Chapter 15 He Should Be Beaten

Zhou Ze sat down, stopping the assault. Indeed, he had no reason to continue hitting him. Whether or not to have a child was the man's own freedom and power to decide.

Besides,

even the only victim

didn't want him to do it.

"Heh..."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

Sun Tao climbed up from the ground, pointed at Zhou Ze and shouted, "Are you crazy? I'm calling the police. I'm going to get a medical examination."

"You deserved it." Zhou Ze didn't even look up, just blew out a smoke ring.

"You... you... you..." Sun Tao pointed at Zhou Ze, then pushed open the bookstore door and walked out. He cursed his bad luck; why had he inexplicably wandered into this bookstore today?

The infant still wanted to follow him out, but Zhou Ze grabbed it.

The infant struggled, very unhappy, but Zhou Ze ignored its reaction and kept it pinned to the ground.

"What are you following him for? If you keep following, you won't even have a chance in the next life," Zhou Ze said.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."

The infant continued to struggle, unable to understand Zhou Ze's words.

"My lord." The female corpse moved closer to Zhou Ze, sending flirtatious glances, clearly trying to please him. She thought Zhou Ze was keeping the infant for her to nourish herself.

Right?

Most men have a nurturing dream.

The female corpse felt she was a perfect fit,

both in terms of age and figure.

"My lord... mmm... my lord... Boss... mmm... mmm..."

The female corpse swayed her body, shaking just right.

Her intentions were clear;

a spectacular sight.

"He'll keep growing, you know, as long as the nutrition is there."

"Get lost."

"..." The female corpse was speechless.

"Watch him for me. Don't let him run. If you secretly eat him, you'll die too." Zhou Ze stood up expressionlessly.

"Yes, Boss."

The female corpse had no choice but to squat down and grab the infant with both hands.

"Boss, he won't call the police, will he?" The female corpse was afraid of trouble.

"No. A person like him won't make a scene so the whole world knows he got drunk and beaten up."

"Heh, what a face-saving guy." The female corpse sneered.

In fact, Zhou Ze didn't say one thing: that guy's personality was actually the same as his own in the past.

Zhou Ze looked at the palm of his right hand, slowly closed his eyes, murmured something in his heart, and then opened his eyes again.

Well,

nothing happened.

Then, Zhou Ze squatted down, stretched out his palm, and probed towards the infant.

Well,

still nothing happened.

The female corpse, holding the infant, was puzzled at first, but soon realized what Zhou Ze was trying to do, and her body trembled slightly, holding back a laugh.

Zhou Ze glanced at the female corpse. "If you can't hold it in, then don't."

Indeed, Zhou Ze himself had to smile wryly.

The little loli said that the key to the gates of hell was in his hand, but when he first tried to open the door to send a ghost in, he didn't know how to open it.

In any case, the little loli couldn't just be joking with him, putting something like a tattoo on his hand.

"Hahahaha... How could this concubine dare laugh at you, Boss...

Hahahaha... This concubine wouldn't dare be disrespectful to you, Boss...

Hahaha."

"Alright, do you know how to open it?" Zhou Ze asked.

The female corpse shook her head. "Boss, I really don't know. Or is there some kind of incantation?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ze silently recalled the scene when Xu Qinglang told him about the little loli taking back the souls of his parents.

Immediately, he spread out his hand and said in a deep voice:

"The underworld is ordered, the Yellow Springs can be crossed."

"Whoosh..."

Outside the glass door, withered leaves blew past.

It seemed like a crow was flying away, cawing "caw... caw... caw..."

Inside the bookstore, it was still quiet.

In short, there was still no reaction.

"Or, how about changing the incantation?" The female corpse suggested. "Everyone has their own style, right?"

"Are you telling me to shout 'Open sesame'?" Zhou Ze retorted.

"Well, that depends on what position you like, Boss."

The female corpse looked innocent.

Zhou Ze remembered that night when he was fighting, Xu Qinglang had also shouted the incantation "Heaven and earth are boundless, the profound heart is righteous law," and then produced a talisman and a bronze mirror.

But afterwards, as Xu Qinglang said, he had only seen those lines in a TV series before and thought they had a high coolness factor, so he used them, similar to the background music when the protagonist appears in a movie.

In fact, it was useless.

Now that he thought about it, maybe the phrase "The underworld is ordered, the Yellow Springs can be crossed" that the little loli said with her tongue sticking out was also something similar to add coolness.

It seemed that the little loli was no different from Xu Qinglang in terms of fun, even if she was a senior ghost messenger.

With a thought, Zhou Ze's left index fingernail began to grow long.

The female corpse showed a look of fear. She was afraid of Zhou Ze, and what she feared most was Zhou Ze's fingernails. On those fingernails, there was an aura that made her afraid.

This made Zhou Ze himself wonder if the old man who died in front of him was not so simple.

Illegal immigrants were also divided into two categories. One type was like himself in the past, who had to keep their tail between their legs, and the other type was like the one in Rongcheng that the little loli mentioned, who had caused a lot of trouble, and even the ghost messengers found it difficult to deal with.

In short, the old man who infected him with athlete's foot should not be so simple.

