My sister-in-law's wallet was sent back by an anonymous courier from Zhou Ze.

Um,

Rates are payable on collection.

The two thousand yuan originally contained in it was handed over by Zhou Ze. Anyway, this girl had a lot of pocket money, so he should treat it as the hard work of helping her find her wallet. Zhou Ze felt that his charges were very reasonable.

Then the next day, Zhou Ze saw his sister-in-law posted a message on Moments:

"This thief has such professional ethics. He stole my wallet and returned all my cards and documents by express delivery. There are still many good people in this society."

Zhou Ze looked at this circle of friends and was silent for a while.

Forget it, you better continue to be silly, silly girl, silly people are blessed.

Bai Yingying secretly sent the USB flash drive of the deleted video to the middle-aged man's sister's house. Her sister went to the police station to report the crime that day. A few days later, the local police official Weibo also posted this news.

This incident also caused quite a stir. Many people criticized the girl for being shameless and reckless, but the level of enthusiasm was completely incomparable to when the incident occurred.

And the people who are scolding this girl now probably also scolded that teacher as a "dressed beast".

In short, the days passed so peacefully for several days, and business was still sluggish. Bai Yingying became more addicted to the Internet, made rapid progress, and gradually became obsessed with online games. She could read a dungeon guide every day while sitting there.

A long time.

She is just like an internet addicted girl.

In the evening, we had dinner at Xu Qinglang’s place as usual, with Xu Qinglang’s newly developed Cao Mei Juice.

Zhou Ze felt that he was slowly able to taste some of his food.

After dinner, Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang shared a cigarette as usual.

Xu Qinglang held his mobile phone and scrolled through Weibo, leisurely and leisurely.

Zhou Ze discovered that Xu Qinglang's restaurant business has become more and more deserted recently, and there are fewer and fewer takeaway boys coming in and out. Of course, this is not the reason for the sluggish business and the decline in the reputation of Xu Qinglang's restaurant, but because the man in front of him is getting more and more popular.

Getting lazy.

But according to Xu Qinglang, the problem lies with Zhou Ze.

He hummed and worked from dawn to dusk, while the neighbor next door sat in the bookstore without moving. How could he possibly be able to maintain balance in his heart?

Come on, he is a man with more than 20 houses!

Why can't we live a more comfortable life than the poor guy next door?

So he should live well when he should, enjoy when he should, and rest when he should.

Fallen.

Zhou Ze sighed in his heart.

"Hey, there have been a lot of strange things happening in the East District recently." Xu Qinglang blew out a smoke ring and said.

The East District is to the east of Tongcheng City, slightly away from the city center. The Confucian Temple and the Chenghuang Temple are both there. It is usually more lively during the New Year and festivals. After all, there are many people going to offer incense.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked, shaking off the ashes.

"Look at this, someone posted on Weibo saying that when they passed the Confucian Temple last night, they saw a few costumed cosplay enthusiasts. When they walked over to say hello, they found that they suddenly disappeared."

"There is another story here. It says that when I took my parents for a walk in the woods behind Wenmiao Street, I saw someone reciting poems and writing poems there."

"Another one was posted on Weibo by a driver, saying that when he drove past the Confucian Temple, he heard many people crying on the roadside."

Confucian Temple?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, this matter seemed to have something to do with him.

"However, these things have made the Confucian Temple popular again. It is said that more and more people have gone to burn incense recently, and they all say that the place has become magical." Xu Qinglang said with emotion.

"Haha." Zhou Ze thought about his own affairs.

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. The Confucian Temple is a place where Confucian saints live. It's impossible for any lonely ghosts to go there to cause trouble." Xu Qinglang said.

"There should be some, but someone might have taken care of them in the past." Zhou Ze said.

"What now? What happened to the people who care about them?"

"Killed by me."

"..." Xu Qinglang.

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As a last resort, Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying came to the Confucian Temple together after nightfall.

Last time Zhou Ze was here, he beat the dwarf old man to a pulp, then he patted his sleeves and walked away without taking any clouds with him.

But combined with some recent events, it is clear that without the control of the dwarf old man, the ghosts of the scholars who used to serve as the guard of honor began to slowly become restless and gradually began to let themselves go.

Zhou Ze is a ghost, and he should be in charge of this matter, not to mention that he was the one who killed the dwarf old man. It is indeed his responsibility to clean up the mess.

