Chapter 195 Those Who Stop Me From Salting Fish, Die!

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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 seek ill-gotten gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:

At least,

They will die of old age.

He opened the gate of hell, reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, and threw him directly inside, and the performance was completed in one order.

Next, Zhou Ze entered the salted fish state again, lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper, and drinking coffee. After experiencing the ups and downs in the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state is the most enjoyable.

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

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

But the people’s food and drink plus water and electricity bills, etc., is not a small amount. The coffee Boss Zhou drinks now is imported, and the price is not cheap. But what he drank himself was not cheap.

In addition, the bookstore's business of living people is really not very good. Just because Zhou Ze has never entered a book until now, it is clear how unsatisfactory the bookstore's business 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 saw this scene, and immediately came over.

For the old Taoist, there is no game in this world more fun than burning paper money, more enjoyable than playing slot machines, squatting at the door of the store to burn it, and after a while, someone will come and throw money, it is really flattering.

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

"Enough." Xu Qinglang took a stack and said.

"The boss said to burn more, you save him a fart."

"It's almost there, otherwise it's too prodigal."

"Does his family need you to take care of it?" The old man shook his head, "If he wants to take care of it, 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 the old man. Immediately afterwards, Xu Qinglang and the old man took a wad of money, and took advantage of the night to light it at the door of the bookstore.

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

In fact, the old Taoist himself has saved a lot of paper money, and sometimes when he meets some ghosts who have no money, Zhou Ze doesn't like the few ghost notes, so he rewards the old Taoist.

The old Taoist couldn't help but hid it, and the accumulation of a small amount is not a small sum.

And the old man has a dream, that is, after he has accumulated enough money, he will glue them together with tape to make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothing of the Hezhen people, and wear it on his body.

Damn, when the time comes, it will really be auspicious in human form, and I feel excited just thinking about it.

Wouldn't it be good for me to go to Macau wearing that dress?

A battery car drove over from the front, Lao Daohe looked there, and both of them felt that it should be him.

The person driving the battery car was wearing a blue delivery suit and a helmet. At first glance, he was the delivery guy. The delivery guy didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when he passed the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting at the door of the store. He was still staring at himself, and his heart was terrified. There happened to be a fire hydrant in front of him, and he drove his car directly into it.

"Kangdang"

A small box fell down, and it was full of fast food boxes.

The takeaway boy stood up immediately, with a guilty conscience, and immediately picked up his battery car. He didn't seem to notice what fell, and drove directly to the road.

"Beep........."

The car horn sounded,

Under the watchful eyes of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,

The takeaway boy ran into the bus in front of him like an iron-headed baby, and caught up head-on.

"boom!"

The takeaway boy was knocked out,

The battery car also fell apart directly,

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

This seems to be a big game.

Xu Qinglang and the old Taoist looked at each other, and they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes.

"I said burn less." Xu Qinglang complained.

"Fuck, you didn't take it yet."

The old man snapped back angrily, then got up and picked up the meal that the delivery boy had just left behind. After holding it in his hand, the old man immediately felt something was wrong, and immediately dragged 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 brought those lunch boxes over, took a deep breath, and opened the first lunch box in front of Zhou Ze. It was surprisingly full of money, and it was still in US dollars!

"Well, I'll be good."

The old man smashed his mouth, and immediately opened two more boxes, which were surprisingly still in U.S. dollars.

"It's gone." The old man couldn't control his hand, and immediately opened the last lunch box, then yelled, and immediately backed away. There was actually a bag of small blue pills in the last lunch box.

It's over, it's over, it's over, the pill is over!

Xu Qinglang stood on the side, he was not very excited when he saw the US dollars, these

The US dollar is less than 100,000 yuan, which is only a few hundred thousand yuan, which is not enough for him to have a flat.

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

"Who left it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"A takeaway brother." The old man replied.

"What about others?"

"Well, he was the one who had a car accident outside, and he was knocked into the air." The old Taoist pointed outside.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the door to have a look. There were already a lot of melon-eaters gathered at the scene of the car accident, but he could also see the takeaway boy lying on the ground bleeding continuously through the gap.

