Chapter 138 Boss Zhou's Performance!

If you look closely at the ring, you can see some cracks, giving it a sense of imperfection, and making people unable to help but feel a strong sense of regret.

Zhou Ze didn't rush to put the ring on his finger, but put it in his pocket.

This ring was no ordinary object; the fact that Sanxiang Village had been able to maintain itself in this way for eighty years was definitely related to it. Zhou Ze was afraid that something unexpected would happen if he rashly put it on his finger.

Besides, now wasn't the time to study the ring. There was still one thing he hadn't finished, one thing that was most essential and most important.

Zhou Ze took the initiative to walk towards the ancestral hall, looking at the festive crowd there. His eyes met those of the young man for a few seconds, and the young man nodded slightly.

There was a tacit understanding between them.

The young man had lived to ninety-nine, experiencing wars and all kinds of turbulent events. Such a life was one in a million, and the wisdom that this life experience had brought him was difficult to imitate and surpass.

Many things didn't need to be said, but they both understood.

Zhou Ze crossed his hands and slowly stretched them open.

The gates of hell were slowly opened.

This was the end.

This was the final destination for the dead,

The inevitable path for all living beings!

"Folks, let's go!"

The young man led the villagers towards Zhou Ze.

Eighty years of ups and downs,

They had tasted bitterness,

They had endured hardship.

At this moment, the young man felt that it was time for him to close his eyes, to close them together with his fellow villagers.

The young man was very satisfied with this ending. This was the ending he had been waiting for, and the ending he had been hoping for.

Back then, his fellow villagers had died because of him, and after learning the news, he had knelt in front of the old locust tree at the entrance of the army camp for an entire night.

Then, after seven years, he fought bloody battles, again and again, wanting to give his life, to give it on the battlefield against the Japanese devils, in exchange for not feeling guilty towards his fellow villagers!

But on the battlefield, the less afraid of death you were, the less likely you were to die. He survived battle after battle, and was even promoted.

When the Japanese devils surrendered, he was also tired of it, feeling that his mission was completed and that it was time to end it all. Therefore, he hated the civil war. In his opinion, the outbreak of the civil war was a complete desecration of the villagers of Sanxiang Village and those heroes who had died on the battlefield against the Japanese!

The Japanese devils had been driven away, and World War II had ended, but on the land of Eastern China at that time, there was still a large-scale conflict involving millions of people.

So, he revolted.

He hoped that this chaotic situation could end as soon as possible.

From his youth to his old age, his life had gone through many turning points, but it wasn't until today, until this moment, that the young man felt that his life was complete.

The half-finished period had finally been rounded off.

The young man took the lead in entering the gates of hell.

The fellow villagers behind him walked in one after another.

No one resisted,

No one cried,

Everyone had a smile on their faces,

And deep within those smiles, there was a sense of relief.

They were tired, everyone was tired.

Some things were fake, but how could people living in fake things not notice anything at all?

This was a dream, a dream that everyone was steadfastly holding onto.

And now, the dream was over, but the ending was beautiful.

Therefore, there was naturally no unwillingness, nor would there be any complaints.

There was only freedom and frankness.

Xu Qinglang stood on the side, silently counting heads.

The last one was the little girl holding the tanghulu (sugar-coated haws). The little girl looked at Zhou Ze, smiled, her eyes narrowed into cute crescents, and then hopped into the gates of hell.

Zhou Ze let go of his hands.

The gates of hell dissipated.

"Farewell."

Zhou Ze said slowly.

Xu Qinglang lowered his head slightly and bowed:

"Farewell."

To be honest, maintaining the gates of hell was also a very tiring thing, and it had been maintained for so long.

But Boss Zhou had never felt so good before.

Okay,

It was indeed very inappropriate to talk about performance in front of the villagers,

Especially in this atmosphere.

He should be crying.

Everyone should cry as hard as they can!

But the thrill of constantly increasing performance still stimulated Boss Zhou's nerves.

He had tried hard,

He had tried very hard,

But he couldn't cry,

He really couldn't cry.

It was already very difficult to hold back from smiling.

Xu Qinglang looked at him speechlessly from the side, "Just laugh if you want to laugh, it's already a problem, it'll be an even bigger problem if you keep holding it in."

Zhou Ze turned his head, looked at Xu Qinglang, and said, "Build a stele for them, a memorial or something."

"I have no problem with that, you decide."

"But I don't have any money, I still owe you money and my Jiaojiao (darling's) money."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

Xu Qinglang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

No,

He couldn't,

He refused!

"As someone who owns more than twenty apartments, it's only right to take out one to sell and build a memorial, right?" Zhou Ze asked.

"..." Xu Qinglang.

"Think about it, if it weren't for the efforts and sacrifices of these people eighty years ago, you wouldn't be able to live in a peaceful and prosperous world, and housing prices wouldn't be so high,

Right?"

"..." Xu Qinglang.

"So, you're willing, right?"

"I feel like you're kind of morally blackmailing me," Xu Qinglang said unhappily.

"It depends on your mood, actually, hell money is visible, but some things are invisible." Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder.

"Let's talk about this when we get back."

Zhou Ze didn't continue talking about this topic, but subconsciously took out his certificate.

So many villagers,

His performance should be enough, right?

His "temporary" status should be removed, and he should be made a permanent employee, right?

