Chapter 1 Old Palace

The palace was old, because it used to belong to King Lu, the King of Equality.

Lawyer An choosing to set up his office here could be considered fulfilling the inner desires of the newly promoted "King An of Equality."

Perhaps it was a destiny in the darkness.

On that day,

a salted fish boss threw King Lu's seal to him.

After playing with it for a while,

the seal was taken away.

It was like a scientist writing in his memoir about why he embarked on this path:

Because when he was a child, he was hugged by Chen Jingrun.

Lawyer An felt that in the future, Hell would definitely spread legends about him.

In the legends,

the salted fish boss, who had little presence and greatly affected the story's fun, would most likely be removed,

presenting: On a certain day, a certain month, a certain year, King Lu of Equality chose his successor, An Buqi, in the darkness,

because An Buqi had the world in his heart… (ten thousand laudatory adjectives).

Whether people or ghosts, everyone likes to listen to stories, especially the "pie in the sky" stories.

Because everyone who listens to the story can imagine themselves becoming the protagonist of the story.

After all,

compared to studying hard or enduring hardship, which only those with great perseverance can do,

raising your head,

opening your mouth,

waiting for the pie to fall into your mouth,

everyone can do that.

The palace needed to be renovated, and manpower needed to be recruited.

Although the eunuchs were forced to sacrifice their "younger brother," the Chief Eunuch chose great restraint.

Since the sacrifice had already been made, the sacrifice had to be worthwhile. Further retaliation or petty tricks would be too undignified and meaningless.

Therefore, in terms of resources, the door was completely open to the new King of Equality. Whether it was staffing or other resources, Lawyer An could take whatever he wanted.

The remaining six Yama Kings even took the initiative to offer courtesies, saying that the reopening of the Palace of the King of Equality was a common event for them.

The Yama Kings created a warm, mutually supportive atmosphere of a Yama family!

It seemed that they had completely forgotten how they had remained indifferent when King Lu of Equality was chased and killed by the Ten Eunuchs, and they also seemed to have forgotten that not long ago, they had joined forces to stab King Wuguan in the back.

In fact, the Red-Bottomed Horse Monkey chose King Wuguan as its target precisely because it saw that he had the worst relationships and deep conflicts with several Yama Kings.

"Too many things to do."

Feng Si, with a large pile of files in front of him, couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

Below him,

sitting in order were Little Loli, Old Zhang, Qing, Liu Chuyu, Geng Chen, Liang, and You.

When one attains the Dao, even one's pets ascend to heaven.

But even Feng Si, who had previously held the highest official position, felt a little overwhelmed when he was suddenly pushed to the position of chief steward of the Palace of the King of Equality, wearing a purple sash.

As for Qing and the other two, their previous status was indeed not low, but asking them to be mad dogs was no problem. Asking them to manage affairs was really too difficult for them.

Everything before their eyes was like a dream.

It was as if one day they were still in the bookstore, slacking off;

the next day, they directly brought glory to their ancestors.

Well, the "as if" here can be removed.

Fortunately, everyone had plenty of time to learn and adapt slowly.

While the old gang from the bookstore was busy,

Lawyer An walked to the entrance of the main hall,

reached out and knocked on the bronze bell at the door,

and shouted:

"Stop being busy, time to go home and eat!"

………………

Xu Qinglang bought a lot of vegetables today, leading Boss Zhou to mistakenly believe that Old Xu was going to open a full-table Manchu Han Imperial Feast tonight, and had already started setting it up.

The kitchen was even more bustling, with Old Xu at the helm and Yingying assisting.

It wasn't a holiday or a birthday,

but tonight,

they just wanted to eat something good.

Some things didn't need to be said anymore, because saying them was useless and only added to the trouble.

Just like facing a terminally ill patient, it's really meaningless to discuss health preservation and the disease with him. It's better to chat with him about fishing, playing poker, and that big sister in the hair salon.

Because of the Old Daoist's presence, the atmosphere in the bookstore was a bit depressing.

The same appearance, even the same body, but the feeling it gave off was completely different.

The Old Daoist stood in front of the wall for an afternoon, staring at the painting, looking at the mountains and rivers in it.

No one would disturb him, and he wouldn't talk to anyone either.

In fact, since Lord Fuju awakened, he only ordered An Buqi around. The only one who could talk to him on an equal footing was the boss.

The newspaper had long been read, and three cups of coffee had been changed.

Boss Zhou squinted his eyes and slouched on the sofa.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful, but this peace was covered with a suffocating film.

He didn't want to go anywhere, and he didn't want to see anyone.

He just wanted to lie down like this, lie down, lie down…

At this moment, Boss Zhou's state of mind seemed to have reached a resonance with Louis XV.

Lawyer An was back.

