Chapter 11 Retribution

"So, do you feel like this is some kind of retribution?"

Zhou Ze looked at the man. Honestly, he felt no sympathy at all for this person, or even for his son, who had become a ghost but, like his father, remained in the mortal realm.

People's actions are watched by Heaven; karma is a cycle; retribution is inevitable.

"Retribution for what? I don't believe in retribution. I ran my own drugs, took my own risks, and made my own money. What retribution is there?"

"How many people have been ruined, their families destroyed, their wives and children scattered, because of the drugs you brought in? They were certainly despicable and misguided themselves, but you can't escape original sin."

Zhou Ze raised his hand, and the gates of Hell opened.

Honestly, there was nothing to say to this kind of person, or rather, this kind of ghost. He didn't bother to say anything more.

Zhou Ze forcibly restrained the son's soul, who still tried to struggle, but couldn't escape Zhou Ze's control and was directly sent into the gates of Hell.

Zhou Ze didn't rush to look at his badge, but instead grabbed the husband's soul. The husband's soul seemed resigned to his fate, not struggling, just looking at Zhou Ze coldly, with a hint of mockery.

"There are so many people in this world who do bad things; good people don't live long, while scoundrels live for a thousand years. How many actually get retribution?"

Zhou Ze didn't argue, grabbing him and sending him into the gates of Hell as well.

Everything settled down.

Zhou Ze opened his badge. The word "(temporary)" on the position had disappeared, replaced by the words "Hell Guard."

He was officially hired.

He was finally no longer a precarious temp worker.

At this moment, Zhou Ze felt the simple joy and pride that people had when they got a secure job in the system twenty years ago. He felt like he had reached the peak of his life and become superior to others.

He turned to the next page, where a judgment appeared:

Originally a traveler on the road of life,
Coming vaguely, going vaguely;
Alas, the eyes are blind, and the heart is blind,
Blessings are cold, and fate is cold;
Please, sir, do not hold ill-gotten wealth,
Home is ruined, family is ruined.

The three lines of judgment summarized the life of the husband's soul. As for the ghost son who was executed, since Zhou Ze had captured him first, he was the one who allowed Zhou Ze to become officially hired. Since Zhou Ze captured the ghost husband afterward, the first judgment after becoming officially hired was for the ghost husband.

The meaning of the judgment was simple. Originally, for this man, if nothing unexpected happened, he should have lived an ordinary life. But he was blinded by greed, squandering all of his original, not-so-great fortune, until in the end, not only was he penniless, but even his children and relatives were implicated.

Leaving this garage-turned-home, the old Taoist felt heavy-hearted. This room full of children, this woman who had fled the drug-dealing mountain village with her three children.

Alas,

Pitiful,

Truly pitiful.

The old Taoist looked up and saw Zhou Ze stretching in front of him, looking cheerful, not at all bothered or saddened by the family's misfortune.

"Finally officially hired."

Zhou Ze said softly. He hadn't felt it before, but being stuck at 99% performance for so long had been really agonizing.

Now his performance score had been refreshed, to three-thousandths.

This meant that if he wanted to get the qualifications to be a captain, aside from finding a few ghost servants like the little loli to recognize him as their captain, he still had a long way to go in terms of performance alone.

"Boss, that family is so pitiful."

After leaving the residential complex, the old Taoist couldn't help but say.

"Pitiful for what?"

"That woman and those three children. Their future days will be difficult."

"What are you pitying them for? When they were prospering from crime, eating and drinking their fill, they didn't think to order you a takeout."

"Uh…" The old Taoist felt that what the boss said made sense, but also seemed to make no sense.

"When their family was rich, the eldest son could freely use drugs, the children could wear new clothes, use more expensive toys, and go to better schools. His wife could wear gold and silver.

Since they shared the blessings together, they have to share the misfortune. Isn't that the principle?

The dirty money earned from drug trafficking consumes the most fortune. Enjoy it for a while, and you'll suffer for a lifetime. That's fate, and they brought it on themselves. There's no need to pity them.

I think you should pity yourself more. Eating so many paper buns, are you going to be okay?"

"Boss, don't mention those buns again…"

Before the old Taoist could finish speaking,

He suddenly let out an extremely foul fart,

Melodious and lingering,

Like "Erquan Yingyue,"

Heartbreaking.

"Boss, wait for me, I need to find a place to relieve myself; I can't hold it in anymore."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he didn't even have time to find a toilet and went straight to a nearby pile of grass.

A quarter of an hour later, the old Taoist returned, his legs shaking. He was obviously exhausted from the diarrhea. No wonder, he had eaten too many buns. If others accidentally bought and ate those buns, they might also get an upset stomach, but the old Taoist had personally witnessed what the buns were made of. The double whammy of mental and physiological stimulation directly caused the current situation.

The two returned to the car. The old Taoist was about to drive when he immediately clutched his stomach, saying he couldn't do it and had to go again.

When the old Taoist came back, his face was starting to turn pale.

"Damn it, they deserve it! That family really deserves it!"

Having suffered so badly from the diarrhea, the old Taoist felt no sympathy for the family.

This confirmed the saying that most people's kindness is actually emotional from their own perspective.

