Chapter 137

If you look at the ring carefully, there are some cracks, and there is a sense of regret, which makes people lift up a strong regret.

Zhou Ze didn't put the ring on his hand in a hurry, but put it in his pocket.

This ring is unusual. The three villages have been able to maintain it in this way for 80 years. It must have something to do with this ring. Zhou is afraid of accidents.

What's more, it's not the time to study rings. There's another thing that hasn't been done. One of the most essential and important things.

Zhou Ze took the initiative to walk to the ancestral hall and looked at the noisy crowd there. His eyes met the young people there for a few seconds, and the young people nodded slightly.

There is a tacit understanding between them.

After ninety-nine years of life, the young man has gone through wars and all kinds of turbulent situations. This kind of life is unique, and the wisdom brought to him by this life experience is hard to imitate and surpass.

A lot of things don't need to be said, but we all know each other.

Zhou Ze's hands crossed and slowly opened,

the door of hell was slowly opened,

this is the end,

this is the destination of the dead,

it is the only way for all living beings!

"Folks, let's go!"

The young man led the villagers to Zhou Ze's side.

After 80 years of ups and downs,

has suffered hardships,

has suffered difficulties,

at this time, the young people feel that they should close their eyes together with the villagers.

For this kind of end, the young people are very satisfied. This is the end he has been waiting for and the end he expects.

In the past, the villagers died because of him. When he heard the news, he knelt in front of the old locust tree at the gate of the army for a night.

Then, after seven years, he fought again and again, trying to kill himself, send him to the battlefield of fighting ghosts, and change to feel sorry for the villagers!

But on the battlefield, the more fearless he is, the more he will not die. He survives in battles and gets promoted.

When the devil surrendered, he was tired of it. He felt that his mission had been completed, and it was time to end. Therefore, he hated the civil war. In his view, the civil war was completely a blasphemy to the three villages and their relatives and those who died in the Anti Japanese war!

Ghosts have gone, World War II is over, but in the land of eastern China at that time, there are still a million people level of scuffle.

So he revolted, and he hoped that the chaos would end as soon as possible.

From youth to old age, life has gone through turning points, but until today, until this moment, young people feel that their life is complete.

Half of the full stop is missing, and it's finally completed.

The young people took the lead in entering the gate of hell, one by one, the villagers behind them went in,

no one resisted,

no one cried,

everyone had a smile on their faces,

there was a relief in the deep smile.

Tired, everyone is tired,

some things are fake, but how can people who live in fake things not find them at all?

This is a dream, a dream that we all stick to,

now, we wake up, but the end is good.

Therefore, naturally, there is no reluctance or complaint. There are only free and easy.

Xu Qinglang stood on the side, silently counting his head.

The last one is the little girl with the sugar man. The little girl looks at Zhou Ze, smiles, and squints into a lovely crescent moon. Then she jumps into the hell door.

Zhou zesong opens his hand and the door of hell disappears.

"Go all the way."

Zhou Ze said slowly.

Xu Qinglang lowered his head slightly and bowed:

"go all the way."

To be honest, it's also a very tiring thing to maintain the hell gate, and it has been so long.

But boss Zhou has never been so happy.

well,

it's really inappropriate to talk about performance in front of the villagers.

especially in this atmosphere,

should cry,

should cry for me!

But the performance keeps the cool feeling, or constantly stimulate the nerve of boss Zhou.

Hard work,

hard work,

can't cry,

really can't cry.

Don't laugh. It's been very hard.

Xu Qinglang looked at it silently and said, "you can laugh if you want. There are already problems, and the problem is even bigger."

Zhou Ze turned his head, looked at Xu Qinglang and said, "build a monument for them. Make a monument or something.""I'm fine. You can decide."

"But I have no money. I still owe you and my Yingying."

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang suddenly had an unknown premonition in his heart.

No,

No,

no!

"As a person with more than 20 suites, take out a set to sell and build a monument, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

"You have to think about it. Without the sacrifice of these people 80 years ago, you can't live in a peaceful and prosperous age, and the house price can't be so high, right?"

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

"So, are you willing?"

"I don't think you mean a moral kidnapping." Xu Qinglang said discontentedly.

"Look at your mood. In fact, you can see something like banknotes, but you can't see something." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder.

"Well, I'll talk about it later."

Zhou Ze didn't continue to talk about this topic, but subconsciously took out his ID book.

With so many villagers,

is the performance enough?

The "temporary" brand should be able to be removed and become a regular one, right?

However,

when opening the ID book,

Zhou Ze was stunned, and

performance: 99%.

This means that I'll just hang out and I won't go in!

It kept its promise and didn't go in.

If you don't go in, it's not as good as animals!

