Chapter 197

Zhou Ze doesn't know whether there is reincarnation in the world or not, and whether the so-called karma really exists, but one thing can be sure that those who do evil and greedy for unjust gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:

at least,

they will die of old age.

Open the door of hell, reach out and grab the red shirt man, throw him inside directly, and a single performance will be completed.

Next, Zhou Ze went into the salty fish state again, lying on the sofa, holding the newspaper, drinking coffee, after experiencing the ups and downs of the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state was the most enjoyable now.

Keep this posture, until the evening, Xu Qinglang came to Zhou Ze and whispered, "there is no money in the shop account."

In fact, the rent of the bookstore is not expensive. After all, it was rented from Xu's family. When talking about the price, Xu's family gave a green light.

However, when people's food and drink are added to the water and electricity fees, it's not a small amount. The coffee that boss Zhou drinks now is imported, and the price is not cheap. Xu Qinglang's drinks for his guests are all cheap goods in small bars, but his own drinks are not cheap.

In addition, the business of the living people in the bookstore is not so good. Just seeing that Zhou Ze has never entered the bookstore again, we can know how bad the business of the bookstore is.

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

"Good."

Xu Qinglang went to pick up the paper money. When he saw this scene with the monkey, he immediately got together.

For the Taoist priest, there is no more interesting game in the world than burning paper money, more enjoyable than playing slot machines, squatting at the door of the store and burning it. Later, someone will come to lose money, which is just delicious.

"Take more." The old man muttered next to him.

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

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

"It's almost there, or it's too bad."

"Do you need to be his family?" The old man shook his head. "If you want to be a warbler, you should be a warbler."

Xu Qinglang thought about it. It seemed that it was true. He simply took out a stack of money and handed it to Lao Dao. Then, Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao took a stack of money and lit it at the door of the bookstore at night.

After burning, Lao Dao squatted beside and smoked, waiting for the RMB to come.

In fact, Lao Dao has saved a lot of paper money on his side. Sometimes he meets some ghost who has no money. Zhou Ze can't see those banknotes, so he calls Lao Dao and rewards them.

The Taoist priest can't help but hide it. It's a lot of money.

And Lao Dao has a dream that when he has enough money, he will glue them together with tape to make a garment, just like the fish skin clothes of Hezhe nationality, on his body.

Niang, it will be really auspicious when we think about it. I feel excited.

If you go to Macao in that suit, you will not be in the same boat?

A battery car came from the front. The Taoist priest and his eyes looked at it. They both thought it was him.

The person who drove the battery car was wearing a blue take out suit and helmet. It was a take out kid. He didn't think there was anything, but when he passed the bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting at the door of the bookstore, their eyes were still staring at themselves. They were shocked. There was a fire hydrant in front of them. He drove the car and hit it directly.

"Bang Dang"

a small box fell down, which was full of fast food boxes.

The delivery boy immediately stood up, a little guilty. He immediately picked up his battery car, didn't seem to notice the falling things, and drove directly to the road.

"Didi..."

From the car whistle,

under the gaze of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,

the take away boy, like tietouwa, directly hit the bus in front of him and caught up with him.

"Bang!"

The delivery boy was hit and flew out, the battery car was also directly scattered,

his helmet accidentally rolled down in front of the old road and Xu Qinglang, and also rolled and swayed a few times.

It's like a lot of fun.

Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao look at each other and see that they are at a loss.

"I say less." Xu Qinglang complained.

"Shit, you didn't take it."

The old Taoist didn't feel good about it. Then he got up and picked up the food he had just left. When he took it in his hand, the old Taoist immediately felt wrong. He immediately led Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.

"What's the matter outside? There's a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.

The Taoist priest took the boxes and took a deep breath. He opened the first box in front of Zhou Ze. It was full of money, and it was still US dollars!

"Well, I'm a good girl."

I smashed my mouth and opened two more boxes, which were still US dollars."I have hair." The Taoist priest couldn't control his hand. He immediately opened the last lunch box and called out. He backed up immediately. There was a bag of small blue pills in the last lunch box.

It's over. It's over. It's over. The pills!

Xu Qinglang stood on the edge. When he saw the dollars, he was not very excited. These dollars were less than 100000 yuan, or several hundred thousand yuan, which was not enough for a suite.

But when Xu Qinglang saw the blue pill, his face also showed surprise.

"Who left it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"A delivery boy." The elder brother replied.

"What about others?"

"Well, he was the one who had an accident outside. The whole man was hit and flew." The old man pointed out.

