Chapter 131 Just a Little More

Days passed, two more of them. Strangely enough, not a single ghost came knocking. Every night, Boss Zhou sat in the bookstore,

waiting,

waiting,

waiting until he was practically staring holes into the darkness, but still nothing.

Even Bai Yingying couldn’t bear to watch anymore. It was rare for the boss, with his lazy nature, to throw himself so wholeheartedly into work, only to have no customers show up.

As for the little girl who had tied up Bai Yingying, she hadn't reappeared, and her identity remained a mystery.

She could be an anomaly from that village,

but she also might not be from the village at all.

Her appearance could have been just to connect the dots and guide him to pay attention to the Sanxiang Village incident, using his hands to take care of it.

Zhou Ze had speculated about her identity, even wondering if she was someone of a higher rank than a ghost messenger?

Like a constable?

Or even… a Judge of Hell (pan guan)?

It was just that Zhong Kui's image was too deeply ingrained; if a Judge of Hell was that little girl, it made Zhou Ze worried about Hell's aesthetics and customs.

A little loli was one thing, but if a Judge of Hell was also a delicate little girl, did that mean the Ten Kings of Hell were all macho men with big…hearts?

Of course, it was just a joke, probably impossible.

The little loli was still tracking down the priest's whereabouts, and there was a message halfway through saying that she was close to finding him. Zhou Ze didn't let her look for that little girl anymore. Someone who could directly overturn and tie up a two-hundred-year-old female corpse like Bai Yingying, as long as she didn't have malicious intentions, he didn't need to provoke her.

Besides, the other party hadn't played any detrimental role in the whole thing.

But when could he find the next ghost?

Just one more was needed.

“Come back soon!

I can’t wait any longer!

Come back soon…”

The song played from the bookstore's speakers. Zhou Ze coughed and looked at the monkey, who silently changed the song.

The old Taoist sat across from him. Since there weren't many customers, he was sitting there cracking sunflower seeds and watching TV, quite leisurely. Recently, international news had been quite eventful, with one thing after another happening, making it dizzying.

Zhou Ze stood up and poured himself a glass of water. As he passed the old Taoist, the old Taoist suddenly spoke,

"Boss, does Hell have TV stations?"

"What do you think?"

"It should, right?" the old Taoist guessed.

"Heh." Xu Qinglang, who was over there mixing a new flavor of cocktail, chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? You haven't died before. You have no right to speak if you haven't died," the old Taoist stubbornly said.

"Then tell me, if Hell had TV programs, what would they broadcast?" Xu Qinglang teased the old Taoist.

"Hmph."

The old Taoist subconsciously cleared his throat and then said,

"Now broadcasting Infernal News, here are the highlights:

The representative of the Eastern Underworld, King Yama, meets with Hades, the Lord of the Western Hell.

The two sides held friendly consultations on the issue of ferrying the souls of the deceased from the East and West;

Hell's Judge Zhong Kui inspects the underworld's land registration work, resolutely cracking down on the phenomenon of evil ghosts occupying land."

Zhou Ze listened for a while, shook his head, and walked back to his original seat.

Xu Qinglang was stunned for a moment; he was impressed by the old Taoist's glib tongue.

At this moment, it started to rain outside, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Zhou Ze didn't take it seriously at first, but slowly his expression became serious. In the depths of the rain curtain, a woman in a qipao holding a red paper umbrella stood there.

The other party's red umbrella covered her head, but according to that angle, she was actually looking at him.

However, this time not only did the old Taoist not notice anything, but even Xu Qinglang didn't feel anything at all.

The qipao woman didn't move her feet,

but her whole person was gradually getting closer to Zhou Ze,

and in a few moments she was standing directly outside the glass window next to Zhou Ze's seat.

A beautiful figure, a beautiful face, the most exquisite skin in the world, but inside, it was all a nest of snakes, scorpions, and maggots.

Zhou Ze had seen these qipao women who held umbrellas and chanted on the road to the Yellow Springs more than once, but this time, the other party had appeared in the mortal realm.

Zhou Ze walked out of the bookstore door. The qipao woman turned around and began to distance herself again. In this rain curtain, her figure seemed so hazy.

If it were an ordinary person, they might develop a kind of infatuation and pursuit, in the rain, this kind of woman can often make you ignore the fear and strangeness, and instead wholeheartedly fall at her feet.

"Hey."

Zhou Ze called out.

But the other party was still walking. Her arrival seemed to be just to attract Zhou Ze's attention, and then take Zhou Ze to another place. She should be like a messenger.

The person behind the scenes who could have a qipao woman who could walk back and forth on the road to the Yellow Springs act as a messenger must be extraordinary.

However, seeing that the qipao woman had distanced herself from him, Zhou Ze turned around and went back to the bookstore.

What a joke,

you come coolly, without saying a word,

and you leave coolly, do I have to keep chasing after you and shouting like the male protagonist in a bitter drama?

This isn't Hell, it's the mortal realm.

This bad habit,

is really being indulged.

After closing the bookstore door, Zhou Ze stretched and sat back in his seat, asking Bai Yingying to pour him a cup of coffee.

What he didn't know was that in the instant he turned around and walked into the bookstore,

the ethereal qipao woman in the distance "creaked" and stepped into a puddle,

She turned her head,

revealing her face covered in maggots reveling,

somewhat incredulous!

He,

actually went back just like that?

Afterwards, she seemed to hesitate, wondering if she needed to walk through it again?

In the same posture as before, with the same temperament as before?

"Splash."

A pair of black rain boots stepped into the puddle. A man with completely white hair reached out and flicked the raindrops off his hat brim. His slightly pale hand was placed on the qipao woman.

The qipao woman immediately began to wither, turning into a paper figure, slowly getting wet in the rain, and finally, completely rotting in the puddle.

"Forget it, since I can't invite him, then I'll just pay a visit myself."

The man was wearing a coffee-colored coat in a distinct British style, but his head of white hair made his temperament seem a bit out of place.

At this age, this kind of hair,

it was totally the emo style that was popular ten years ago.

But the man still went his own way, walking slowly, and finally, he walked to the door of the bookstore and pushed it open.

What caught his eye was the woman at the bar mixing drinks,

oh no,

on closer inspection,

there was an Adam's apple,

was it a man?

The white-haired man couldn't help but take another look at Xu Qinglang.

Interesting,

a man who looks more beautiful than a woman is working as a bartender here.

Looking further, Bai Yingying appeared in the white-haired man's sight, holding a cup of coffee as she walked over, petite and charming.

A zombie?

Taken in by the shop?

The man pondered silently. He had arrived, but no one in the shop could see him, including Zhou Ze, who was sitting there taking the coffee and preparing to read the newspaper.

People have always had an innate fear of things,

that is, things they can't see.

And Zhou Ze was able to see the woman holding the umbrella, but he couldn't see the person who was already standing at his bookstore door, someone even he couldn't see.

A little monkey ran past the white-haired man with its toy hammer. With its natural agility, it didn't notice anything unusual, completely unaware that there was a person next to it, looking down at it.

But in the eyes of the white-haired man, this monkey was emitting a strong baleful aura.

Originally a spiritual monkey, it had cultivated the feeling of a fierce ghost, but these things were suppressed and couldn't be revealed.

"Achoo!"

The old Taoist sneezed heavily.

The white-haired man looked at the old Taoist,

and then,

his gaze fell directly on the old Taoist's crotch, where there was a group of bright yellow light symbols.

The white-haired man closed his eyes, feeling that it was a bit of an eyesore.

This shop,

was really interesting.

A small ghost messenger had arranged his residence to be so rich, filling it with so many strange people and things.

Finally, the white-haired man looked at Zhou Ze,

and walked up to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, and his hand suddenly shook, some coffee falling on his cuff.

Bai Yingying on the side was quick-witted and quickly came over to help wipe it off, while also taking off Zhou Ze's stained coat to get Zhou Ze a clean coat to change into.

When the boss could be particular, he was really very particular,

but fortunately, Comrade Yingying was used to it.

The white-haired man sat down in front of Zhou Ze, the two of them actually sitting face to face.

"A temporary ghost messenger?"

The white-haired man murmured to himself,

"The ghost messengers in this small place of Tong City are being replaced so quickly."

Zhou Ze looked around in confusion, always feeling that something was wrong. Did that qipao woman who showed off and left just like that?

She left,

and there was no follow-up?

What Zhou Ze didn't know was that the follow-up was sitting right in front of him.

A writing brush appeared in the white-haired man's hand, gently stroking it with his fingertips.

"Ninety-nine percent, just a little bit short of being officially hired."

The white-haired man smiled,

"Then I'll do you a favor and help you make up for the last bit, so you can become official.

But since it's a public matter,

you have to kneel down to me,

and pay your respects to me."

Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little sore in his knees, and this feeling was intensifying, everything was happening inexplicably.

The white-haired man sat there calmly, holding the brush. Seeing that Zhou Ze just stood up and hammered his legs, he was a little surprised. Why was Zhou Ze's reaction so slow?

Ordinary ghost messengers should immediately tremble and kneel down after being stimulated by a wisp of his leaked aura.

Are you different from others?

The white-haired man frowned slightly, and said softly,

"Kneel."

Zhou Ze's pupils shrank suddenly,

and his body stiffened directly, like a person who was originally lying in a warm bed suddenly being sent naked into the freezing cold.

"Boss, your certificate, you forgot to take your certificate out of your dirty clothes."

Bai Yingying walked over with Zhou Ze's certificate and handed it to Zhou Ze.

The certificate returned to Zhou Ze's hand,

and the previously indifferent white-haired man suddenly opened his mouth,

Behind Zhou Ze,

he saw a big mountain, and under the mountain, there was vaguely a figure of a monkey;

Monkey moving a mountain, mountain-moving ape monkey,

Its body was ten thousand zhang,

only carrying Mount Tai!

With a crisp "plop,"

the white-haired man was directly frightened and knelt down,

incredulously saying:

"Lord…Fu Jun?"

After saying this, the white-haired man's already invisible figure directly collapsed and dissipated into nothingness.

………………

A pitch-black place,

the white-haired child who was originally dozing off against the old locust tree suddenly opened his eyes,

He seemed to have had a dream, covered in cold sweat. Behind the child, there was a huge writing brush on his back, which seemed a bit out of place.

The child looked lost.

Suddenly,

below,

under the old locust tree,

a pair of blood-red eyes as big as two rooms appeared, like two huge lanterns, hanging in the sky.

The old locust tree was growing on its body.

It grew horns like a deer, a head like a camel, a mouth like a donkey, eyes like a turtle, ears like an ox, scales like a fish, whiskers like a shrimp, abdomen like a snake, and feet like an eagle. It could be called a complete nine-oddity, even more exaggerated and strange than the so-called four-oddity.

"Didn't I allow you… astral travel… for three months… you woke up… a bit early…………"

The child pursed his lips, with a flattering look on his face, and said:

"I was thinking of waking up early to weed for Ancestor and catch lice."

The child,

didn't tell the truth.

The giant beast below seemed very satisfied with this answer, slowly lowered its head, and said:

"You have a heart… It was not in vain that I asked the Bodhisattva… for you… for the Judge of Hell medallion…………"

"That's right, without Ancestor, I would still just be a wandering soul in the Underworld, how could I have today's good fortune."

The child began to weed for the locust tree,

very diligently,

meticulously.