"How many?" Xu Qinglang leaned over to see if he could give us some Styx money as bonus if he became a regular worker

When Xu Qinglang saw 99%, he smiled unkindly.

Laugh wildly,

recklessly.

Zhou Ze sighed, looked at the smiling Xu Niang, and said:

"Lao Xu, discuss something with you."

"Say."

"Can I help you?"

"Well, help if you can."

"You're xuanxiu, and you're more likely to become a ghost after you die than ordinary people, aren't you? Well, you let me kill you, take your soul and make it whole for me, OK? "

“…………” Xu Qinglang.

Shaking his head, Zhou Ze smiled and said, "don't be nervous. It's OK. There is a little girl in the bookstore."

Send that girl away, and it will be complete. It's really complete.

This time, there is no drill grass pile. Zhou Ze takes it away when the ring falls. After the villagers enter the gate of hell one by one, the environment here is also slowly fading.

At last,

coincides with reality.

Xu Qinglang and Zhou Ze are standing on the road. The old road and the monkey are opposite them.

After getting on the bus, Xu Qinglang still drives. Zhou Ze sits in the co driver's seat and keeps playing with the ID book in his hand.

To be honest, Zhou Ze now has a feeling that when he was appointed as a group leader in primary school,

is very naive,

but also a little excited.

"Ha ha." Xu Qinglang smiled twice. "Now you are so happy. When you are promoted to Taishan to open the yamen, you can't die directly?"

"If there ever comes a day when you die, I will help you."

"You have a little conscience." Xu Qinglang was very relieved.

"I will help you give birth in the next life and definitely give birth to a woman, completely relieving your pain and discomfort."

"Click..."

A sudden brake jerked everyone in the car.

Xu Qinglang took several deep breaths to suppress the impulse to strangle Zhou Ze.

damn it,

he was really afraid,

because theoretically,

Zhou Ze could do it!

"What's the advantage of removing the temporary workers' sign?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Is it a great increase in skill? One more magic weapon? Or do you want some special effects? " Asked Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "I asked Xiao Luoli. She said that every time she sent someone to hell after becoming a regular, a judgment would appear in the book automatically."

"Verdict?"

"Similar to the verdict in a dream of Red Mansions."

"What's the use of that?" Asked Xu Qinglang in bewilderment.

"Add B grid."

"Well?"

"That is to say, a little face."

After that,

Zhou Ze raised his head, looked out of the window,

looked up to the sky.

…………When the car arrived at the bookstore, Zhou Ze got out of the car first. Ninety-nine was almost one, and that one was inside.

Before fear of other accidents so made a preparation, Zhou Ze did not put the little girl into hell first, but let the white warbler watch.

So, after pushing open the bookstore door, Zhou Ze directly shouted:

"Yingying?"

"Weeping..."

A voice from behind the bar.

"Hello?" Zhou Ze shouted again.

"Weeping..."

"What are you doing? Don't be a demon. Send the dead girl here."

"Weeping..."

Zhou Ze realized something was wrong, and immediately bypassed the bar. He found that the white warbler was locked by a black rope and sat there with both hands and feet. At the same time, there was a rope on her mouth. She could only make a "whimpering" sound.

Zhou Ze immediately went to help Bai Yingying untie the rope, but as soon as his finger touched the black rope, there was a stabbing pain. Bai Yingying's body was shaking with pain.

Take a deep breath, Zhou Ze let his fingernails grow out, use his fingernails to break the rope, and the broken rope directly becomes a common straw rope.

"What's the matter?"

"Boss! "Weeping..."

White Yingying pours directly into Zhou Ze's arms, hugs Zhou Ze's neck and cries bitterly, as if being wronged by heaven.

"What happened?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"That little girl Little girl I can't beat her. It's useless for Yingying. It's disgraceful for the boss. "

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand and clapped on the back of the white warbler. His face was a little dignified. He asked again:

"the little girl?"

"Yes, she is going. I stopped her and she tied me up."

"What about her?"

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"Oh, and she left it on the bar."

Xu Qinglang came at this time and heard the whole story. He searched directly at the bar and found a piece of paper, which was very firm. He said directly:

"when he was a child, he was afraid of ghosts, and thought they were ferocious and terrible;

when he grew up, he was afraid of people, even if they were well dressed.

It's really good. " Said Xu Qinglang.

"I wrote it." Zhouze opened his mouth and said, zhouze also came, pushed away the paper and books on the bar, and continued to find them.

"You wrote it? So where's what she wrote? I think grid B is higher. " Xu Qinglang is a wonderful way.

Then,

Xu Qinglang was stunned,

after Zhou Ze pushed away the sundries on the bar,

on the bar table, there was a line of crooked words like those written by children:

"braised pork, it's really delicious!"