The black fingernail pierced into the mark on Zhou Ze's right palm. Then, when Zhou Ze pulled out the fingernail, a black thread was pulled out by Zhou Ze.

Like hot caramel, it was very viscous but constantly cracked.

Zhou Ze drew a square frame with the pulled-out thread.

Then,

the square frame floated up,

and the inside also began to turn black, empty, and gusts of yin wind began to blow.

The infant in the female corpse's hands began to struggle, obviously not wanting to return to hell.

When a person dies, their light goes out,

but not many people can really see it that way.

Many people in their seventies and eighties, or even those who have done all kinds of evil deeds in their lives, are thinking of ways to stay alive, not to mention this little infant.

But Zhou Ze knew that sending him to hell to look forward to a new beginning and reincarnation was the most correct choice.

There was no need to ask for his opinion. At this time, Zhou Ze seemed very domineering. He directly grabbed the infant from the female corpse and then threw him into the dark square frame.

Afterwards, the square frame slowly dissipated, and the air was filled with a faint burnt smell.

The female corpse stuck out her tongue and said nothing.

Zhou Ze was a little distracted. After all, this was the first time he had sent a ghost back to hell. He hadn't done this even for the woman who wanted to accompany her son for the college entrance examination last time.

"Hell, have you been there?" Zhou Ze asked.

"No." The female corpse answered honestly. "And I can't go down."

The female corpse had no soul of her own.

Zombies are not included in the five elements and do not fall into human reincarnation.

This sounded very impressive,

but a sentence should be added later:

People hate them, ghosts despise them, and heaven abandons them!

This meant that if the female corpse had nothing to do and went out for a walk, there was a certain probability that she would be struck by lightning in broad daylight and then directly reduced to ashes.

This world was so unfriendly to her.

Humans have the mortal realm,

ghosts have hell,

and those who do not belong to either are heretics.

Zhou Ze sat back behind the counter. He didn't feel happy, only bored and dull.

If the mortal realm was compared to a production line, then what he did was just throw the scrapped products into the incinerator for remelting.

"Boss, there's a stack of these here."

The female corpse picked up a few hell notes from the tiles and handed them to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He didn't expect there to be rewards this time.

"It's easy to see the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with the little devils." After the female corpse finished speaking, she regretted it a little, but still gritted her teeth and said, "It is the duty of ghost messengers to skin passersby when they send people on their way.

I suppose, his mother must have burned paper money for him."

Zhou Ze nodded and put away the hell notes. There were some left from last time in the drawer behind his counter, but even with these, there were still a bit few.

"Do you have any friends you know? Introduce some business. Being a person... oh no, being a ghost also requires more reading to make better progress."

"Boss, this concubine only knows some wandering ghosts. They have long been cut off from incense offerings and have no money at all. Moreover, they wouldn't dare to come to you. If they were taken in by you, wouldn't they be giving you free performance?"

"Performance?" Zhou Ze heard this for the first time. "Do ghost messengers also have performance quotas?"

"Don't they?" The female corpse asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." Zhou Ze shrugged. He really didn't know, because the little loli had only left him with the sentence "You are the most awesome person I have ever met" and then:

biu

with a sound, she was gone.

She didn't leave him a "Ghost Messenger's Code of Conduct" or "How to Be a Ghost Messenger with Ideals, Struggle, and Pursuit."

"I suppose there should be." The female corpse said with some embarrassment, "Just like my mistress, she stayed in the mortal world for two hundred years, protecting the village and working diligently, just thinking that after returning to hell, she could redeem her previous sins of staying and also seek an official position.

If her temple hadn't been destroyed and the incense was still there, it wouldn't have taken so long."

"Do you know any other ghost messengers?" Zhou Ze asked.

"How could this concubine know so many superiors?"

"Oh." Zhou Ze nodded, thinking that he would have to find someone who knew the ropes to ask in the future.

At this time, the sound of an electric scooter came from outside, it was Xu Qinglang returning.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted."

Xu Qinglang walked into the bookstore and threw a cigarette to Zhou Ze.

"Weren't you going to order the signboard?" Zhou Ze asked.

"That's been ordered. Then I went to get a batch of goods by the way. Wanchai Pier has a special offer recently. I stocked up on some more, which exhausted me."

"Aren't your dumplings made fresh?"

"Hehe, the cola in the fast food restaurant is still bought from the supermarket next door and resold, I don't have the time to make dumplings at home every day."

"Wanchai Pier, it suits you well."

"Right? I also like that flavor... Hey, I'm not chatting anymore, I'm going back to load the refrigerator." Xu Qinglang waved to Zhou Ze and went back to his own shop.

After Xu Qinglang left, the female corpse suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. "You understood?"

The female corpse laughed:

"He is indeed very good-looking, most men would become gay with him.

So,

Wanchai Pier (灣仔碼頭, homophone to "bent boy's wharf" in Chinese)."

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ps: In view of the fact that readers in the book review area often leave messages saying "The author plagiarized 'He Came from Hell'" or "The author's beginning is very similar to 'He Came from Hell'" since the book was published, Long will make a unified reply:

"He Came from Hell" is the book written by Long.