you go home and take a look before you leave. There are also human feelings besides legal principles, right?"
The Taoist priest who had just finished vomiting suddenly felt like vomiting again after hearing this.
But he held back.
I didn’t dare.
The woman woke up, but was a little groggy. The old Taoist helped her go back. Even if it was her husband who was possessed by a ghost, it would cause considerable damage to his body and mind.
Following the male ghost's instructions, Zhou Ze began to walk towards his home.
The old Taoist priest was a man who could not sit still. Although he had teased the man for his big buns before, he would not take this opportunity to take advantage of him. The man was already pitiful enough, and he could not do such a beastly thing, so he simply chatted with the male ghost:
"Brother, where are you from? Judging from your wife's accent, she's not from here either."
The Tongcheng dialect is very easy to recognize, and it is very recognizable because it is basically not on the same channel as Mandarin. The dialects of some places are sometimes too similar to the Mandarin system, so the locals will unconsciously bring out the dialect flavor when speaking Mandarin.
"From Sichuan." the man replied.
He had finally figured it out and felt relieved. The key point was that Zhou Ze's attitude was very different from the compassionate Taoists and monks he had seen on TV before.
"Then how did you die?" the old Taoist asked again.
"It's so comfortable."
"How did you die so comfortably?" the old Taoist continued to ask.
"Drug overdose."
"Uh..." The old Taoist suddenly became interested and asked like a curious baby: "What does it feel like to suck that thing? Is it very pleasant?"
Zhou Ze glanced at the old Taoist priest, who stuck out his tongue and dared not say anything more.
"Haha, of course it's very comfortable, so comfortable that it makes you feel like you're in ecstasy." The male ghost replied.
“You’re so comfortable that you’ve turned into a ghost, and you’ve lost all your family fortune?” Zhou Ze started to finish off the enemy.
As a doctor in his previous life, Zhou Ze knew very well how terrible the harm of that thing was to the human body. Ordinary people only knew that taking that thing would make them addicted and would make them lose all their money, but in fact, many of the damages that that thing caused to the body were completely irreversible.
"Yes, yes, yes. Look at you, you are living a miserable life. Your wife is working so hard to raise the children, but you are enjoying yourself so much."
The old Taoist immediately understood the spirit of Zhou Ze's conversation and began to echo him.
"Heh." The man snorted, "The stuff that the rich people here smoke is shit. God knows how much miscellaneous stuff is mixed in. In our place, almost the whole village makes this. If you buy it from us, it's pure and cheap.
Also, I make money from this. I want to make money for my family. I can earn 100,000 yuan from carrying the crops back once, which is equivalent to working hard in the fields for ten years. With the money I earned, I opened a factory, a workshop, and bought a large truck for transportation. "
"Stop bragging. You've made so much money, why is it that your wife and kids are so miserable now?" The old Taoist didn't believe it.
The male ghost seemed to be arguing with the old Taoist priest, and said directly: "Haha, if I lie to you, I'm a bastard. I used to be rich, much richer than you think."
"After making the first pot of gold, will you continue to transport it?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Why not? How can you make money by running a factory or a workshop? It's a huge profit. Who would open a crappy factory that can't even make back the investment in three years? It's really meaningless."
"Tsk tsk tsk." The old Taoist smacked his lips.
In fact, such people are experienced and have seen a lot.
This male ghost was probably once a poor farmer. He made his first money by taking risks in transporting that stuff, and then he turned his life around and lived a better life. But the feeling of having tasted the sweetness of life is hard to give up. If you ask him to start a factory and do business to live a good life, he won't be able to do so because his values and concept of money have completely collapsed.
This is similar to many prostitutes or gamblers. For a prostitute, she can easily earn tens of thousands a month, and for a gambler, the next order may be several thousand or tens of thousands. After their view of money is impacted in this way, even if they are asked to turn over a new leaf and work steadily in a factory to earn three or four thousand a month, they will feel that it is meaningless.
Then,
People are ruined.
It's difficult for you to start over and live a good life.
Why do so many people make up their minds to quit and then go back to hell again soon after
He really couldn't live a normal life like ordinary people.
"Well, since you said that everyone in the village over there is doing this, you should know that inhaling that stuff is harmful to the body, so why are you still inhaling it?" the old Taoist asked with some confusion.
"If everyone in the village smokes, you will think it's nothing, the environment is different." The man said with some regret, "It's like if your father, uncle, brother and colleague are all smoking, even if it's printed on the cigarette box that smoking is harmful to health, you will think it's no big deal.
Anyway, everyone is smoking. "
The old Taoist nodded thoughtfully.
Then, the Taoist priest asked again, "What about your money? Did you suck all the money away before you died?"
"I left a lot of money," the man said. "I didn't let my family down. I didn't let my wife and children down."
"Haha." The old Taoist smiled.
The family lives in a garage house in a residential complex. The ground floor was originally someone else's garage, and after some modification, it can be rented out as a suite.
The woman was helped into the house. There were three children in the house, all staring at Zhou Ze, the old Taoist priest and their mother with wide eyes.
There were two boys and one girl, all of them should be in elementary school. One of them had a red scarf around her neck.
The clothes of these three children were a little worn, but their faces were clean and they looked in good spirits. Although their living conditions were not very good, their mother must have taken good care of them.
But no matter how you look at it, this family doesn't seem like what the man said, that he left behind a large sum of money after his death.
"Hey, didn't you make a lot of money? Why did your wife and children come to Tongcheng and still live here?" asked the old Taoist.
"She wants to bring her child here. She doesn't want to stay in her original village." The man replied.
At this time, Zhou Ze said, "There is another ghost. Where is he?"
Boss Zhou has always been very concerned about performance, and he really doesn't have much time for emotional columns and charity.
The male ghost looked towards a curtain in the corner.
Zhou Ze walked over.
Pulled open the curtain,
Behind the curtain was a small plastic bathtub. In the bathtub squatted a young-looking man, shivering. On his chest was a bright red flower.
"He is my son. After I died, he used the money I left at home to start drugging. Then when the money was gone, he followed my old ways and sold drugs to support his drug addiction.
Bad luck, got caught.
The quantity is too large.
Sent to Chengdu,
Killed. "