Picking up the booklet this time, Zhou Ze didn't feel the burning sensation he had before. Instead, he felt a warm and cool sensation, as if he were holding a piece of ancient jade.

A strange connection seemed to have formed between him and the booklet.

Zhou Ze had read some Xianxia novels before, but this feeling wasn't like a magical artifact recognizing its master.

The booklet was still a booklet.

He was still himself.

But inexplicably, Zhou Ze felt a sense of closeness to this thing from the bottom of his heart, like a thirty-year-old man holding a photo of himself at three or five years old.

Unfamiliar, yet incredibly familiar.

Opening the first page of the booklet, that majestic image washed over him again. Zhou Ze closed his eyes, and then all the chaotic things disappeared.

Last time, he was passively receiving information.

This time, he seemed to be able to control it.

Finally, the first page was opened. On it was a handprint. Zhou Ze wasn't sure if it was his own or someone else's. He couldn't do a detailed fingerprint comparison now. But in fact, this handprint was very strange. Zhou Ze even felt that no one in the world should have this kind of handprint.

The lines of the handprint were very harmonious, so harmonious that you couldn't find the slightest flaw, and it was incredibly neat. Every detail achieved a very comfortable feeling.

Below were two columns.

First column: Name: Zhou Ze.

Second column: Position: Temporary Ghost Messenger.

In fact, Zhou Ze had an idea before that this should be the so-called Ghost Messenger certificate, or rather, the Yin Si certificate (underworld certificate). After all, the Yin Si was also a small society, small but complete. The Ghost Messenger was only one of its positions.

Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang had discussed his current situation before. One thing was clear: his temporary worker status was very delicate. He could be used as a scapegoat at any time, and he had no security or status guarantee.

When the little loli returned last time, she directly admitted this when he questioned her.

At the same time, she casually drew him a pie in the sky, and didn't care at all whether he wanted to eat it or not.

The reason was that what he lacked was this certificate!

With this certificate in hand, he wouldn't be an illegal resident.

Most importantly, this certificate meant that he had obtained the so-called "attendance" sheet, just like the creation and development of the imperial examination system in ancient times, which opened up channels for the bottom to flow to the upper levels.

Zhou Ze had been very lazy these past few months running the bookstore. It wasn't that Zhou Ze was naturally like this, but his previous awkward identity meant that the more he did, the more mistakes he would make, and if he didn't do anything, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Similar to the mentality of those state-owned loss-making enterprises a decade or two ago.

Now, he could at least set a small goal for himself.

Forget about a hundred million,

But there was hope that he could improve his level through his own efforts.

Even a female ghost like Madam Bai, who had protected her hometown for two hundred years, could cultivate enough merit to return to hell and seek a good background. Zhou Ze's starting point was actually much better than Madam Bai's.

However, what made Zhou Ze a little uncomfortable was, why was his current position still just "Temporary Ghost Messenger"?

Zhou Ze knew that this was definitely not because Heaven saw that he was "diligent," "diligent in royal affairs," "devoted," and "dying only after fulfilling his duty" and gave him a

biu

A certificate.

Zhou Ze also knew that with his previous work attitude of three days fishing and two days drying nets, drinking tea, reading novels, and sleeping with Bai Yingying at night in the bookstore,

It would be a great act of leniency if God didn't directly send down a thunderbolt to smash his evil spirit into渣(zhā, dregs); how could he still reward himself at this time?

This was someone else's Yin Si certificate.

But he happened to pick it up.

No, to be precise, it was picked up by Zheng Pingping, but Zheng Pingping was a living person, an ordinary person. She couldn't control this thing at all, and even suffered its influence, having her mind messed up by it.

Coupled with the stimulation of her mother's death, this led to Zheng Pingping's abnormal behavior.

She blurred who she was, because this booklet recorded the verdicts of countless deceased, which was equivalent to reading the lives of thousands upon thousands of people at once.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or returning home only to find everything changed; this basically described the situation.

Losing yourself, ignoring all the changes around you, you were originally a grain of sand, but a great river washed over you. Let alone others, could you still find yourself?

However, since he had now "stolen" this thing, it should also mean that Zheng Pingping and this certificate had been cut off from contact. Her psychological illness should recover quickly.

However, the key to the problem was that Zhou Ze didn't think that the former owner of this thing was also a "Temporary Ghost Messenger."

How could the performance record of a temporary ghost messenger be so exaggerated?

Were all the members of hell model workers and pioneers of the times?

Were they all workaholics?

Looking at the little loli's lazy appearance, she was actually similar to him, otherwise she wouldn't have left the performance to him and ran to earn extra money.

Taking a closer look, Zhou Ze found that there was a faint white patch on the original position of his name and Temporary Ghost Messenger, a bit like it had been covered with correction fluid.

Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed it, and even scratched it with his fingernails, but nothing came off. The white patch was still a white patch.

This made Zhou Ze a little obsessive-compulsive. The truth was under the white patch.

Originally, this should have been the information of the original owner of this certificate, but that original owner was likely already dead, and he had inherited this certificate, and the official position and other information on the certificate had therefore been "refreshed."

Zhou Ze even thought about going back to the bookstore and asking Bai Yingying to try using Tide laundry detergent to see if he could rub it off.

