This street could be considered Changzhou’s entertainment hub, with various SPAs and health clubs densely distributed around its perimeter, and many nightclubs inside.

Opposite Dark Night Club was a nightclub called "Canal No. 5."

It was resplendent and grand, exuding style. Men and women flowed in and out, and many security guards stood at the entrance to maintain order.

Dark Night Club, on the other hand, seemed much more low-key.

It had an ordinary door, with no illuminated sign, only a long plaque with black characters on a white background, like those hanging outside supply and marketing cooperatives in earlier years:

"Dark Night Club"

Not only was the club low-key, but even the customers who came and went were discreet. Many wore hats or kept their heads down as they walked in and out, coming and going silently.

Unlike the bustling nightclub entrance, it was more like a drug lord’s distribution den.

"Let’s go, let's go in!"

The little loli took the lead,

but after only two steps, she couldn’t move anymore.

Because Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed her ponytail from behind.

"Zhou Ze!"

The little loli shouted angrily.

"It doesn't seem right for a kid to go to a place like this."

As he spoke,

Zhou Ze pointed to a string of barely noticeable small characters below the sign: "According to the law, persons under the age of eighteen are not allowed to enter this establishment."

"When I was out and about, you were still in the orphanage hoping for a cold soda!"

"Oh."

Zhou Ze remained unmoved.

"What are you doing!"

"I think it's better if someone is outside to keep watch, it's also an extra layer of security, what if an evil spirit escapes?"

"So, I'm outside waiting for you to smash a glass as a signal?"

"Well, you can understand it that way."

"This is a nightclub, I won't even hear you if you smash a fish tank!"

"Be good, watch from outside."

After saying that,

Zhou Ze walked into the door.

The little loli pouted and found a place to sit down next door.

So annoying!

……………

Having lived two lifetimes, the number of times Zhou Ze had been to this kind of entertainment venue could be counted on his fingers. The sand dance that the old Taoist priest took him to could be considered a small increase in experience.

Of course, even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs running.

However,

after entering,

Zhou Ze still felt a little surprised.

After entering the door, instead of going upstairs, he went downstairs. The nightclub was underground. After going down three floors, he passed through a dark passage with almost no lights before the space suddenly opened up.

There was no DJ warming up the atmosphere, nor was there any lively hustle and bustle. The sound system played lyrical piano music.

Here, the decoration was like a cave, and the so-called booths were just futons. Some people sat on them, while others lay there.

The heavily made-up waiters passing through were not the kind of flirtatious make-up, but rather like the ghosts and goblins of Halloween, but with more Eastern characteristics.

For example, long-tongued ghosts, women in red dresses, and so on.

There were also male waiters dressed as Ox-Head and Horse-Face carrying beer back and forth.

In the middle area, a man wearing a square crown, holding a writing brush in his left hand and a book in his right hand, was dancing pole dance.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Zhou Ze's mouth twitched subconsciously.

This was a typical case of being in the system but rebelling against the system,

also known as a two-faced person.

The bosses who opened this nightclub were two ghost messengers, but they actually allowed actors to cosplay judges here to play a special version of uniform temptation.

The thoughts of these two,

were very dangerous.

There were also a few small attractions nearby, such as oil pots, blood pools, and dog-head guillotines. Of course, these were just props and scenes.

A waiter walked up to Zhou Ze and motioned for Zhou Ze to follow him. The waiter helped Zhou Ze choose an empty futon and let him sit down.

Without asking Zhou Ze what he wanted to drink, he brought three bottles of unlabeled red drinks. The waiter said that this was fruit wine, homemade and not available anywhere else.

Here, there was not much room for choice, and there would be no menu for you to order a dazzling array of drinks. If you want to drink, drink this; if you don’t want to drink, there’s nothing else you can order.

After the waiter left, Zhou Ze picked up a glass and took a sip.

It was sour and sweet, and a bit like the strength of old rice wine. The taste was not bad,

but it still didn’t taste as good as Xu Qinglang’s sour plum juice.

The customers who came here were very quiet. Everyone seemed to enjoy the hellish atmosphere that was created, as if they were dreaming and fantasizing that they had really come to hell.

Only Zhou Ze knew clearly that,

in hell,

there would be no waiter to bring you wine, hot towels, and wipe your sweat.

After about a quarter of an hour, the judge actor finished his performance and went down. A woman in gorgeous costume came up, dressed very dignifiedly. Under the not-so-glaring spotlight, she looked very serious and gorgeous, but the material of the clothes and the hollowed-out parts inside created a visual experience similar to being exposed in the rain.

This woman was holding a bowl in her hand,

putting the bowl on her head, and dancing various difficult dances below,

There was water in the bowl on her head, but not a drop of the water spilled out.

After watching for a long time,

Zhou Ze was able to tell,

that this was a cos of Meng Po.

In the eyes of most people, Meng Po should be an old woman, standing in front of the Bridge of Helplessness, letting the people who crossed the bridge drink her Meng Po soup.

Zhou Ze remembered that he had specifically asked the little loli before,

was Meng Po very old?

The little loli shook her head, saying that she had never seen her either. Ordinary ghost messengers might inexplicably fall into the Bridge of Helplessness, erase all their memories, and be reincarnated.

With Meng Po's status, looking at ghost messengers,

was like a high-ranking Japanese officer looking at a puppet soldier during the Anti-Japanese War.

Watching the performance, drinking wine, and experiencing the atmosphere, time passed quickly, as if there was a sense of illusion that one was in hell and did not know the years.

Opposite Zhou Ze,

there were two futons sitting very close to each other, with two women sitting on them. They sat there seriously from beginning to end, their backs straight.

Like two sculptures placed there.

Zhou Ze could still see that they were crying, constantly crying.

Was it because they were touched by the scene?

Zhou Ze thought in his heart.

After a long time, the two women began to drink wine, bottle after bottle of red fruit wine, constantly pouring it into their mouths.

They drank and cried, wiped their tears and continued to drink.

This scene,

amused Zhou Ze.

Many places like to hold "recall the bitterness and think about the sweetness" meetings,

for example, when university leaders face students' requests to install air conditioners in dormitories, they always like to lead students to recall the bitterness and think about the sweetness of how hard and difficult it was to go to school in their era, and how good the conditions are now, and so on.

These two,

after coming here, recalled the sadness and torture in hell,

and then thought about their current good fortune of regaining their bodies and returning to the sun,

shed tears of emotion.

Yes,

they were not humans,

but two evil ghosts.

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked around again,

not to mention that these two guys' auras were not successfully hidden at all,

but even with this exaggerated appearance,

were the two ghost messengers who opened this nightclub really indifferent?

Or were they really following the policy that customers are God, and would not move them no matter what?

After drinking another half a glass of fruit wine, just as Zhou Ze was about to take some action, a man sat down next to him, and also picked up the remaining half a glass of wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Friend, just play here safely and have fun."

The other party was not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, but his eyes were full of melancholy, which was a real melancholy, not a routine for young people to pretend to be sentimental.

"Didn't you see?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the two girls in front.

"I saw it."

The other party smiled,

"However, what if I saw it?"

Zhou Ze was speechless for a moment.

In the past,

he should have been in the position of this young man in this kind of dialogue, and the person talking to him would feel a little helpless or even desperate about his laziness and lack of motivation.

But this time,

the one who felt desperate,

was Boss Zhou himself.

The evil ghosts were right in front of you,

two big merit points were placed in front of you,

but you were too lazy to even take them?

"Did that kid surnamed Liu get beaten up yesterday?" the other party asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded.

"Is he okay?"

"He's okay."

"That's good, otherwise there would be no one to do things in Changzhou. After he came, I felt quite comfortable. Having a colleague who is willing to work allows me to stay here and not go out."

Zhou Ze shook his head and stood up.

No matter how generous or indifferent others were,

Zhou Ze himself still had ambitions for merit points,

and they were right in front of him!

"Hey, didn't you hear me, you outsider!"

The young man reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's sleeve. He was sitting on the ground, leaning his head back.

"They are my guests, drinking some wine here to savor the atmosphere. Don't you think it's cruel to disturb them now?"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

He suddenly thought,

did those people who persuaded him to be motivated in the first place,

also have the urge to strangle him?

Because now Zhou Ze had this urge,

he really wanted to strangle this guy!

"If you don't do it, I'll help you do it, no need to thank me."

Zhou Ze continued to walk forward.

"Don't really piss me off."

The other party warned.

"Get lost!"

Zhou Ze waved his hand, trying to break free from the other party's hand, but the other party's hand stretched out like a water snake and wrapped around, directly locking Zhou Ze's arm.

"Outsider, do you understand the rules?"

At the same time,

the young man shouted to the two girls who were still sitting there crying:

"Ghost messengers are here to arrest people to go to hell!"

Many customers nearby laughed when they heard this shout, thinking it was a timely joke.

But the two girls who had been crying before suddenly trembled and immediately got up in a panic, preparing to escape.

Zhou Ze's eyes narrowed,

his nails instantly grew out,

and directly pierced into the other party's arm.

"Hiss... fuck!"

The young man shouted in pain.

The other party's arm suddenly retracted, but this time it was Zhou Ze's turn to grab the other party's wrist and then slam him to the ground with a shoulder throw.

"Bang!"

The young man gasped in pain,

and angrily roared:

"Don't think that I won't dare to touch you just because you are a ghost messenger. If you really piss me off, I really want to try what it feels like to kill an outsider ghost messenger!

Anyway, I don't want to be this ghost messenger anymore, and I'm not afraid of any consequences!"

Zhou Ze revealed a smile,

bent down,

looked at the other party's handsome face:

"No need to bother trying,

I can directly tell you the answer,

because I have already killed quite a few."