Evil ghosts in Hell really don't have much human rights, or rather, ghost rights.
Even in the Yang realm (mortal world), they can have the capital to stir up trouble;
But in Hell, when evil ghosts look up, they suddenly discover that those sitting densely packed above them are the real "evil ghosts."
Even if he is the best of the best among evil ghosts, otherwise, he wouldn't have been taken by Di Ting (mythical beast) to be a bodyguard for his bath attendant.
But no matter how well chosen,
Facing the three enforcement team bosses releasing their own aura,
This excellent evil ghost,
Still turned around tremblingly and cautiously, then slowly returned to the bedside, climbed onto the hospital bed again, and gave the three bosses a subtle but flattering smile in return.
Then he reintegrated into the boy's body.
From whence he came, to whence he shall return.
This is the best outcome; Qing is unwilling to create too much disturbance here.
This boy's identity is not simple;
Another reason is that the old Taoist said many times that he wanted peace and stability.
Immediately after,
Qing nodded gently,
Liang and You slowly closed their eyes, fell backward, and lay back on the hospital bed again.
Breathing stopped, heartbeat paused, continuing to play dead.
The ward,
Returned to calm.
………………
"Ah~~"
Zhou Ze stretched lazily,
Picked up his coffee and took a sip.
The rich coffee, paired with an even richer sugary sweetness, instantly allowed the taste of sugar water to overwhelm the preciousness of the coffee.
The more he drank,
The more his heart ached.
Lawyer An picked up his Super Cup and sat opposite Zhou Ze,
"Glug glug glug…………"
Zhou Ze seemed to see,
Above Lawyer An's head,
Constantly popping up "+1+1+1+1 Stones…………"
Kidney stones, barring accidents, are actually related to lifestyle and diet. It's easy to see that older people are more likely to suffer from kidney stones, mostly because they've lived in poverty for too long. Generally speaking, people who are used to rich, meaty diets are prone to the three highs (high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol) and not prone to kidney stones.
Zhou Ze was even thinking about suggesting that Lawyer An not bother with surgery to remove the kidney stones. If he just held on, maybe they would form a golden elixir and he could ascend to immortality.
Perhaps those Golden Core stage immortals in myths and legends,
Fly through the sky on their swords during the day, free and unrestrained;
But at night, they lie in bed, tormented by kidney stones, wishing they were dead.
The afternoon sun carries its own gentleness. Some people are napping, others continue to work up a sweat. The sun is impartial because it is very, very high;
But when it falls, even the most impartial things will no longer be equal.
Enjoying the comfort of the afternoon, just as Zhou Ze was about to call Yingying over so he could take a nap, a burst of ghost energy suddenly erupted from the west.
The location was far away, probably in the city, but quite a distance from the bookstore.
Lawyer An put down his Super Cup and said with some helplessness:
"Which fierce ghost is courting death again? Trying to get struck by lightning, huh?"
In the past year, there have been many more fierce ghost incidents than usual. However, something like this, directly leaking ghost energy to this extent, is unprecedented.
This isn't called arrogance; it's called suicide.
Everyone knows that the gods are three feet above their heads (a Chinese saying that means that the gods are watching everything you do), and zombies, demons, and ghosts all have a kind of feeling. When they look up at the sky, they always get a deep sense of awe.
It's like when you're playing with your phone in class, you have to look out the window from time to time, afraid that the teacher's figure will suddenly appear there.
On this point,
Boss Zhou has the most to say,
After all,
He's been struck by lightning more than once.
Feng Si, holding a cocktail, had been sitting at the bar. He walked over with his glass at this moment and said:
"It's not a fierce ghost; it's more like a yamen runner (official servant)."
Then,
Feng Si added another sentence:
"He's fighting for his life."
Zhou Ze and Lawyer An understood immediately after hearing this.
After the Nine Attendants consolidated the Yin-si (underworld bureaucracy), they sent a large number of judges and inspectors to begin a major purge of the grassroots-level ghost messengers and constables in the Yang realm.
It could also be said to be... a reckoning.
In the Yang realm, every year, countless people participate in the national civil service examination.
Is the employment situation bad? Take the civil service exam.
Want to find a good wife? Take the civil service exam.
Want to live a stable life? Take the civil service exam.
Heartbroken and not in a good mood? Take the civil service exam.
The underworld is the same. The ghost messenger group, which is the largest in number, has been treated as a consumable by the Yin-si for a very long time.
Besides, in Hell, it's really hard to find big bananas and kiwis, but the number of ghosts who want to be ghost messengers is truly endless.
Therefore,
Under the guidance of this guiding principle,
The cleaning formation,
Naturally had to be as fierce as possible.
Those who commit crimes, kill!
Those who are crafty and lazy, kill!
Those who collude internally and externally, kill!
Those who deceive their superiors and conceal from their subordinates, kill!
Do you really think that sending so many judges and inspectors up here is to talk to you about evidence and open a trial?
It's just to make it easier to kill people.
Feng Si came to Tong City early, and it was actually for this purpose. With him here, managing this area, he can effectively protect the peace and quiet here.
