Chapter 1 Zheng Qiang's Dream

Zheng Qiang felt like he had been dreaming for a long time. In his dream, he seemed to return to the past, to his unrestrained and unruly years.

In his previous life, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father started by running a pig farm, and later seized the opportunity to ride the wave of soaring housing prices in the country.

He took out all his savings and borrowed a lot of money from fellow villagers as collateral, becoming one of the first groups to speculate on real estate. After that, he couldn't stop.

Zheng Qiang remembered running around the pigsty at home when he was a child, and even liked to talk to the piglets, not minding their stinky smell, because he was used to it.

But after Zheng Qiang started elementary school, his family never raised pigs again.

In his father's words, speculating on real estate was the most profitable thing; only an idiot would work hard raising pigs.

Zheng Qiang was not a good student with excellent grades; he was just an ordinary person. Because his family was rich, he had more pocket money. He started hanging out in society before he graduated from junior high school.

While people of his age were secretly watching videos and studying theoretical knowledge in their dormitories with MP4 players, he had already started practicing.

Later, after getting tired of women, he started playing with men. After that, naturally, he started doing drugs.

He attracted a bunch of hangers-on and held parties with beautiful women, fine wine, alcohol lamps, and flasks. Life was like a dream, living in a dream; how wonderful.

However, Zheng Qiang didn't die from overdosing on that stuff.

Heaven gave him a chance. One time, he was so high that he wandered alone from a party into the street, playing music on his phone and twisting his body to the rhythm, venting the remaining drug energy.

As a result, he encountered a robbery and attempted rape on the street late at night.

Zheng Qiang had played with many men and women in the past, but it was always consensual, or, if you weren't willing, he'd throw money at you until you were.

So, when he saw this kind of off-the-books guy, Zheng Qiang, still high, rushed up to do what was right.

Then,

He was stabbed.

Then,

He died.

After all, asking a guy whose body had been hollowed out by wine and women and who was also doing drugs to play the hero saving the damsel was a bit too much for the screenwriter.

Clutching his wound,

He fell down,

Watching the woman he saved run away without even calling 120,

Zheng Qiang didn't feel angry or think it was not worth it.

He just thought that dying like this

Seemed pretty good.

The events of his previous life began to emerge, and the scenes of his previous life were constantly intertwined in his mind.

Even the scene of his last breath

Repeated many times.

Just when Zheng Qiang felt like he was going to throw up from remembering,

Thank God,

He finally woke up.

Opening his eyes,

He saw that he was lying in a hospital bed, and the main color around him was white.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He hadn't died a second time.

Hell didn't have this kind of ward.

His head was still a little dizzy, and his body was very itchy.

He turned over, but fell straight off the bed.

With some difficulty, he managed to stand up by leaning against the wall. Zheng Qiang pursed his lips. His mouth was very dry, and he wanted to drink water. Although he was on a drip, it wasn't enough. He needed to drink water; his daily water requirement was more than three times that of an average adult male.

This was because the barbs that emerged during battles were usually hidden deep inside his body like small fleshy buds, and these things needed more water to absorb.

He pushed open the door of the ward and walked out, leaning against the wall. He wanted to find water to drink; he was so thirsty.

Then,

Zheng Qiang passed the kitchen.

The layout of the drugstore was like this: the front was the store, the back left area was divided into two wards and a surgery room, and the right area was the toilet and kitchen. The rooms of the drugstore staff were upstairs.

"Dong, dong, dong!"

"Dong, dong, dong!"

"Dong, dong, dong!"

Intense banging sounds came.

Zheng Qiang turned his head and looked inside.

He,

Saw a mountain,

A towering mountain,

Such a big... mountain of flesh.

Nurse Fangfang was chopping ribs with a kitchen knife.

The splattered bone and meat fragments

Made Zheng Qiang swallow unconsciously.

He didn't dare to call out to this "little nurse,"

Instead, he stumbled to the front pharmacy area, which was already closed, and got water from the water dispenser, drinking it.

He,

Drank half a bucket of water in one breath,

Finally feeling satisfied.

Leaning against the back of the pharmacy counter, he sorted out his thoughts. He seemed to remember that the ghost messenger from Tongcheng had rescued him, and his ghost messenger certificate was also on his body.

Instinctively, he wanted to leave.

The door of the pharmacy was locked.

A slender spike grew from the palm of Zheng Qiang's hand.

He fiddled with it a few times, and the safety lock was opened.

He pushed the door open a crack,

And Zheng Qiang sneaked out.

Fresh air,

Free air.

After returning to Huai'an,

He would be a good man again.

In someone else's territory, even breathing felt so restricted.

Especially, when facing that kind of dangerous situation, Zhou Ze actually survived in the end and rescued them, which meant that Zhou Ze had other plans.

At worst, after returning to Huai'an, he would send Zhou Ze some Huai'an trotter as a thank you gift.