"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 to take out a few Ming notes and burned them at the door. This time, he didn't want to ask for money, but to avoid trouble.

Zhou Ze pointed to the US dollars on the table, and motioned Xu Qinglang to put them away and use them as household items for a while, then he picked up the bag containing the blue pills and walked to the bathroom.

"Clatter..."

Zhou Ze poured a large bag of small blue pills into the toilet, and 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 father and son who ate steamed buns last time, this kind of thing is stained by a living person and harms his own morality and harms his descendants, even if it is a ghost. I don't want to touch it either.

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

The police and ambulance arrived quickly. The takeaway boy had a serious car accident and died immediately. At first, not many policemen came, just treating it as an ordinary car accident, but then many, many policemen came. The atmosphere is suddenly different.

Zhou Ze reckoned that the police had found out the real identity of the delivery guy and started a big investigation. The police also came to the bookstore to take witness notes, and the old man was in charge of receiving him.

After finishing, the old Taoist smiled and said: "He is really a drug dealer, if we burn some money at our door, we can do justice for the heavens."

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

"We're lucky, or the ghost money we burned later worked. The two cameras here have problems with the wiring today, and they just went on strike, so we can use those dollars ourselves."

Zhou Ze nodded when he heard the words. The money obtained by burning Mingchao is basically ill-gotten gains, so there is no psychological burden to recycle it for himself.

"Hey, Deadpool, come and clean up."

The priest who was sitting beside him in Deadpool's clothes stood up, took the mop from the old man, and started cleaning.

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

Because the boss has a cleanliness habit, this kind of cleaning has to be done once a day.

When Zhou Ze went upstairs, Bai Yingying was already in the bedroom, she was sitting on a chair and watching a movie with earphones on.

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

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

Especially those little feet could not help bending and stretching gently, as if they could seduce the soul.

Beautiful curve, just right arc.

Zhou Ze couldn't help standing at the door and watching for a while. People always have an impulse to appreciate beautiful things.

"Boss, boss, it's not good, it's not good!"

The old Taoist ran up with an object in his hand.

"boss?"

Bai Yingying took off her earphones and walked over.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, I found this under the chair. It's a card in a few Ming notes."

Generally speaking, after sending a ghost to hell, the "buy money" left by the ghost will usually be left on the ground or stuck upside down under the chair the ghost sat on before, and the old Taoist will pay attention to these places when cleaning.

But this is the first time that there is a small card in the Ming note. The card is black, not like the kind of thing that would be stuffed in through the door at night when staying in a hotel.

The card was a bit cold, with two lines engraved on it:

"Welcome to Lost Town, the new destination of the dead"

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

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

"Boss, this is for business!" The old man shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

right,

It is indeed stealing business.

"No wonder, boss, you didn't come to the door while you were in a coma. I still find it strange." Bai Yingying said.

Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore, read newspapers, drink coffee, and drink coffee. It is also based on the fact that ghosts come to the door every day to deliver performance and money. Now that someone is robbing business, of course, Boss Zhou can’t laugh generously Just ignore it with a smile.

Moreover, according to the rules of the Yin Division, each area of ​​Yangjian has a corresponding ghost messenger in charge. In this area, the ghost messenger monopolizes the local ghost express industry. In terms of competition, monopolies will definitely not think about improving service levels to increase their competitiveness, but will instinctively choose to annex and suppress.

Just like Boss Zhou at this time, he didn't even think about being in his bookstore.

What new activities were developed to attract the spirits of the dead, but instinctively chose a more direct and brutal way.

"Call Lin Ke, we'll go out at three o'clock in the middle of the night."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, and little Lolita also contributed to this matter. All along, Zhou Ze ate meat, and little Lolita drank soup next to him, and his performance improved. It ruined their business together.

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

Zhou Ze looked at the old man and smiled,

road:

"Fuck them."

Anything that affects me in making salted fish,

are heretics,

We must fight resolutely!

Those who stop me from salting fish,

die!

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