Chapter 158 What Is It!

Even after finally leaving the old man's room, Zhou Ze didn't say anything. He could only silently admire in his heart that the old man truly had a life of innate good fortune. Living with dozens of wandering souls and yet nothing happened to him. He wasn't affected in the slightest, and even his luck remained consistently good.

Such a fate was not something one could envy.

Zhou Ze also didn't ask those war souls if they were willing to go to Hell. Perhaps their obsession was simply because the old man was still alive and was willing to make offerings to them. Added to that was the camaraderie of their past as comrades, allowing them to gather at the old man's home, drinking and chatting together every night as the old man drifted off to sleep.

It was a very leisurely and peaceful life that didn't cause any disturbance to those around them, so as a ghost messenger, Zhou Ze could completely let them be.

Most likely, when the old man passed away peacefully in his sleep, his soul would truly join the ranks of his comrades. Then everyone could go to Hell together, and the road to the Yellow Springs wouldn't be lonely.

Just like when they used to travel north and south fighting battles, being together would make them feel less afraid. There was only one path, and they would just follow the red flag.

If Zhou Ze forcibly took away these war souls, the old man would be greatly affected, almost completely disrupting the old man's original rhythm of life. Zhou Ze was really worried that something unexpected might happen to the old man as a result.

In any case, the old man had at least sincerely helped him, so it would be a bit unreasonable for him to harm the old man in return.

However, because of Zhou Ze's interruption, the gathering at the old man's house ended quickly that night, and no more noise came from the neighboring room.

Perhaps those war souls also understood in their hearts that whether they could continue to stay here was actually just at Zhou Ze's whim.

After returning to the room, Doctor Lin helped Zhou Ze back into bed. She was still lying on her side, looking at Zhou Ze. After some twists and turns tonight, Zhou Ze hadn't been able to fall asleep in the first place, and Doctor Lin hadn't slept very soundly either.

Reaching out, he took a strand of her hair and gently stroked it in his hand. Zhou Ze enjoyed this feeling very much.

Regardless of family affection, love, or responsibility, as long as a normal man had a beautiful woman lying next to him, even if he couldn't do anything, he would still feel happy.

"These past two days have been quite eventful," Doctor Lin said.

Zhou Ze nodded. For an ordinary person, accepting that her husband's body had been taken over was already difficult, and at the same time, she had experienced a series of supernatural events. Fortunately, Doctor Lin was very strong.

"Will I always be able to see those things?" Doctor Lin asked.

"No, it'll be fine in a couple of days. When you get back, take some time off to rest."

Doctor Lin nodded; she was always very obedient.

"Have you been doing well lately?"

"Pretty good," Zhou Ze replied.

"That's good."

Doctor Lin snuggled up next to Zhou Ze and slowly closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep again.

Zhou Ze still couldn't sleep, so he simply took out the two ghost messenger certificates. The middle of these two certificates had begun to turn white, and there were obvious creases, meaning that they could only withstand one more "recognition of ownership" at most.

Two certificates were equivalent to having two slots in hand. In the mortal realm, people who could get a slot could walk with their noses in the air. In the underworld, these two things were actually even more sought-after.

However, Zhou Ze hadn't figured out how to use these things yet. He had originally thought about finding two from those dozens of war souls to inherit them, but after thinking about it, it seemed impossible.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze had any psychological hang-ups, but simply because the conditions for inheriting a ghost messenger certificate were indeed very harsh. They had to be the kind of wandering souls with physical bodies.

Even if ordinary wandering souls could possess bodies, it wasn't a true "reanimation," and they didn't meet the conditions.

The only ones who could truly inherit this were Hell stowaways like himself, Tang Shi, and Liang Chuan. The function of this certificate wasn't to give you magic or strength; in reality, it was just a symbolic role.

It could add icing to the cake and whitewash your gray identity, and that was all.

It was like how ancient bandits who became powerful after falling into the grass could accept the imperial court's offer of amnesty and be given official positions. You ordinary, decent farmers didn't have this privilege to enjoy.

Therefore, these two certificates were actually very useless, tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

Finding the same Hell stowaway was so difficult. Tang Shi had said that she had searched in the mortal realm for half a year before finding Liang Chuan, and then finding him.

Now, all told, there were only three people.

Zhou Ze's fingertips stroked the ghost messenger certificate. Suddenly, Zhou Ze discovered that the ghost messenger certificate, stimulated by his fingernails, actually emitted a wisp of blue smoke.

This smoke smelled good, refreshing the heart and lungs.

Then Zhou Ze saw that the certificate seemed to be a bit more damaged than before, and immediately stopped this behavior.

This was indeed too extravagant, even more extravagant than smoking the highest-grade cigar.

Putting down the certificate book, Zhou Ze took out his phone, intending to get through tonight, and tomorrow he would have Doctor Lin drive him back to the bookstore in Tongcheng. Xu Qinglang and the others should have started working on the old Daoist's matter, and it was estimated that they would have to burn a large sum of paper money again.

Fortunately, whether the old Daoist came back or not wasn't a big problem.

The key was to find that monkey.

But soon, Zhou Ze heard subtle movements coming from the courtyard wall, as if something was climbing over the wall.

The sound grew louder and louder. There seemed to be quite a few things climbing over the wall, and gradually, this sound also woke up Doctor Lin.

Doctor Lin's sleep quality tonight was really worrying. She was awakened every time she had just fallen asleep.

It was like how people with yin-yang eyes also had a lot of trouble in their daily lives. When you could perceive things that ordinary people couldn't perceive, it was indeed a very troublesome thing.

Doctor Lin's state was estimated to last for another day or two, and she would return to normal after the "magnetic field" on her body dissipated. Moreover, she had to be careful not to catch a cold, otherwise she would easily get sick.

"Outside, there's a sound?" Doctor Lin asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded.

Doctor Lin thought it was the "noisy" people next door from before, but it actually wasn't. The only one to blame was Zhou Ze for being meddlesome just now, causing it to emit a fragrance at the cost of damaging the ghost messenger certificate. This fragrance not only made Zhou Ze feel good, but also attracted some nearby wandering souls to instinctively approach.

This was business. Zhou Ze thought about getting up and going outside to sign for a wave of deliveries.

But at this moment, the old man came out of the house next door again, seemingly going to the toilet.

When you get old, the pipes are prone to rusting and leaking, which is most common.

This made Zhou Ze a little worried. Although wandering souls were basically small fry and couldn't cause any major trouble, the old man was old after all, and if he was affected in any way, the consequences might be more serious.

If the old man stayed in the house all the time, protected by that group of comrades, there would naturally be nothing to worry about, but now that he had come out, there would be a certain probability that something unexpected would happen.

War souls were very different from ordinary wandering souls. Their range of activity was actually not very large, and they adhered to their own "discipline." The world's restrictions on them were indeed stricter than on other wandering souls.

In fact, as the underworld's stability maintenance organization, it could tolerate you wandering around like a stray soul, causing minor troubles, but if you wanted to team up to do something, then sorry, the underworld was not to be trifled with.

Moreover, when Zhou Ze entered the courtyard before, he didn't sense the presence of those war souls until he entered the old man's house and the old man lifted the curtain, that he saw the room full of people. This meant that this group of war souls could only move in this limited area inside the house.

In any case, he had attracted the ghosts himself, so he couldn't let the old man be in trouble for him.

"Help me up," Zhou Ze said.

Doctor Lin helped Zhou Ze get out of bed.

Just as the two reached the door, they heard the conversation outside.

It sounded like a man and a woman.

"There are so many people in the house on the left, and they look so fierce," the woman said.

"Yes, but they can't come out, so don't be afraid. I'm here," the male ghost said.

"The house on the right is the same as us, also a man and a woman. The man seems to be injured," the woman said again.

Doctor Lin looked at Zhou Ze worriedly, also hearing the conversation.

Zhou Ze wasn't worried. He really hoped that the other party would directly rush towards him, saving him the trouble of running out again.

"No, that man is more terrifying than everyone in the house on the left combined. He gives me a tingling sensation on my scalp. Don't provoke him."

Doctor Lin looked at Zhou Ze in surprise.

Zhou Ze slightly raised his head,

cooperating with the rhythm of the man and woman showing off in front of their girlfriend.

This ghost couple really knew their place.

"We can't go to the left, and we can't go to the right, so where is that fragrance coming from? There's only an old man in the outhouse, maybe it's with him," the woman muttered.

"We can only try our luck there. This courtyard is too evil, even more evil than our graves."

The male and female ghosts seemed to have reached a consensus and were preparing to attack the old man.

In fact, Zhou Ze had underestimated the attraction of that fragrance to ghosts. This man and woman were obviously beings who had been ghosts for many years and were almost about to become spirits.

As the saying goes, ghosts are cunning. This wasn't just a simple adjective, but also a noun. Any existence that cultivated to a certain level could become a spirit.

The old man had drunk some wine and was a little dizzy. His hand kept grabbing, but he just couldn't grab his pipe, which was very frustrating.

The male and female ghosts rushed directly into the outhouse.

Just as Zhou Ze, supported by Doctor Lin, walked out of the room door, intending to go and solve the problem,

all they heard were two terrified screams from the man and woman:

"There's a ghost!"

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

Then, under Zhou Ze's gaze, the man and woman quickly rushed out of the courtyard wall and fled in panic.

Doctor Lin couldn't believe it, and even felt a little horrified, muttering:

"That old man, is he also a ghost?"

A ghost, walking alive on the road, and even bringing himself and Zhou Ze back home? Eating with her, playing chess?

Zhou Ze shook his head and corrected:

"What they shouted wasn't 'there's a ghost,'

but 'there's a dignitary,'

a noble dignitary."

With a dignitary here, gods and ghosts retreat.