Chapter 84 Shadow!
After speaking, Zhou Ze got off the stretcher and walked to Chen Zesheng's body. He reached out and gently patted his shoulder. A black halo emerged, condensing Chen Zesheng's shadow.
This shadow was only visible to Zhou Ze; ordinary people couldn't see it.
"I'm not even married yet," Chen Zesheng said to Zhou Ze. He himself seemed calm and collected, not at all surprised that Zhou Ze was about to take him away.
"Your wife is waiting for you down below."
With that, Zhou Ze forcibly grabbed him and walked straight out.
"You, stop right there!"
The older brother didn't say anything, but the younger brother mustered his courage to point at Zhou Ze and shout:
"What exactly are you trying to do!"
"What I should do is already done, and then, you continue."
After speaking, Zhou Ze specifically glanced at the priest, who was standing silently next to the three women, and smiled at him.
The priest also smiled back at Zhou Ze, lowering his head even further.
Zhou Ze remembered the little loli once commenting that he knew his limits,
Now it seemed that this priest understood even better than he did.
Without another word, Zhou Ze turned and left. The younger brother was still pointing at Zhou Ze, but he didn't dare to chase after him, because he knew one thing: he had personally pushed the stretcher out of the freezer, which meant that the person in front of him had been lying in the freezer for quite a while.
He felt like the world had gone mad, truly mad.
Grabbing Chen Zesheng, he walked all the way to the road, with lush rapeseed flowers on both sides.
Chen Zesheng then spoke, "Master, I came to ask you for help."
"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Because I noticed that you didn't seem willing to help," Chen Zesheng said with a smile. "My brother has some mental issues, and I'm a little worried about him. The family business isn't doing well to begin with, barely managing to stay afloat. If I leave, he might not be able to handle it alone."
"I've seen firsthand that your brother has mental issues."
Indeed, a guy who insisted that his whole family, even the dead ones, had to be together, would be strange if he were mentally normal.
"But you say you're worried that your brother can't handle it alone, but wasn't it you who jumped off the building before?" Zhou Ze retorted.
"Heh, actually, I chickened out. We had agreed to jump together, but after she jumped, I got scared," Chen Zesheng said honestly.
"And then?"
"And then I felt sorry for her. The next day, after giving my statement at the police station, I jumped too.
I thought I could find her on the road to the Yellow Springs, but inexplicably found myself back home.
Perhaps it's because my brother repaired my body so well. Although those two morticians had some issues with their standards, at least they restored my face quite realistically."
After Chen Zesheng finished speaking, he squatted down and took out a cigarette, lighting it.
This cigarette was one that had been burned as an offering; ordinary people couldn't smell the smoke.
Zhou Ze also took out a cigarette. Truth be told, Zhou Ze actually had a bit of fondness for this guy. He was quite straightforward in his actions and speech.
It was a pity that such a guy was already dead; otherwise, it would be quite comfortable to be friends with him.
"Am I being too charming?" Chen Zesheng fluttered his eyelashes at Zhou Ze. "People who know how to appreciate life and experience beauty are usually not too bad."
"It's a little disgusting coming from you."
"Heh, since I was ten years old, my father took me by his side. My brother didn't want to; he was afraid of seeing corpses, so I had to inherit the craft.
I was also afraid of corpses at first, but later I discovered their beauty, a quiet beauty. This beauty can immerse you in a certain emotion, like listening to a beautiful piano piece.
I took care of their appearance in death, and they took care of my emotions. I gave them the last bit of dignity, and they gave me a moment of peace.
Actually, I really didn't want to die. If she hadn't been so determined to die, and if I really liked her, I really wouldn't have wanted to die."
"I also regret that when I died, you weren't the mortician."
This was Zhou Ze's honest thought. The woman who did his makeup last time poked him painfully.
"Heh, Master, let me ask you another question. If I go down now, will I still be able to find her on the road to the Yellow Springs? I'm a day late; I'm afraid I won't be able to find her after I go down."
"Probably not. The road to the Yellow Springs is very crowded."
What he didn't say was that the people on the road to the Yellow Springs, except for special cases, were basically numbly walking forward on tiptoe, like soulless corpses without form.
"That's a shame," Chen Zesheng shook his head. "I'll try my best to find her."
Zhou Ze stabbed his fingernails into the palm of his hand, then pulled out a square. Black halos swirled in the square, and the aura from hell slowly overflowed.
"Go in, go to where you should go."
"Thank you."
Chen Zesheng walked to the square, and his body was sucked in.
Dust to dust, earth to earth, the underworld in order, the Yellow Springs can be crossed. This should be Zhou Ze's most stable time sending someone into hell.
Silently finishing this cigarette, Zhou Ze turned his head and looked again at the villa hidden among the rapeseed flowers, thinking about the expressions of the three women and the strange scene of the living and the dead sitting together at the dinner table.
Even as a dead person, as a grim reaper,
Zhou Ze felt a chill run down his spine at the way those two families behaved.
Dead people like Chen Zesheng could leave freely and naturally,
While those living people were like clowns with heavy makeup on a stage play, constantly posing and flirting.
