Zhou Ze is not sure whether there is reincarnation in this world, and whether the so-called karma really exists, but one thing is certain, those who commit many evil deeds and take ill-gotten gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:
At least,
They will grow old and die.
He opened the gate of hell, reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, and threw him directly in, and the transaction was completed.
Next, Zhou Ze entered a lazy state again, lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper, drinking coffee. After experiencing the twists and turns of the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state was the most enjoyable.
They kept this posture until the evening, when Xu Qinglang came over and whispered to Zhou Ze, "There's no money in the store account."
The rent of the bookstore was actually not expensive. After all, it was rented from the Xu family, and the Xu family gave the green light when we were negotiating the price.
But the cost of food and drink for everyone plus water and electricity bills and so on is not a small amount. The coffee that Boss Zhou drinks now is imported and is very expensive. The drinks that Xu Qinglang mixes for the guests are all cheap stuff from small bars, but the drinks he drinks himself are not cheap.
In addition, the bookstore's business is really not that good. Just looking at the fact that Zhou Ze has not bought any books until now, it is clear how disappointing the bookstore's business is.
"Go get some paper money and burn it at the door. Burn more."
"good."
Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money. The old Taoist priest who had been playing with the monkey saw this and immediately came over.
For an old Taoist, there is no more fun game in the world than burning paper money, and it is more exciting than playing slot machines. He squats at the door of the store and burns it, and after a while someone will come and throw money, which is simply a wonderful experience.
"Take more." The old Taoist muttered beside him.
"That's enough." Xu Qinglang said as he took a stack.
"The boss told us to burn more, why are you trying to save him money?"
"That's about it, otherwise it would be a waste of money."
"Does his family need you to take care of it?" The old Taoist shook his head. "If anyone should take care of it, it should be Yingying."
Xu Qinglang thought about it and it seemed to be true, so he simply took out another stack of money and handed it to the old Taoist. Then, Xu Qinglang and the old Taoist each took a stack of money and lit it in front of the bookstore under the cover of night.
After burning it, the Taoist priest squatted beside it, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the RMB to come.
In fact, the Taoist priest himself had saved a lot of paper money. Sometimes when he met some ghosts who had no money, Zhou Ze would not look down on those ghost banknotes and would give them to the Taoist priest as rewards.
The old Taoist couldn't help but hide it, after all, it turned out to be a considerable sum.
The old Taoist also has a dream, which is that after accumulating enough ghost money, he will use tape to glue them all together to make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothes of the Hezhe people, and wear it on his body.
Damn, by then it will really be a human-shaped auspicious sign. I get excited just thinking about it.
If I go to Macau wearing that outfit, won’t I be successful
An electric car drove over from the front, and Lao Daohe looked in that direction. They both thought that it must be him.
The man who drove the electric bike was wearing a blue delivery uniform and a helmet, and he was obviously a delivery boy. The delivery boy didn't think anything of it at first, but when he passed by the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting at the door of the store, staring at him. He was immediately startled, and there happened to be a fire hydrant in front of him, but he drove his car directly into it.
"Clang"
A small box fell down, and it was full of fast food boxes.
The delivery guy stood up immediately, looking a little guilty, and immediately picked up his electric scooter. He seemed not to notice the fallen objects and drove straight to the road.
“Beep beep…”
A car horn honked.
Under the watchful eyes of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,
The delivery guy, like an iron-headed kid, crashed directly into the bus in front of him, catching up head-on.
"Bang!"
The delivery guy was knocked out.
The battery car also fell apart.
Coincidentally, his helmet rolled in front of the Taoist priest and Xu Qinglang, and rolled and shook a few times.
This seems like a big deal.
Xu Qinglang and the old Taoist looked at each other and saw some helplessness in each other's eyes.
"I said burn less." Xu Qinglang complained.
"Damn, you took it."
The old Taoist retorted angrily, then stood up and picked up the meal that the delivery boy had just dropped. After holding it in his hand, the old Taoist immediately felt something was wrong and immediately pulled Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.
"What happened outside? Was there a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.
The old Taoist took the lunch boxes, took a deep breath, and opened the first lunch box in front of Zhou Ze. It was filled with money, and it was US dollars!
"Well, my goodness."
The old Taoist smacked his lips and immediately opened two more boxes, which were still filled with US dollars.
"It's rich, it's rich." The old Taoist couldn't control his hands and immediately opened the last lunch box. Then he shouted and immediately stepped back. In the last lunch box, there was actually a bag of small blue pills.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over now, it’s over!
Xu Qinglang stood on the side. He was not very excited when he saw the US dollars. These US dollars were less than 100,000, which was only a few hundred thousand yuan in RMB, not enough for him to buy a house.
But when Xu Qinglang saw the blue pill, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Who left it behind?" Zhou Ze asked.
"A delivery boy." the brother replied.
"Where are the others?"
"Look, he's the one who had the car accident outside. He was knocked flying." The old Taoist pointed outside.
Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the door to take a look. A lot of onlookers had gathered at the scene of the car accident, but through the gaps he could see the delivery boy lying on the ground bleeding. He guessed that he was dead.
"Get some more paper money and burn it at the door. Don't cause trouble." Zhou Ze instructed the old Taoist.
"Okay." The old Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, immediately took out a few paper money from the drawer and burned them at the door. This time it was not for praying for wealth, but to avoid trouble.
Zhou Ze pointed at the US dollars on the table and motioned Xu Qinglang to put them away and use them as household expenses for the time being. Then he picked up the bag of blue pills and went to the bathroom.
“Hua La La…”
Zhou Ze poured a large bag of blue pills directly into the toilet, then flushed the toilet, and the pills also went into the sewer.
In fact, this bag of pills may be more valuable, but Boss Zhou is unmoved, just like the father and son who ate steamed buns with the Taoist last time. If a living person touches this kind of thing, it will damage his own virtue and bring disaster to his descendants. Even a ghost is unwilling to touch it.
After doing all this, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.
The police and ambulance arrived quickly. The delivery guy was in a serious car accident and died instantly. At first, there were not many police officers, and they just treated it as an ordinary car accident, but later many more police officers came, and the atmosphere suddenly became different.
Zhou Ze guessed that the police must have found out the delivery boy's true identity and began a large-scale investigation. Some policemen also came to the bookstore to take witness statements, and the Taoist priest was responsible for receiving them.
After he finished, the old Taoist smiled and said, "He is really a drug dealer. We can do justice by burning ghost money at our doorstep."
"What did he leave behind?" Xu Qinglang asked.
"We are lucky, or maybe the ghost money we burned later worked. The two cameras here had problems with the circuits today and just happened to stop working, so we can use the US dollars ourselves."
Zhou Ze nodded when he heard this. The money obtained from burning ghost money was basically ill-gotten gains, so he had no psychological burden to use it himself.
"Hey, Deadpool, come over here and clean up."
The priest sitting nearby wearing Deadpool's clothes stood up, took the mop from the Taoist priest, and started cleaning.
The old Taoist priest was not idle either. He started to arrange the tables and chairs and clean the coffee table.
Because the boss is a mysophobe, this kind of cleaning has to be done every day.
Zhou Ze went upstairs and found Bai Yingying already in the bedroom. She was sitting in a chair and watching a movie with headphones on.
In fact, Bai Yingying's appearance has basically recovered recently, but that is only on the surface. The internal defects can only be recovered after Zhou Ze's body recovers.
But she just sat there, with her white hair loose and her feet propped up on the desk, looking more peaceful and calm than before.
Especially the pair of little feet that kept bending and stretching gently, as if they could bewitch souls.
Beautiful curves, just the right arc.
Zhou Ze couldn't help but stand at the door and look for a while longer. People always have an urge to appreciate beautiful things.
"Boss, boss, no, okay no!"
The old Taoist ran up with something in his hand.
"boss?"
Bai Yingying took off her headphones and walked over.
"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Boss, this is a card I found under a chair, sandwiched between some ghost money."
Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the "money for passage" left by the ghost will usually be left on the ground or stuck under the chair where the ghost sat before. The Taoist priest will pay special attention to these places when cleaning.
But this is the first time to see a small card sandwiched in ghost money. The card is black, and it doesn’t look like the kind of thing that would be stuffed through the door crack when you stay in a hotel at night.
The card was a little cold when I got it, and there were two lines of words engraved on it:
"Welcome to Lost Town, the new home of the dead"
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. What is the new destination of the deceased
The final resting place for the dead should be hell, so how come a small town suddenly appeared here
"Boss, this is stealing your business!" the old Taoist shouted directly.
Zhou Ze nodded.
right,
It's really stealing business.
"No wonder no one came to visit during the time you were unconscious, boss. I found it strange." Bai Yingying said.
Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore, read newspapers, drink coffee and eat some snacks. That's because there are ghosts coming to his door every day to deliver sales and paper money. Now that someone is trying to steal his business, Boss Zhou certainly can't just smile and ignore it.
Moreover, according to the rules of the underworld, each area in the world has a corresponding ghost catcher in charge. In this area, the ghost catcher monopolizes the local ghost express delivery industry. Once a monopoly occurs and people get used to the monopoly, if there is any competition, the monopolist will definitely not think about improving service levels and increasing their own competitiveness, but will instinctively choose to merge and suppress.
For example, Boss Zhou at this time did not even think about developing any new activities in his own bookstore to attract the dead souls, but instinctively chose a more direct and rough approach.
"Call Lin Ke, we'll go out at three in the morning."
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. Little Loli also had to contribute to this matter. All along, Zhou Ze ate meat and Little Loli drank soup beside him, which also helped to improve performance. This time, the strange competitor was equivalent to destroying their joint business.
"Go out and talk to them?" asked the old Taoist.
Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist priest and smiled.
road:
"Kill them."
Anything that affects my ability to be a salted fish,
They are all heretics.
It must be fought resolutely!
Those who prevent me from salting fish,
die!