Chapter 195 Don’t Stop Me From Being a Salted Fish!

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Zhou Ze doesn't know whether there is reincarnation in this world, and whether the so-called karma really exists, but one thing is certain, those who do evil and greedy for ill-gotten gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:

At least,

They will die of old age.

He opened the door to hell, reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, threw him directly inside, and completed the single achievement.

Next, Zhou Ze entered the salty state again, lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper, and drinking coffee. After experiencing the twists and turns of the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state was the most enjoyable.

Maintaining this posture until evening, Xu Qinglang came over and whispered to Zhou Ze: "There is no money in the store's account."

The rent of the bookstore is actually not expensive. After all, it is rented from the Xu family. The Xu family gave the green light when negotiating the price.

But the food and drink for everyone, plus water and electricity bills, etc., are not a small amount. The coffee that Boss Zhou drinks now is imported and the price is expensive. The wine that Xu Qinglang mixes for the guests is cheap stuff from small bars. But what he drinks himself is not cheap.

In addition, the business of living people in the bookstore is indeed not very good. Just seeing that Zhou Ze has not bought any books until now, you can clearly understand how unsatisfactory the business of the bookstore is.

"Go get the paper money and burn it at the door. Burn more."

"good."

Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money. The old man who was playing with the monkey before saw this scene and immediately joined in.

For an experienced person, there is no more fun game in the world than burning paper money, and it is more enjoyable than playing slot machines. Squatting in front of the store to burn it, and after a while, someone will come over and throw money away. It is simply enjoyable.

"Get more." The old Taoist muttered beside him.

"That's enough." Xu Qinglang took a stack and said.

"The boss told me to burn more, so why don't you save money for him?"

"Almost, otherwise it would be too wasteful."

"Does he need you to take care of his family?" The old Taoist shook his head, "If he does, Yingying will take care of it."

Xu Qinglang thought for a while, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, so he simply took out another wad and handed it to Lao Dao. Then, Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao each took a wad of money and lit it in front of the bookstore in the dark.

After the burning, the old Taoist squatted next to him smoking a cigarette, waiting for the RMB to come over.

In fact, Lao Dao also saved a lot of paper money himself. Sometimes when he met some ghosts who had no money, Zhou Ze didn't like those few notes, so he rewarded them to Lao Dao.

The old Taoist couldn't help but hide it. It's not a small sum to add up to a lot.

Moreover, the old Taoist has a dream, that is, after accumulating enough money, he can glue them all together with tape to make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothing of the Hezhe people, and wear it on his body.

Damn it, it will really be auspicious in human form then, I feel excited just thinking about it.

If you go to Macau wearing that outfit, wouldn't it be a good thing?

A battery car drove over from the front, and both Lao Dao and He looked there. They both felt that it should be him.

The person driving the electric car was wearing a blue delivery suit and a helmet. He looked like a delivery boy. The delivery boy didn't think it was anything wrong at first, but when he passed by the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting at the door of the store and looking at each other. Still staring straight at himself, his heart suddenly froze. There happened to be a fire hydrant in front of him, and he actually drove his car directly into it.

"Clang"

A small box fell down, filled with fast food boxes.

The delivery boy stood up immediately, looking a little guilty, and immediately helped up his battery car. He didn't seem to notice the fallen thing and drove directly to the road.

"Didi..."

The car horn sounded,

Under the watchful eyes of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,

The delivery boy crashed into the bus in front of him like an iron-headed boy, catching up head-on.

"boom!"

The delivery boy was knocked out.

The battery car also fell apart immediately.

His helmet accidentally rolled down in front of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang, and rolled and shook a few times.

This seems like a lot of fun.

Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao looked at each other, and both saw a little loss in each other's eyes.

"I said burn less." Xu Qinglang complained.

"Damn, you didn't get it."

The old Taoist retorted back angrily, then stood up and picked up the meal that the takeaway boy had just dropped. As soon as he took it in his hand, the old Taoist immediately felt something was wrong and immediately pulled Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.

"What's going on outside? Is there a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.

The old man took the lunch boxes over, took a deep breath, and opened the first lunch box in front of Zhou Ze. It was filled with money, and it was still US dollars!

"Well, I'll be a good boy."

The old man smashed it, and immediately opened two more boxes, and surprisingly they still contained US dollars.

"It's coming." The old man couldn't control his hands and immediately opened the last lunch box. Then he shouted and immediately backed away. The last lunch box actually contained a bag of small blue pills.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over now, the pills are gone!

Xu Qinglang stood on the side. He was not very excited when he saw the U.S. dollars. These U.S. dollars were less than 100,000, which is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of RMB.

, not enough for him to have a house.

But when Xu Qinglang saw the blue pill, he also had a surprised look on his face.

"Who left it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"A takeaway boy." The old man replied.

"Where are the others?"