This world,
Seems to have always been like this,
And has never changed.
…………
"Ah ha ha ha ha!!!!!!"
In the middle of the afternoon, Xu Qinglang's laughter could be heard. He was laughing exaggeratedly, as if he had picked up more than a hundred thousand, which was about the same.
Zhou Ze had come back late last night, rested late, and had only taken a nap on Bai Yingying's lap in the morning.
He was awakened by Xu Qinglang's laughter before he had slept for long.
"Old Zhou, you're really something. The Liu family just called me and said that the shop would rent to us for 50,000 yuan a year. Fifty thousand yuan a year, on South Street! It's practically giving it away!"
"Oh." Zhou Ze wasn't too surprised. He had gone to catch a ghost last night, and took a nap along the way, stumbling upon the scene of two families getting married. This should be considered hush money.
"Let's go, let's go take a look at the shop."
Just like that, Zhou Ze was dragged by Xu Qinglang to take a taxi to South Street. The shop was across from South Street, across from Wenfeng Department Store and the department store.
The shop was more than a hundred square meters and used to be a clothing store.
"Are you still planning to open a noodle shop?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Yes, my noodles are very delicious."
Xu Qinglang replied.
"Then see if their noodles are delicious."
As he spoke, Zhou Ze pointed to the shops on both sides of the shop.
Xu Qinglang looked over, his face twitching. On the left side of the shop, there was a "Chongqing Small Noodles" and a "Qishan Saozi Noodles," while on the right side was "Lanzhou Hand-Pulled Noodles" and a "Wonton Noodle Shop."
"Didn't you notice when you were looking at the shop before?" Zhou Ze asked.
Xu Qinglang shook his head, looking like he had lost the will to live.
"We'll see later. You move your bookstore over first. If it really doesn't work out, I'll just make coffee and sell snacks in the bookstore," Xu Qinglang said.
"That's what you were planning all along, wasn't it?" Zhou Ze wasn't so easily fooled.
"As a man with more than twenty properties,
To let my hands and skin continue to be destroyed by greasy fumes is a crime!"
"Then who's name will we use?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Let's use your 'Midnight Bookstore.'"
"That works."
"Are you hungry?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze, while taking out a thermos cup from his pocket, "Let's go eat a bowl of noodles. I want to see if the noodles here are good. If they're terrible, I'll reconsider whether or not to challenge them."
The thermos cup was filled with plum juice.
Zhou Ze didn't refuse. He hadn't eaten yet after getting up, so he followed Xu Qinglang into the wonton noodle shop, ordered two bowls of noodles, and the two sat at a small table to wait for their noodles.
"Sigh, just thinking about moving to this bustling downtown area to do business is really exciting." Xu Qinglang looked eager.
Then he saw that Zhou Ze didn't seem to be listening to him, but was slightly raising his head to look up.
There was a ceiling fan right above them, spinning quickly.
The temperature had clearly risen recently, and the sun was very strong. Moreover, because the kitchen of this noodle shop was actually in the shop, without a partition, charcoal and water vapor lingered in the shop. If the electric fan wasn't turned on, it would be a bit stuffy.
"What's so interesting about that?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze.
"When I was in school as a kid, I used to sit in the classroom in the summer and often looked up at these ceiling fans, afraid that they would fall down and hit me," Zhou Ze said.
"Hey, what a coincidence, I was worried about that when I was a kid too."
"By the way, can you read feng shui?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Half-baked." Xu Qinglang didn't hide it, and then continued, "Actually, it's very simple. If you don't feel particularly comfortable living here, it means that the feng shui here isn't bad."
Anyway, you're a ghost.
Zhou Ze pondered for a moment, and found that what Xu Qinglang said made a lot of sense. He couldn't find a reason to refute it.
The two people's noodles came.
Xu Qinglang picked up a noodle and ate it slowly.
Zhou Ze opened the thermos cup, took a sip of plum juice, and then took a big bite of noodles.
Looking at himself gobbling it down, and then looking at Xu Qinglang eating one noodle at a time, Zhou Ze shook his head and said:
"Pretentious."
"What do you know? I'm carefully savoring the taste of my competitors."
Hearing this, Zhou Ze pushed away the noodles in front of him, unable to eat anymore.
"............" Xu Qinglang.
Just then, a young man at the next table answered a phone call, and then said to the phone:
"I'm at the wonton noodle shop. I'm already here. Are you here yet?"
The young man looked like a college student, very green.
At this time, a girl with a satchel ran to the entrance of the shop. The girl was standing at the entrance of the shop holding what seemed to be a notification, and shouted excitedly to the boy:
"I passed! I passed!"
Then the girl ran directly to the boy,
Opened her arms,
Asking for a hug.
"I really envy the life of college students," Xu Qinglang said enviously.
The girl ran to the boy and jumped directly into his arms. The boy habitually caught her and then picked her up. This should be a habitual way of showing affection between these two young lovers.
This is the taste of youth,
Is the beauty of youth.
However,
The ceiling fan was very low,
After the boy habitually picked up the girl,
The girl's head hit the ceiling fan above,
"Thump..."
A head,
Fell onto the table in front of Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang.