Zhou Ze doesn't know whether there is reincarnation in this world, and whether the so-called karma really exists, but one thing is certain, those who do evil and greed ill-gotten gains will eventually get the punishment they deserve:

At least

They will die of old age.

opened the gates of hell, reached out and grabbed the man in the red shirt, threw him directly inside, and the performance was completed.

Next, Zhou Ze entered the state of salted fish again, lying on the sofa, holding a newspaper, drinking coffee, after experiencing the twists and turns of the mirror world, Zhou Ze felt that this state was the most enjoyable.

Maintaining this posture until the evening, Xu Qinglang walked over and whispered to Zhou Ze: "There is no money in the store's account." ”

The rent of the bookstore is actually not expensive, after all, it is rented from the Xu family, and the Xu family gave the green light when discussing the price.

But everyone's eating and drinking plus water and electricity bills, etc., is not a small amount, the coffee that Boss Zhou is drinking now is imported, and the price is not expensive, Xu Qinglang mixes the wine for the guests are cheap in small bars, but the drinks he himself is not cheap.

In addition, the bookstore's living business is really not very good, just looking at Zhou Ze has never entered the book again until now, you can understand how bad the bookstore's business is.

"Go get the paper money and burn it at the door, burn more."

"Okay."

Xu Qinglang went to get the paper money, and Lao Dao, who was playing with the monkey before, saw this scene and immediately came over.

For Lao Dao, there is no more fun game in this world than burning paper money, more enjoyable than playing slot machines, squatting in front of the store to burn it, and after a while, someone will come over and throw money, which is simply beautiful.

"Take more." Lao Dao muttered beside him.

"That's enough." Xu Qinglang took a pile and said.

"The boss has said to burn more, you save a fart for him."

"Almost, otherwise it would be too loser."

"Does he need you to be his home?" Lao Dao shook his head, "If you want to be a warbler, you will also be a warbler." ”

Xu Qinglang thought about it, as if this was indeed the truth, and simply took out another pile and handed it to Lao Dao, and then Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao took a wad of money and lit it at the door of the bookstore at night.

After the burning, Lao Dao squatted next to him and smoked, waiting for the yuan to come.

In fact, Lao Dao himself also saved a lot of paper money, and sometimes he encountered some ghosts who had no money, and Zhou Ze couldn't look down on those few dark banknotes, so he rewarded Lao Dao.

Lao Dao couldn't help but hide it happily, and the accumulation of a small amount is also a large amount.

And Lao Dao has a dream, that is, after accumulating enough money, he will glue them together with tape to make a piece of clothing, just like the fish skin clothes of the Hezhe tribe, and wear it on his body.

Damn, it will really be humanoid and auspicious when the time comes, and I feel excited when I think about it.

If you go to Macao in that dress, wouldn't it be invincible?

A battery car drove from the front, and Lao Daohe's eyes looked there, and both of them felt that it should be him.

The person who drove the battery car was wearing a blue takeaway suit and a helmet, and at first glance it was the takeaway brother, who didn't think there was anything, but when he passed by this bookstore, he suddenly saw a man and a woman squatting there at the door of the store, and his eyes were staring straight at himself.

"Bang Dang"

A small box fell and it was full of fast food boxes.

The takeaway brother immediately stood up, a little bit of a thief, and immediately picked up his battery car, didn't seem to notice what fell, and drove directly to the road.

"Didi .................."

The sound of car horns came,

Under the gaze of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang,

The takeaway guy crashed directly into the bus in front of him like an iron-headed baby, and he caught up.

"Bang!"

The takeaway brother was knocked out of the air,

The battery car also fell apart directly,

His helmet coincidentally rolled down in front of Lao Dao and Xu Qinglang, and rolled and shook a few times.

It's like a big deal.

Xu Qinglang and Lao Dao glanced at each other, and they both saw a little helplessness in each other's eyes.

"I said burn less." Xu Qinglang complained.

"Damn, you didn't take it yet."

Lao Dao angrily scolded back, and then got up to pick up the meal that the takeaway brother had just thrown back, and after holding it in his hand, Lao Dao immediately felt that something was wrong, and immediately pulled Xu Qinglang into the bookstore.

"What's going on outside, there's a car accident?" Zhou Ze was also disturbed by the noise outside.

Lao Dao took the lunch boxes, took a deep breath, and opened the first lunch box in front of Zhou Ze, which was full of money, and it was still US dollars!

"Well, I'll be a good one."

Lao Dao smashed his mouth, and immediately opened two more boxes, which were still in dollars.

"It's done." Lao Dao couldn't control his hand, and immediately opened the last lunch box, then shouted, and immediately retreated, and the last lunch box actually contained a bag of small blue pills.

It's over, it's over, it's going to be over, it's pills!

Xu Qinglang stood on the side, he was not very excited when he saw the dollars, these dollars were less than 100,000, which was equivalent to hundreds of thousands of yuan, which was not enough for him to have a suite.

But when Xu Qinglang saw the blue pill, there was also a look of surprise on his face.

"Who dropped it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"A takeaway guy." The old brother replied.

"What about others?"