Lawyer An was back with a large group of people from the bookstore.

After going around Hell, everyone had transformed from chickens to phoenixes, and they even walked with a breeze.

Ladies and gentlemen,

now walking towards us is the bookstore representative team, with King An of Equality leading the way.

Lawyer An pushed open the door of the bookstore.

Because it was a glass door, Lawyer An saw the positions of the Old Daoist and Zhou Ze before entering, but as soon as he pushed the door open, Lawyer An turned directly to Zhou Ze's side.

"Boss, I'm back."

Next,

everyone who came in

had to greet Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou really felt that it would be more appropriate to replace him with a larger black-and-white photo at this time.

This scene was really like holding a memorial service for him.

With a large group of people, the room became lively.

The Old Daoist was still standing there, continuing to look at the painting, and everyone tacitly left him alone.

It wasn't that no one was willing to curry favor with him. In fact, everyone's change in status from going to Hell yesterday to returning today was still due to the Old Daoist.

At the top of Mount Tai,

three giants were directly beheaded.

This matter

was settled so simply and neatly.

Boss Zhou was too lazy to continue being "admired" and "mourned" here,

got up,

and went upstairs.

Since Yingying was still busy cooking downstairs, Boss Zhou couldn't sleep even if he wanted to, so he simply lay on the bed and picked up Yingying's "The Self-Cultivation of a Maid" and flipped through it.

Don't say, the things recorded inside are quite detailed. Changing the name to "How to Capture a Man's Heart" or "Woman, How Should You Control Men!" would not be out of place at all.

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

A rubbing sound came from the gap in the bedroom.

Hearing this sound, Zhou Ze really wanted to shout to Yingying downstairs to add a stir-fried lotus root tonight.

Half a face appeared in front of Zhou Ze's bed, took a step back, and sat down in the chair.

Then,

two big men

were in the same bedroom,

plunged into a strange silence.

Zhou Ze continued to flip through the book in his hand, and half a face continued to sit there quietly.

It seemed that no one wanted to speak first.

This silence

continued until the sky had begun to darken.

Zhou Ze put down the book in his hand, stretched, and then looked at half a face sitting there like he was cosplaying The Thinker,

and said:

"Something up?"

"Missed you."

"..." Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was very uncomfortable. Maybe there was nothing wrong with what half a face said, the problem was with him.

After all, you can't expect a guy who was just resurrected a few days ago and imprisoned in an inhumane way for thousands of years to immediately understand the popular culture and various allusions.

Maybe half a face also felt that his statement was a bit inappropriate, and continued:

"I want to see him."

What half a face loved most was still Ying…

Zhou Ze looked up,

took a deep breath.

At this moment,

Boss Zhou felt that he needed to confess his sinful and dirty soul.

"I haven't talked to him in days either."

Since returning from Sanya, Zhou Ze hadn't talked to Ying Gou much.

In fact, before going to Sanya, the frequency of Ying Gou's appearances had already decreased a lot.

Maybe,

it was because the next target of the Xuanyuan Sword was him,

at this time,

saying too much,

was meaningless.

"I have something I want to ask him."

"I'll call him for you."

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

just closed his eyes,

didn't do anything,

didn't call out in his heart,

and then opened his eyes,

and said to half a face:

"He says he's too lazy to bother with you."

"..." Half a face.

Half a face couldn't determine whether what Zhou Ze said was true, because Ying Gou lived with Zhou Ze and he couldn't enter the door.

Even though that door used to be his home.

"Have you seen a psychologist?"

"Went to see one, it was quite helpful."

"Okay."

Half a face got up

and said:

"It'll be in the next few days, right?"

"If it's fast, it might be tonight."

"I'll be around here before you get struck."

The implication was that

he would just stay nearby,

and when the time came,

whether to use him as a scapegoat or as a "sacrifice" was up to him.

Zhou Ze licked his lips,

suddenly thought of something,

and said:

"There's something I've always overlooked, maybe you can help me think it through."

"What is it?"

"Before I died, that is, in my previous life, I died in a car accident. I already know the cause of that car accident."

That car accident involved an extremely melodramatic love triangle between Xu Le, Dr. Lin, and himself, and because there was the identity of the younger sister's ghost messenger, this melodramatic plot was also covered with a supernatural suspense style.

It's a pity that the current policy strictly cracks down on feudal superstition. If Zhou Ze had written this story, those directors who make romance dramas would definitely pounce on it.

But, there was something in it that Zhou Ze had always overlooked, or rather, he had settled down with it later. As the ghost messenger soul in the younger sister's body was swallowed by Ying Gou, and he had already accepted his fate, he didn't bother to investigate it further.

However, now that he suddenly remembered it, it was really a bit... incomprehensible.

"What exactly is it?"

"Before I died in the car accident, I had treated an old man..."