After all,
The bookstore really hasn't missed any of the above four charges, and they are all serious offenses!
"Is this a constable from another place being chased to our Tong City?" Lawyer An said with some surprise.
In the Tong City area, this region, plus the nearby cities, is naturally all within Feng Si's sphere of influence.
As a newly promoted judge who can directly advance from the red belt to the yellow belt relying on "beauty,"
It's estimated that not many colleagues would dare to be so disrespectful.
Lawyer An, who had been in the system before, naturally knew this as well.
Therefore, it's only possible that an inspector or judge from another place chased his target all the way to Tong City.
"Go take a look?"
Feng Si asked Lawyer An,
But his eyes were on Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze shook his head; he was too lazy.
Feng Si is trying hard to get used to Zhou Ze's way of interacting. He is essentially the same type of person as Lawyer An, except that Lawyer An's edges were salted away long ago, while Feng Si is still in the stage of thrashing about in the snow-white crystals of the salt field.
"Hey, the aura is getting closer and closer. He's running to our place." Lawyer An stood up. He wouldn't miss such excitement delivered to his doorstep.
Boss Zhou helplessly put down the newspaper, finished the last sip of coffee in his cup, and stood up as well. He straightened his sleeves and led the way to the bookstore door.
Just as he pushed open the bookstore door and walked out,
He saw a middle-aged man in a black short-sleeved shirt running wildly towards them.
The man was covered in blood.
These were just superficial wounds.
The real injury was to the man's soul, which was constantly dissolving. Clusters of black mist were rising from the top of the man's head.
Behind the man, two yamen runners in purple official robes were chasing him.
Inspectors,
Not judges.
The three men were surrounded by a grim ghost aura, forming a special barrier. There were many people on South Street in the afternoon, but no one could see this combination of "pursuit" and "escape" taking place.
So, sometimes you suddenly trip and fall for no reason while walking, or inexplicably hit your head on a telephone pole;
It may be a coincidence,
But don't think it's purely a coincidence.
It's possible that
Something bumped into you while running;
Or,
He stood in front of you, blocking your view.
"Is that a Nine Sons Interlocking Lock in his hand?"
Lawyer An pointed to the man running wildly towards them and said.
Zhou Ze looked over and, sure enough, found the uniquely shaped copper lock in the man's hand. The copper lock kept making a trembling sound, forcing the inspectors chasing behind him to slow down again and again.
At the constable stage,
To actually be able to maneuver between two inspectors,
To be honest,
It's enough to be proud of.
This also shows from the side that there are many capable people in this world.
Even a group full of good-for-nothings can produce exceptional individuals.
It's just that
Such a person,
No matter how successful,
Will never reach Boss Zhou's level.
That's fate; there's no comparison.
"He should be killed." Feng Si said.
The Nine Sons Interlocking Lock is made by collecting the souls of nine infants born at specific times and refining them. It is a very good magic weapon.
To be able to do such a heinous thing and still hide until now, if it weren't for this great purge, it might not have been exposed. This constable is also quite capable.
Boss Zhou glanced at Feng Si, who was standing to the left of his body.
When saying "he should be killed,"
Feng Si was righteous and awe-inspiring,
With a kind of compassionate and indignant heartache.
Actually,
Feng Si had also done similar things before, raising blood jade to absorb people's essence and grow, but he was more skilled at keeping himself out of it.
This feeling is really like a certain official who was still shouting "We can't let the people point at our backs, comrades!" at a conference on clean governance on the first day, and was then double-regulated (investigated) for corruption on the second day.
However, Feng Si is now one of his own people, so there's no point in digging up old dirt.
Boss Zhou doesn't have that kind of moral fastidiousness. As long as he doesn't know about it, as long as he doesn't see it, he can be indifferent.
Finally,
The constable, who didn't know where he was fleeing from, rushed across the street and was about to reach the bookstore door.
He was almost unable to hold on, he was already tired, and he was even approaching the end of his rope.
Finally,
He stopped,
He turned around,
Facing the two inspectors who had been chasing him all the way,
A sinister smile appeared on his face,
Pointing behind him, he said:
"Come on, believe it or not, I'll drag the people here down with me. If I die, you'll have to bear the karma!"
He wasn't specifically pointing at the three of Zhou Ze standing at the bookstore door,
But generally referring to so many people on South Street at this time,
But the direction of his finger happened to be Zhou Ze standing there.
This was the constable's last gamble,
And then,
The constable was suddenly ecstatic,
Because he saw that the two inspectors who had been chasing him actually stopped!
Yes,
They cared,
They were afraid,
They were afraid of hurting the innocent!
He,
Had hope of surviving!
But then,
The constable was puzzled and shocked,
He saw that the two inspectors actually knelt down to him.
Was this,
An attempt to kneel down in exchange for him showing mercy to the ordinary people nearby?
The constable suddenly felt it was absurd,
Absurdly unreal…
You are the Yin-si (underworld bureaucracy)! Do you have to be so close to the people and put on such a show!
But then, an even more horrifying scene appeared for the constable.
The two inspectors respectfully knelt on one knee,
And respectfully said:
"Greetings, Lord."