Zhou Ze sat in the driver's seat. He didn't dare let the old Taoist drive. He knew that Zhou Ze had died in a car accident last time he was driving. He didn't want it to happen again.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

The old Taoist nodded. He had to go to the hospital, or he might lose his old life from the diarrhea.

The sky had just cleared up for a while in the morning, but it soon started raining again. The weather had been really unpredictable lately, making it hard to figure out.

Zhou Ze drove the car into the People's Hospital parking lot and accompanied the old Taoist to register and see a doctor. He didn't know if Doctor Lin was here. Zhou Ze didn't plan to go see her.

Since his sister-in-law's affair, he hadn't contacted her again. He thought he should just end this relationship. Cutting it off cleanly was better than dragging it on and on; it was pointless.

The old Taoist took a glass cup to the toilet to poop and prepare to have it tested. Zhou Ze sat on the bench outside, took out the notebook, and didn't dare to open it, just playing with it in his hands.

The black cat pattern on the back of the notebook was much clearer than before, and when you looked at it, you had the feeling that it was also staring at you.

In the hospital, people came and went. Zhou Ze held the notebook in his hand for a while, and the notebook would occasionally transmit a burst of restlessness, very subtle, but able to be clearly transmitted to Zhou Ze's mind through the contact of his fingers.

Zhou Ze noticed that when people wearing patient clothes or being pushed in on stretchers passed in front of him, the notebook in his hand would tremble slightly, and to varying degrees.

This was a big discovery. It seemed that this notebook could predict the life and death of people around it. When those who were dying or near death passed by it, the shaking would be more violent, as if reminding its owner of who was about to die nearby.

At this moment, the phone rang. Zhou Ze answered it. It was Bai Yingying's call.

"Boss, are you okay?" Bai Yingying asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Xiao Ke has found the location of that Japanese priest. She's waiting for you at the bookstore. She's also very worried about your safety, afraid that something might happen to you. She's terribly worried."

In the bookstore, while saying these words, Bai Yingying deliberately glanced at the little loli sitting in front of her.

The little loli's mouth puffed up in anger!

She was very angry. Even a fool could hear that Bai Yingying was trying to poison the well in front of Zhou Ze!

So, women are natural experts at palace scheming. The silly Bai Yingying was even able to become self-taught and take the lead in the path of winning favor.

Ying ying ying!

"Hehe." Zhou Ze smiled. Of course, he could hear the meaning in Bai Yingying's words.

The little loli wanted him to die,

That was for sure,

Just like he had hoped that the little loli would have an accident in Rong City and not be able to return.

"I'll be back later. The old Taoist ate something bad. I'm with him at the hospital."

"Okay, good boss, love you, ying ying ying."

Hanging up the phone, Bai Yingying gave the little loli another look, as if in a show of force.

The little loli turned her cute nose to the sky and snorted.

"Heh, childish."

"I don't know who's childish. I can bet you that if something really happens to the boss, he'll definitely drag you down with him, but he won't drag me down."

"…" Loli.

Scheming bitch!

Scheming zombie!

"Because someone has to send the boss off." Bai Yingying said calmly, "The boss said he doesn't want to have ordinary people send him off anymore. He doesn't want to experience being sent to the crematorium when he's not dead again."

…

On the hospital bench, Zhou Ze was boredly browsing Weibo when he saw a big news item: a tornado and hailstorm had struck Yancheng, the city next to Tongcheng.

Jiangsu and Zhejiang have good geographical locations. Historically, there have been few earthquakes or other natural disasters. At most, there would be heavy rain and flooding in the fields. But this time, the tornado attack really caught the people of the entire Jiangsu region off guard.

When Sichuan experienced earthquakes, many people in Rong City were able to take it for granted. Everyone could even orderly move the tables and chairs to open spaces without buildings and continue playing mahjong while waiting for the aftershocks to end.

But the people of Jiangsu really had no experience with this kind of extreme natural disaster.

Some doctors and nurses started running around, as if something had happened and they needed to gather urgently.

Doctor Lin, wearing a white coat, also ran past Zhou Ze, then stopped and looked at Zhou Ze in surprise:

"What are you doing here?"

Doctor Lin was much thinner than before, and her clothes seemed a bit too big. A beautiful woman losing weight is most distressing, making people unable to help but feel sorry for her.

"Accompanying a friend to see a doctor," Zhou Ze replied.

"A tornado hit the city next door, and there are many injured. Our hospital is organizing medical personnel to go there to support the disaster relief. I'm leaving immediately.

"Oh right, I've already signed the divorce agreement and sent it to your bookstore, but you haven't returned it."

"Oh, my bookstore has moved," Zhou Ze explained.

"Okay, we'll talk about it when I get back."

Doctor Lin left in a hurry. Everyone over there had already gathered and was ready to leave.

Zhou Ze slowly stood up,

His expression somewhat grave,

Not because Doctor Lin had talked about the divorce agreement the first time they met in a while. In fact, this was a relief for both sides.

The key was that,

When Doctor Lin was standing in front of him talking to him,

The notebook in his hand trembled violently,

But when Doctor Lin moved away from him, the notebook suddenly became quiet again.

This meant that,

She was very likely to die soon!