Zhou Ze stood up and went to the door to have a look. At the scene of the car accident, there were many melon eaters. But through the gap, he could see that the delivery boy was lying on the ground bleeding. It was estimated that he could not.

"Take some more paper money and burn it at the door. Don't make trouble." Zhou Ze orders Lao Dao.

"OK." The old Taoist wiped the sweat on his forehead. He went to the drawer and took out some Styx money and burned it at the door. This time, he didn't ask for money, but to avoid trouble.

Zhou Ze points to the dollar on the table, and signals Xu Qinglang to put it away, just for this time. Then he picks up the bag with the blue pill and goes to the bathroom.

"Whoa..."

A big bag of small blue pills was directly poured into the toilet by Zhou Ze, and then flushed the toilet. Those small pills also went into the sewer.

In fact, this bag of pills may be more valuable, but boss Zhou didn't do anything about it, just like the father and son who ate steamed bread last time. This kind of thing is stained with their own evil morality and leaves disaster on their children. Even ghosts don't want to touch it.

After that, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.

The police and ambulance arrived soon. The delivery boy had a serious car accident and died directly. At the beginning, there were not many police, just a common car accident to deal with. But later, there were many police, and the atmosphere was suddenly different.

Zhou Ze estimated that it was the police who found out the real identity of the delivery boy and started a major investigation. The police also came to the bookstore to make witness records, and the Taoist priest was responsible for reception.

After that, Lao Dao smiled and said, "it's really a drug dealer. We can burn a dead money in front of our house for heaven's sake."

"What he left?" Asked Xu Qinglang.

"I'm lucky, or the banknotes we burned later worked. There's a problem with the lines of the two cameras here today. It's just a strike, so I can use those dollars by myself."

When Zhou Ze heard this, he nodded, and the money from burning the Styx money was basically unjust money, so there was no psychological burden for him to use it.

"Hello, deacon, come and clean up."

The priest in his deacon clothes stood up, took the mop from the Taoist priest and began to clean.

Lao Dao was not idle either. He began to put tables and chairs and clean up the tea table.

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

Zhou Ze goes upstairs. Bai Yingying is already in the bedroom. She is sitting in a chair and wearing headphones to watch the movie.

In fact, the appearance of the white warbler has basically recovered, but that is only the surface. The internal deficit can only be helped by Zhou Ze after her recovery.

But she sat there like this, her white hair spread and her feet were on the desk, which was more peaceful than before.

In particular, the pair of small feet can not stop gently bending and stretching, as if they can evoke the soul.

Nice curve, just right arc.

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

"Boss, boss, no, no!"

Lao Dao ran up with a thing in his hand.

"Boss?"

The white warbler took off his earphone and came over.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, this is the card I found under the chair. It's in some black money."

Generally speaking, after sending the ghost to hell, the "money for buying roads" left by the ghost will generally stay on the ground or be pasted under the chair before the ghost. The old Taoist will pay attention to these places when cleaning.

But it's the first time that a small card is sandwiched in the banknote. The card is black. It's not the kind of thing that would be crammed into the door at night when staying in a hotel.

The card starts with a little ice, with two lines engraved on it:

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

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

The destination of the dead should be hell. How can a small town suddenly emerge here?

"Boss, this is for business!" Cried the old man directly.Zhou Ze nodded,

Yes,

it's really business.

"No wonder the boss didn't come to see a ghost when you were in a coma. I think it's strange." Said the warbler.

Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore and read the newspaper and drink coffee as salt fish. That's also based on the fact that every day there are ghosts delivering money to the door. Now there are people robbing businesses. Of course, boss Zhou can't ignore it with a big smile.

According to the rules of Yinsi, every area in Yangjian is responsible for ghost delivery. In this area, ghost delivery monopolizes the local ghost delivery industry. Once there is a monopoly and is used to monopoly, if there is any competition, the monopolist will not want to improve the service level and increase their competitiveness, but will instinctively choose to merge and merge suppress.

For example, at this time, boss Zhou didn't want to develop any new activities in his bookstore to attract the spirits, but instinctively chose a more direct and crude way.

"Call Lin Ke. We'll go out at three o'clock in the second half of the night."

Zhou Ze lights a cigarette, and Xiao Luoli has to do her best in this matter. All the time, Zhou Ze eats meat, and Xiao Luoli drinks soup nearby, which can also improve her performance. This time, strange competitors are equivalent to smashing their business together.

"Go out and say to them?" Lao Dao asked.

Zhou Ze looked at Lao Dao and smiled.

Dao:

"did them."

The existence that affects me to make salted fish is heresy!

Those who stop me from salting fish,

die!