Chapter 1 Something Unexpected

Whether your mood is good or bad, one thing remains constant: time.

Another day passed, and evening arrived. Zhou Ze sat on the sofa, playing with a pen in his hand. He hadn't heard from the little loli yet.

Zhou Ze didn't think she was slacking off. After all, her life and death were in his hands. If she dared to be perfunctory the first time he asked her to do something, pretending to "biu" and sneaking back to sleep and recover, he'd have to let her win.

Actually, the ashes from his previous life weren't that important. If someone suggested scattering them in the ocean or a river while he had them, Zhou Ze might even do it.

Letting bygones be bygones, letting the past return to dust, Zhou Ze wasn't the type to value something from the past more than his own life, like a character in a tearjerker.

But the problem was, it was his stuff, something with a deep connection to him. He could throw it away himself, but someone daring to steal it was unacceptable.

This wasn't a matter of financial loss, but a direct offense.

That priest, that Japanese priest, Zhou Ze hoped to find him soon and personally pierce him with his own fingernails.

He wanted the ashes, did he?

Then after killing him, Zhou Ze would turn him into ashes too, and mix them with dog shit.

The little loli was definitely still searching. Zhou Ze knew that as a seasoned veteran ghost messenger, her connections in Tongcheng were much deeper than his.

So, unwilling as he was, all Zhou Ze could do was eat, sleep, conserve his energy, and wait.

The old Taoist could tell that Zhou Ze was in a bad mood all day.

Most people wouldn't enjoy having their ashes stolen.

But the boss was experiencing it.

At that moment, the old Taoist brought over a cup of coffee, feeling he should say something to ease the boss's depressed mood. He immediately said, "Boss, that Japanese guy will definitely be found soon. In Chinese movies and novels, Japanese people are standard high-risk creatures, their lifespan isn't long."

Zhou Ze didn't look at the old Taoist, but picked up the coffee and took a sip.

He didn't want to chat with the old Taoist when he was in a bad mood, because he was afraid he might get the urge to stab him to death. Perhaps his previous boss had felt this way too?

At that moment, Tang Shi came down from upstairs, wearing a black dress.

She was a very aloof woman, and always pursued high standards and exquisite taste in her clothing. It seemed to be a compulsion. Zhou Ze remembered that she had the old Taoist buy her new clothes to change into as soon as she woke up.

"Let's go have tea."

Tang Shi said coldly.

"I think I'll pass." Zhou Ze really wasn't in the mood.

Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze,

Standing there without moving.

She wouldn't act coy or beg. She always maintained that cold demeanor, and when she looked at you, you felt very uncomfortable, very awkward.

Zhou Ze was a kind-hearted person, and a good person.

He couldn't stand seeing others wronged or unhappy, and always tried to put himself in their shoes.

Of course, the pen he was playing with had already slightly trembled, as if ready to pierce his chest.

Well,

He got up.

"Let's go, have some tea." Zhou Ze said.

Tang Shi withdrew her gaze, opened the door, and walked out.

"Boss, it's a little chilly at night, take some more clothes." The old Taoist said solicitously.

Zhou Ze waved his hand, indicating he didn't need them.

Then,

Zhou Ze also pushed open the door,

And then,

There was no then.

Because Tang Shi was standing by the utility pole at the door, motionless. It didn't look like she was waiting for a car. Zhou Ze could only stand next to her, not knowing what she meant.

Half an hour later,

Tang Shi was still standing there, motionless. Her expression hadn't even changed. Zhou Ze started to squat down and took out a cigarette.

An hour later,

Tang Shi was still motionless, while Zhou Ze simply sat on the curb, with a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.

Looking at the bookstore door less than two meters away,

Zhou Ze really wanted to crack open this girl's head with a hammer and ask her what she was thinking.

You've been standing less than two meters from the door for so long, why couldn't you wait inside the bookstore?

Inside the store, the old Taoist, Bai Yingying, and Xu Qinglang occasionally passed by, looking at the boss still sitting outside, and then looking again, still sitting outside.

Zhou Ze looked up slightly, then lowered his head again,

Suddenly feeling that life was very difficult.

Finally, a white Roewe drove up and stopped in front of the bookstore.

Was it here?

The tea companion?

Because Zhou Ze saw Tang Shi move. She walked forward.

Zhou Ze also stood up, watching the car door open, wondering if he should organize the shop assistants who were watching his misfortune and laughing at him to wear bikinis, hold pom-poms, and spread their legs wide, shouting:

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome..."

But it seemed that only Yingying was worth looking at, and the other two… no, it seemed that everyone except the old Taoist would look good and pleasing to the eye in that attire.

But then, Zhou Ze was stunned. There was only one person in the car, the driver. But when the driver got out, he gave off a feeling of overindulgence.

Heavy dark circles, coupled with that excited state, made it easy to suspect that this guy had been driving on drugs.

"Hahahahaha..."

The driver covered his stomach and laughed as soon as he got out of the car.

He laughed like a pig.

Zhou Ze approached him, lowered his head, and looked at him.

"Hahahahaha... Where is this?" The driver asked while laughing.

"Tongcheng." Zhou Ze replied.

The other party had a strong Sichuan accent.

He must be a friend from Sichuan.

"Hahahahaha... Where is Tongcheng? Never heard of it."

"In Jiangsu." Zhou Ze reminded him.

"Hahahahaha... I went out to buy a condom, how the hell did I drive all the way to Jiangsu without sleeping?"

You're asking me, who am I asking?

Zhou Ze felt that there was something wrong with this driver's brain.

Okay,

Zhou Ze had previously speculated that the person Tang Shi was looking for to have tea with might be that person,

But if that person was like this,

Zhou Ze wanted to "hahaha" along with him.

"Hahahahaha, I'm so tired, I'm so sleepy." The driver continued to hahaha.

"Hahaha, can you stop laughing?"

"Hahaha, I can't, I don't know why I'm so happy!" The driver.

"Hahaha, are you sick in the head?" Zhou Ze.

"Hahaha, yeah, yeah, I drove more than two thousand kilometers from Rongcheng to this Tongcheng without sleeping, I think there's really something wrong with my head."

"Hahaha, what are you here for?"

"Hahaha, there's someone in my trunk, I think he's my own dad or mom, I happily sent him here!"

"Hahaha... huh?"

Zhou Ze stopped laughing and looked at the trunk.

Then he saw Tang Shi raise her hand,

The whole car shook,

Squeaking,

Without pressing the unlock, the trunk popped open directly.

Although this white Roewe had become a bit grey after a long journey of more than two thousand kilometers, Tang Shi's attitude of directly and violently opening the trunk without even waiting to unlock it was still a bit excessive.

In the trunk, lying was a person,

Oh no,

To be exact,

It was a person and a cat.

This person had bandages wrapped around his eyes, and the bandages were soaked with a little blood. Next to that person was a cat lying there motionless.

The person and the cat both looked as if they were dead, with only the slight rise and fall of their chests telling the people next to them that they had a breath left.

Tang Shi personally bent down, picked up the white cat, and looked at the house.

"Old Taoist."

"Coming, what's up?"

The old Taoist trotted over, then glanced at the trunk and was immediately shocked. He quickly came over and picked up the person with the bandages wrapped around his eyes.

"Boss, how did you become like this? You're so miserable, so miserable!"

Zhou Ze knew that the old Taoist wasn't crying for him,

But standing next to him and listening to this wailing made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The person and the cat were carried into the bookstore by Tang Shi and the old Taoist, while the driver was still holding on to the car door and continuing to "hahahaha..."

Zhou Ze understood a little, this driver was really unlucky, he had been hypnotized.

Going out to buy a condom, probably had a date with a woman in a hotel, but he directly drove from Rongcheng to Tongcheng in one go.

But how to undo the hypnosis?

Fortunately, after the person in the car was carried in, the driver seemed to return to normal and directly fainted to the ground, snoring loudly.

Finally, the driver was sent to a nearby hotel by Xu Qinglang. As for whether the hotel owner would misunderstand anything, Zhou Ze didn't know.

He went directly to the second floor and came to Tang Shi's bedroom. The man was lying there, motionless.

To be honest, Zhou Ze was quite grateful to him. If it weren't for his rampage in Rongcheng, his relationship with the little loli wouldn't have become so harmonious.

Maybe he would be facing the little loli's pursuit or had already been killed.

"Can he wake up?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Tang Shi didn't answer, but personally took a wet towel and wiped his face.

Carefully, obediently.

Why didn't I get this treatment when I was injured?

We're both reanimated corpses, and my Xu Le is much more handsome than this guy, okay?

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask, will him being here attract the attention of ghost messengers from other places, and then another group of people will come to encircle him?

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to drive him away, just asking, so I can make some preparations.

After all, you don't have ghost messenger licenses, so your identities can't be cleared for the time being."

Tang Shi looked at Zhou Ze and said, "Ghost messenger license?"

Do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?

Zhou Ze took out his ghost messenger license and waved it in front of Tang Shi.

"It's this thing, with it, you can clear your identity. As long as you don't do anything excessive, you can be stable for a long time, but this thing is relatively difficult to get, you have to rely on luck."

At this time,

The body of the man lying unconscious on the bed trembled slightly.

In his hoodie pocket,

It was as if something had spilled out,

Falling from the bed to the floor,

Falling all over the floor,

It was all over the floor,

Of ghost messenger licenses.