He had just walked a few steps, and the sky wasn't quite bright yet, but a car was parked on the side of the road. As he passed by, Zheng Qiang saw two people sitting in the car.

Sitting in the back was a woman.

He saw the woman's appearance clearly; it was Yueya.

And the man sitting in the driver's seat was someone he didn't recognize.

Instinctively, he sensed a sense of crisis, and he turned around to leave.

"Bang!"

The car door was opened,

And then slammed shut.

Lawyer An, wearing a flamboyant red suit and sunglasses even late at night,

Holding a cigarette in his hand,

Leaned against the car,

Lightly tapping the roof with his finger.

Zheng Qiang stopped.

"Leaving already?"

Lawyer An asked.

"Ah."

Zheng Qiang responded.

Lawyer An nodded. "Want me to give you a ride back?"

"No need, I'll take the train back."

"Hehe."

Lawyer An laughed and then dropped the cigarette butt in his hand.

Sometimes, Lawyer An also felt quite helpless. Boss Zhou's personality was too lazy, and his style of doing things was too scattered. Although this guy had caused no small amount of trouble, he could also bring back a lot of good things.

But often,

He really had to help take care of things and clean up.

The boss himself had brought back two seriously injured kids last night. After performing surgery and saving them, he went back to sleep with the maid.

These weren't two piglets that he had brought home;

They could run away on their own.

"Come back, sit in the car, be good."

Lawyer An waved to Zheng Qiang.

Zheng Qiang turned his head, looked at Lawyer An, and smiled: "Who are you?"

"You talk too much."

Lawyer An threw the cigarette butt on the ground,

"Hurry back and sit down."

"What if I say no?"

Hearing this,

Lawyer An smiled.

The bottom of his leather shoe stepped on the cigarette butt,

And then he walked towards Zheng Qiang with great excitement.

It seemed like

He was very happy?

Five minutes later,

Zheng Qiang, who was already injured and now had injuries on top of injuries, plus his whole face was swollen like a pig's head, was forcibly stuffed into the back seat of the car and huddled together with Yueya.

Lawyer An, like a long-deprived woman finally getting released, returned to his driver's seat, turned on the car stereo, and started playing music.

Zheng Qiang's nostrils were still bleeding, but Lawyer An was worried about getting his car dirty, so he stuffed two wads of cotton in his nostrils in advance.

At this moment,

Zheng Qiang raised his head in surprise, looking at Yueya beside him.

She also looked very weak,

But she wasn't injured.

"Why..."

Zheng Qiang asked.

With two front teeth missing, he spoke with a bit of a lisp.

"I woke up before you and wanted to leave too, planning to send him a box of Suzhou's famous Yunpian cake after I got back."

As Yueya spoke, she glanced at Lawyer An in front of her and continued:

"Then he told me to get in the car and sit down."

"And then?"

"And then I got in the car and sat down."

"............" Zheng Qiang.

Yueya pouted. To be honest, Zheng Qiang was beaten quite pitifully. Before, when Lawyer An told her to get in the car and sit down, she instinctively sensed that he seemed to want her to refuse.

But she still obediently agreed.

Then she saw that he was disappointed in her lack of understanding.

Yueya couldn't understand where this strange emotion came from.

Actually,

The reason was simple.

The boss was upstairs sleeping soundly with two beauties, one big and one small,

While he was guarding the fort here,

How could he be in a good mood?

At this time, he couldn't wait for someone to come up and let him beat them up.

After beating someone up,

He felt much more comfortable.

"You're not killing us, and you're not letting us go. What are you planning to do?" Yueya asked, and then, as if she had thought of something, "Could it be that you want to forcibly recruit us?"

"You're actually right. Meeting is fate, so just accept it."

Actually, if outstanding ghost messengers who have reached a certain level of strength and academic performance want to become constables, they have to find five ghost messengers to agree with them and become their subordinates.

This model is a bit like characters in anime catching magical creatures,

Bulba-Ghost,

I've caught you!

As for Gu He, who needs to issue a call to gather other ghost messengers to help, from another perspective, it means that he is actually not doing so well. His original subordinates have either broken up or died.

"You're helping him?" Yueya narrowed her eyes.

Although Zheng Qiang was injured, it wouldn't be easy to directly crush and beat Zheng Qiang up again.

Lawyer An nodded.

"I'm curious, why are you helping him? Also, I'm even more curious, why am I being forced to acknowledge him as my Constable-sama?"

Lawyer An turned off the car stereo.

The car suddenly became quiet.

Letting out a long sigh, Lawyer An smiled.

"I'm too lazy to say threatening words. I know you don't want to hear that stuff either. Just imagine it yourself. Consider it me saying five hours of villain threats from a TV drama."

Then,

Lawyer An paused,

And added:

"A storm is coming. We need to form a group so we don't get scattered by the wind."