The booklet had several pages. When Zhou Ze turned to the second page, he saw a simple line of words:

"Eight percent"

"Is this an experience bar?" Zhou Ze subconsciously reached out and touched his nose.

In fact, ancient China also had the expression of "fractions" early on, but not in the way people use Arabic numeral denominators, numerators, and a horizontal line now, but directly described in this way.

The *Records of the Grand Historian: Treatise on the Celestial Officials* had "...two-thirds...eight-ninths..." The "two-thirds" was "two-thirds", and the "eight-ninths" was "eight-ninths."

Here, eight percent meant eight percent.

Zhou Ze shook his head, a little ashamed. Before, he felt that the little loli's anger at his laziness, slackness, and absenteeism was a bit indifferent, thinking she was making a fuss.

But now it seemed that in the past two months, he had only completed eight percent of the temporary ghost messenger's mission completion.

He was indeed lazy enough.

At the same time, Zhou Ze was also thinking, did this mean that if he completed the other ninety-two percent and put together a hundred percent, his "Temporary Ghost Messenger" status could be made permanent?

Changing from a contract worker to one with tenure?

Zhou Ze didn't value this very much before. He even despised those who desperately tried to get into the system in his previous life. Some of his classmates spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to get in, and then received a salary of two or three thousand yuan a month, but still felt superior and smug, thinking that other classmates who were still working hard in their careers or struggling in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou were just wage earners.

But now, Zhou Ze had a very deep sense of urgency to remove the word "temporary" and enter the hell system!

This meant security, meaning whether he could sleep soundly tonight without worrying about not seeing the sun tomorrow.

Perhaps, those classmates of his in the past also wanted this kind of security. After all, in all walks of life, nothing was more stable than an iron rice bowl.

Zhou Ze wanted to turn to the next page, but found that the following pages were stuck together, no matter how hard he tried to separate them.

Perhaps,

Because of his current level, he wasn't qualified to view the information on the following pages?

Putting away the certificate, Zhou Ze stretched.

Wang Ke was still in the next bedroom, and Zheng Pingping had woken up and was slowly regaining consciousness. Wang Ke was very excited and excited. As a senior psychologist, he could keenly capture that Zheng Pingping's condition was rapidly improving!

He didn't know what caused it, but he subconsciously made an "effort."

Zhou Ze walked out of the studio, lit another cigarette, and thought about how to work hard after returning to the bookstore, and set up incense candles and some cold food at the entrance of the bookstore to attract some ghosts to come in.

At that time, regardless of the consequences, he would send them all to hell to be reincarnated.

For example, the last time, he wouldn't just wave his hand and let the mother who wanted to accompany her son to finish the college entrance examination before going to hell leave.

You could say that this would be a little inhumane, but the original accumulation of capital was so bloody.

In order to be made permanent as soon as possible,

Zhou Ze would really do whatever it takes.

At this moment, Zhou Ze saw Wang Ke's wife and the young butler standing there at the stairway, as if they were talking about something. Zhou Ze didn't get too close, but he caught the words "when to get your hair done again."

And to be honest, looking at Wang Ke's wife's slightly shy and pretending to be calm expression at this time, everything was self-evident.

Modern butlers were different from those in the past. This was a new type of profession, and the income was quite high. Generally, only high-end residential areas like this would have modern butlers, who were considered high-level service personnel, whose status was no less than that of "flight attendants" in people's eyes more than ten years ago.

Of course, Zhou Ze wouldn't run over and shout, denouncing the adulterer and adulteress. Wang Ke probably guessed something, but since he, the person involved, deliberately didn't expose it, Zhou Ze, an outsider, had no reason to help.

But as a childhood friend, Zhou Ze would of course feel a little uncomfortable that Wang Ke was being cuckolded.

Mr. Zheng was standing on the balcony smoking a cigar. His expression was slightly relaxed, because Wang Ke had just told him that his daughter's condition had improved greatly.

"Where does Mr. Xu work?" Mr. Zheng finally had the mind to chat with Zhou Ze a few words at this time.

"I run a bookstore."

Zhou Ze replied.

There was no other way, you could only pretend to be elegant in the face of this kind of rich businessman.

"Oh, very good, very good, I'll visit if I have the chance," Mr. Zheng said politely.

Zhou Ze then asked, "Did Miss Zheng just have incontinence? I'm not talented, but I'm proficient in some formulas for regulating the mind and body and consolidating the foundation."

Hearing this, Mr. Zheng's face suddenly sank. He was a rich businessman, so of course he wouldn't lack good doctors. What angered him was that Zhou Ze actually said in front of him that his daughter had incontinence!

She only had urinary incontinence once,

And there was no shit!

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Xu. My daughter is just a little mentally tired, and there's nothing wrong with her physically."

One shouldn't hit a smiling face. Zhou Ze said he wanted to offer a formula to help, so Mr. Zheng naturally couldn't get angry at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze showed a very obvious look of surprise on his face and said:

"Really? But the butler was just talking to someone about this over there, saying that Miss Zheng's crotch was full of..."

Saying this,

Zhou Ze realized that it seemed indecent and inappropriate to say that, so he immediately laughed and said:

"It's good that Miss Zheng is okay, it's good that she's okay."