However,

When he opened the certificate,

Zhou Ze was stunned.

Performance: Ninety-nine percent.

"How much is it?" Xu Qinglang leaned over, preparing to take a look. "If you become a permanent employee, should we give out some hell money as a bonus?"

When Xu Qinglang saw ninety-nine percent, he laughed unkindly.

He laughed exaggeratedly,

And unrestrainedly.

Zhou Ze sighed, looked at Xu Qinglang, who was laughing so radiantly, and said,

"Lao Xu, I want to discuss something with you."

"Say it."

"Help if you can?"

"Yeah, help if I can."

"You're a Xuan cultivator, so the probability of you turning into a ghost after you die is much higher than that of ordinary people, right? How about this, let me kill you and collect your soul to make it an even number, is that okay?"

"..." Xu Qinglang.

Shaking his head, Zhou Ze smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, it's okay, isn't there still a little girl in the bookstore?"

Sending that girl away would also make things perfect, really perfect.

This time, there was no drilling into the haystack. After the ring fell and was taken away by Zhou Ze, and the villagers entered the gates of hell one by one, the environment here also slowly faded.

In the end,

It connected and overlapped with reality.

Xu Qinglang and Zhou Ze stood on the road, while Lao Dao (Old Daoist) and the monkey were standing across from them.

After getting in the car, Xu Qinglang was still driving, while Zhou Ze sat in the passenger seat, constantly playing with the certificate in his hand.

Honestly speaking, Zhou Ze now had the feeling of being appointed as the group leader by the teacher when he was in elementary school,

It was very childish,

But also a little exciting.

"Hehe." Xu Qinglang laughed twice, "You're already so happy now, if you get promoted to open an office on Mount Tai in the future, wouldn't you die of happiness?"

"If there really is such a day, after you die, I will help you."

"It's good that you still have some conscience." Xu Qinglang was very gratified.

"I will help you reincarnate as a woman in your next life, completely relieving you of your pain and discomfort."

"Crack..."

With a sudden brake, everyone in the car was jolted.

Xu Qinglang took several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to strangle Zhou Ze.

Damn it,

He was really scared,

Because theoretically speaking,

Zhou Ze had the possibility of making this happen!

"What are the benefits of removing the temporary employee status?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze didn't answer.

"Is it a great increase in power? Another magic weapon? Or will they add some special effects for you?" Xu Qinglang continued to ask.

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I asked the little loli, she said that after you become a permanent employee, after sending someone to hell each time, a commentary will automatically appear on the certificate."

"Commentary?"

"Similar to the commentaries in *Dream of the Red Chamber*."

"What's the use of that?" Xu Qinglang asked, puzzled.

"Increase B-ge (high-end feeling)."

"Huh?"

"It's just that it's more presentable."

After saying that,

Zhou Ze raised his head, looked out the window,

Gazing at the sky.

…………

When the car arrived at the bookstore, Zhou Ze got out of the car first. He was ninety-nine percent complete, and the remaining one percent was inside.

Before, he was afraid of other accidents, so he made a preparation. Zhou Ze didn't send the little girl to hell first, but had Bai Yingying watch over her.

So, after pushing open the door of the bookstore, Zhou Ze shouted directly:

"Yingying?"

"Eeeeh... Eeeeh..."

The sound came from behind the bar.

"Hello?" Zhou Ze shouted again.

"Eeeeh... Eeeeh..."

"What are you doing, don't be a freak, send the soul of that girl over."

"Eeeeh... Eeeeh..."

Zhou Ze realized that something was wrong and immediately went around the bar. He found that Bai Yingying was sitting there with her hands and feet tied by a black rope. At the same time, her mouth was also tied with a rope.

She could only make "Eeeeh... Eeeeh..." sounds.

Zhou Ze immediately went over to help Bai Yingying untie the rope, but as soon as his fingers touched the black rope, a sharp pain came, and Bai Yingying trembled non-stop in pain.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Ze let his nails grow out and used his nails to break the rope. The broken rope turned directly into ordinary straw rope and dissipated.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss! Eeeeh..."

Bai Yingying threw herself into Zhou Ze's arms, hugged Zhou Ze's neck, and cried bitterly, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"What exactly happened?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"That little girl... that little girl... I can't beat her. Yingying is useless and has embarrassed you, Boss."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Bai Yingying on the back, his expression becoming a little serious. He asked again:

"That little girl?"

"Yes, she wanted to leave, I stopped her, and then she directly tied me up."

"Where is she?"

"She left."

"She left?"

"Oh, she also left a message, it seems to be written on the bar."

Xu Qinglang came over at this time and heard the whole story. He directly rummaged around on the bar and found a piece of paper. The handwriting was very firm. He said directly:

"When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts, thinking they were ferocious and terrifying;

When I grew up, I was afraid of people, even if they were dressed neatly."

"That's very well written," Xu Qinglang said.

"I wrote that," Zhou Ze said. As he spoke, Zhou Ze also walked over and pushed away the paper and books on the bar, continuing to search.

"You wrote that? Then where is what she wrote? It should be even more high-end," Xu Qinglang said curiously.

Then,

Xu Qinglang was stunned.

After Zhou Ze pushed away the clutter on the bar,

On the bar table, there was a line of crooked words written like a child's:

"Braised pork, it's really delicious!"