"Boss, these dead souls can't actually become a big deal. They will disappear in two months. In the past, they were only supported by the system of the Confucian Temple. They didn't cause trouble, and the ghosts turned a blind eye and were too lazy to deal with them.

Now that they have lost their restraints, after they have been dancing around for a few days to vent the sadness in their hearts, the souls that should be scattered will be scattered, and the souls that should be sent to hell will be sent to hell."

Bai Yingying has Mrs. Bai's words and deeds to teach her, and she actually sees these ghosts and gods more clearly than Zhou Ze.

"I can't help but take a look at the situation here. It's better to take them all away." Zhou Ze turned his head slightly, looking for the ghosts of the dead scholars lingering nearby.

The souls of many scholars from past dynasties who were unable to obtain academic honors or who suffered setbacks and committed suicide came to the Confucian Temple with great dissatisfaction. Since then, they have been attracted by the spirit and have become the "honor guard" of the Confucian Temple.

Of course, there must be other people who are just pretending to be here, and they must not all be so-called scholars. After all, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

Those scholars were just reciting poems, composing poems, and crying. Li Baojia of the Qing Dynasty once wrote in the sixth chapter of his "A Brief History of Civilization":

"The scholar's rebellion won't happen in three years. Regardless of whether they have such a thing or not, you don't have to pay attention to him."

But what Zhou Ze is worried about is that if other gadgets are "free" inside, something may happen. If something really happens, he will definitely have to bear part of the responsibility if he is investigated in the end.

But it was quiet tonight, Zhou Ze had smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and Bai Yingying simply lay on the grass and squinted, not even a ghost could be seen.

After getting a little impatient, Zhou Ze reached out and patted Bai Yingying's plump and round part, watching the waves of flesh rolling.

road:

"Shout twice to call out those ghosts."

Bai Yingying rolled her eyes at Zhou Ze and obviously ignored this incident. After getting along for a long time, Bai Yingying also figured out some of Zhou Ze's personality and habits, and she dared to use the right airs to make Zhou Ze

Not to be disgusted.

"The world is like a dream, a statue still shines in the moonlight, and the motherland is wandering around. Really things have changed and people have changed."

A man's voice came from behind the tree.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing long boots and official robes walked out. The man had a long beard that represented majesty. He had a square face and a straight figure. He looked like an official at first glance.

No, it turns out he was an official during his lifetime.

And he still has a long whip on the back of his head.

Bai Yingying stood up slowly, looked at the man in front of her, and then said in surprise:

"Boss, I asked you why you haven't seen the souls of those dead scholars tonight. They have all been swallowed up by him!"

Zhou Ze also noticed that this man looked impressive, but in his belly, you could see many small light spots, which should be the souls of the dead scholars he had swallowed.

"Haha, the prime minister's belly is very good. I am not the prime minister, but at least I have been an official and worshiped Jiuqing. With this belly, there is no problem in letting them go through the imperial examinations and settle down."

"Okay, it's up to you, go down."

Zhou Ze was ready to open the gate to hell and catch this guy.

The other party had swallowed a lot of souls of dead scholars and seemed to be in good spirits, much better than the ordinary souls who often went to his bookstore to read.

But it really got to the point where Zhou Ze was afraid.

They are all ghosts. Whether they have a physical body or not is really two different things.

And he still has nails.

"Are you a local ghost officer?" The man looked at Zhou Ze and said reservedly: "You are qualified to be on an equal footing with me."

"Hey, that's not a bad tone. Has the Qing Dynasty fallen?"

Bai Yingying mocked.

"When a man is talking, do you, a woman, have the right to interrupt? I'm going to stand down." The man scolded with dignity.

Bai Yingying pinched her knuckles and made a crisp sound.

The man looked at Zhou Ze on the other side, who was about to open the door to hell, and said:

"This messenger has a great reputation and a great reputation. Even if he is to be sent down, he shouldn't be so casual, right?

Moreover, I once met an underworld judge in the human world, and the judge said that I would die on March 19, Jiashen year.

I was trembling with fear and panic all day long, and finally got to that day, but after that day, I did not die.

It is enough to show that I have good luck, and even the rules of the Yin Division do not apply to me. Therefore, I still advise you not to waste your efforts.

After my tour of my homeland is over, if I want to go there, I will naturally go there. Maybe after I go down, I can also find a job as an undercover supervisor. If we meet in the future, you have to kneel down and salute me respectfully.
To be continued...