"Here, he was the one who had a car accident outside, and his whole body was knocked away." Lao Dao pointed outside.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the door to take a look. A lot of people had gathered at the scene of the car accident, but he could also see through the cracks that the delivery boy was lying on the ground bleeding constantly. He thought he might not be able to survive.

"Take some more paper money and burn it at the door. Don't cause trouble." Zhou Ze told the old man.

"Okay." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and immediately went to the drawer and took out a few ghost notes and burned them at the door. This time, it was not to ask for money, but to avoid trouble.

Zhou Ze pointed to the U.S. dollars on the table and motioned to Xu Qinglang to put them away and use them for household purposes. Then he picked up the bag containing the blue pills and walked to the bathroom.

"Crash........."

Zhou Ze poured a large bag of small blue pills directly into the toilet, then flushed the toilet, and those small pills also went into the sewer.

In fact, this bag of pills may be more valuable, but Boss Zhou is unmoved. Just like the old man and his son who ate steamed buns last time, this kind of thing will harm a living person's moral character and bring disaster to his descendants, even if it is a ghost. I don't want to touch it either.

After doing this, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.

The police and ambulance arrived quickly. The delivery boy had a serious car accident and died immediately. Not many police came at first, and they just treated it as an ordinary car accident, but then many, many police came. The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Zhou Ze guessed that the police had found out the true identity of the delivery boy and started a large-scale investigation. The police also came to the bookstore to take eyewitness notes, and Lao Dao was responsible for receiving him.

After finishing it, the old Taoist smiled and said: "He is really a drug dealer. I can do justice to God by burning some money in front of my house."

"What did he leave behind?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"We're lucky, or the money we burned later worked. The two cameras here had a line problem today and happened to be on strike, so we can use those dollars ourselves."

Zhou Ze nodded when he heard this. The money obtained from burning the money was basically ill-gotten gains, so there was no psychological burden on him to reuse it.

"Hey, Deadpool, come over to clean up."

The priest sitting next to him in Deadpool clothes stood up, took the mop from the old man's hand, and started cleaning.

The old man was not idle either and started to arrange the tables and chairs and clean the coffee table.

Because the boss is mysophobic, this kind of cleaning has to be done every day.

Zhou Ze walked upstairs and found Bai Yingying already in the bedroom. She was sitting on a chair watching a movie with headphones on.

In fact, Bai Yingying's appearance has basically recovered these days, but that is only on the surface. The inner deficit can only be restored after Zhou Ze recovers.

But she just sat there, with her white hair hanging down and her feet on the desk, feeling more peaceful and peaceful than before.

Especially those little feet that could not help but bend and stretch gently, as if they could enchant the soul.

Beautiful curves, just the right arc.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but stand at the door and look at it for a while. People always have an urge to appreciate beautiful things.

"Boss, boss, no, no!"

The old man 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 what I found under the chair, a few cards hidden in the banknotes."

Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the money left behind by the ghost will usually be left on the ground or placed upside down under the chair where the ghost was sitting. Experts will pay special attention to these places when cleaning.

But this was the first time that a small card was hidden in the money. The card was black, and it didn't look like the kind of thing that would be stuffed through the crack of the door when staying in a hotel at night.

The card was a bit cold when I first got it, with two lines of words engraved on it:

"Welcome to the lost town, the new destination of the dead"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, the new destination of the deceased?

The destination of the dead should be hell, so why did a small town suddenly appear here?

"Boss, this is stealing business!" the old man shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

right,

It's indeed a business grab.

"No wonder boss, no one came to your door while you were in coma. I still find it strange." Bai Yingying said.

Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore, read newspapers and drink coffee. This is also based on the fact that souls of the dead come to the door every day to deliver performance and money. Now that someone is robbing business, Boss Zhou cannot laugh generously. Laugh and ignore it.

Moreover, according to the rules of the Yin Division, each area in the Yang world has a corresponding ghost messenger. In this area, the ghost messenger monopolizes the local ghost express delivery industry. Once a monopoly occurs, and after getting used to the monopoly, what happens again? In competition, monopolies will definitely not think about improving service levels and increasing their competitiveness, but will instinctively choose to annex and suppress.

For example, at this time, Boss Zhou didn’t even think about developing any new activities in his bookstore to attract the souls of the dead, but instinctively chose

chose a more direct and brutal approach.

"Call Lin Ke and we'll go out at three o'clock in the evening."

Zhou Ze lit up a cigarette, and little Loli also played a role in this matter. For a long time, Zhou Ze ate meat, and Little Loli's performance improved even if he drank soup next to him. This time, the unfamiliar competitor was like Ruined their business together.

"Go out and talk to them?" the old Taoist asked.

Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist and smiled,

road:

"Fuck them."

Anything that affects me as a salted fish,

They are all heretics,

We must fight resolutely!

Those who stop me from salting fish,

die!

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