"Oh, he was the one who had the car accident outside, and the whole person was knocked away." Lao Dao pointed outside.

Zhou Ze stood up and walked to the door to take a look, there were already a lot of melon-eating people gathered at the scene of the car accident, but he could also see through the gap that the takeaway brother was lying on the ground bleeding uncontrollably, and it was estimated that it would not work.

"Get some more paper money and burn it at the door, don't get into trouble." Zhou Ze instructed the old man.

"Okay." Lao Dao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and immediately went to the drawer to take out a few dark bills and burned them at the door, this time not to ask for money, but to avoid trouble.

Zhou Ze pointed to the dollar on the table, motioned for Xu Qinglang to put it away, and then he picked up the bag containing the blue pill and walked to the bathroom.

"Bang la la ............"

A large bag of small blue pills was poured directly into the toilet bowl by Zhou Ze, and then flushed the toilet, and those small pills also went into the sewer.

In fact, this bag of pills may be more valuable, but Boss Zhou is unmoved, just like the father and son who ate steamed buns last time, this kind of thing is a living person who damages his yin virtue and bequeath his descendants, even if it is a ghost, he is not willing to touch it.

After doing this, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and walked out.

The police and ambulances soon came, the takeaway brother had a serious car accident, and he died directly, not many police came at first, just as an ordinary car accident to deal with, but then a lot of police came, and the atmosphere was different all of a sudden.

Zhou Ze estimated that it should be the police who found out the true identity of the takeaway brother and started a big investigation, and the police came to the bookstore to make eyewitness records, and Lao Dao was responsible for the reception.

After finishing it, Lao Dao smiled and said, "It's really a drug dealer, we can burn a dead money at the door of our own house to do the right thing for heaven." ”

"What he left behind?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"We're lucky, or the money we burned later has worked, and the two cameras here have a problem with the line today, and they happened to strike, so we can use those dollars ourselves."

When Zhou Ze heard this, he nodded, the money obtained from burning the dead money is basically ill-gotten gains, so there is no psychological burden to use it himself.

"Hey, Deadpool, come over and clean up."

The priest, dressed in Deadpool's clothes, stood up, took the mop from Lao Dao's hand, and began to clean up.

Lao Dao was not idle, and began to set up tables and chairs and clean up the coffee table.

Because the boss has a habit of cleanliness, this kind of cleaning has to be done once a day.

Zhou Ze walked upstairs, Bai Yingying was already in the bedroom, she was sitting on a chair and watching a movie with headphones on.

In fact, Bai Yingying's appearance has basically recovered for a while, but that is only the surface, and the inner deficit can only be helped to recover after Zhou Ze's body recovers.

But she sat there like this, her white hair falling down, her feet on the desk, and more serene than before.

Especially the pair of little feet kept bending and stretching gently, as if they could hook the soul.

Beautiful curves, just the right curvature.

Zhou Ze couldn't help but stand at the door and looked at it for a while, people always have an impulse to appreciate beautiful things.

"Boss, boss, no, no!"

Lao Dao ran up with something in his hand.

"Boss?"

The white warbler took off her headphones and walked over.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, here's the card I found under the chair, a few dead notes."

Generally speaking, after sending the ghost to hell, the "road money" left by the ghost will usually be left on the ground or upside down under the chair where the ghost sat before, and these places will be paid attention to when the old Taoist cleans.

But this is the first time that a small card is sandwiched between the banknotes, and the card is black, not like the kind of thing that would be stuffed through the crack in the door at night in a hotel.

The card is a little icy at the beginning, and there are two lines engraved on it:

"Welcome to the lost town, a new home for the dead"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, the new destination of the deceased?

The fate of the dead should be hell, so why did a small town suddenly pop up here?

"Boss, this is a business steal!" Lao Dao shouted directly.

Zhou Ze nodded,

Right

It's really a business grab.

"No wonder boss, you haven't had a ghost come to the door during the time you've been unconscious, I still think it's strange." The white warbler said.

Boss Zhou likes to lie in the bookstore and read the newspaper, drink coffee, and be a salted fish, which is also based on the fact that there are dead souls who come to the door every day to send performance and send money.

And according to the rules of the Yin Division, each area of the yang world has a corresponding ghost difference in charge, in this area, the ghost difference is to monopolize the local ghost express industry, and once there is a monopoly, and get used to the monopoly, if there is any competition, the monopolist will definitely not think about improving the service level to increase their competitiveness, but instinctively will choose to annex and suppress.

For example, at this time, Boss Zhou didn't think about developing any new activities in his bookstore to attract the souls to his door, but instinctively chose a more direct and crude way.

"Call Lin Ke, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, we will go out."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, and Xiao Lori also had to work hard in this matter, all the time, Zhou Ze ate meat, and Xiao Lori can also improve her performance by drinking soup next to her, and this strange competitor is equivalent to smashing their business together.

"Go out and talk to them?" Lao Dao asked.

Zhou Ze looked at Lao Dao and smiled,

Road:

"them."

Anything that affects the existence of my salted fish,

are all heretics,

It must be resolutely combated!

Whoever stops me from salting fish,

Die!