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Chapter 58 It's a Thing

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    The man was silent. At this moment, he was a little lost.

    Zhou Ze originally thought that he would turn into a ghost, just like the souls of the victims who were set on fire by the delivery boys in his bookstore.

    Once the existence of ghosts turns into fierce ghosts, their obsession will be completely solidified, and the road of reincarnation will be completely cut off. The only ending is to disappear in smoke.

    It's a bit like a person who took more than a hundred times the amount of stimulants in a short period of time, and then of course got high to the sky. Of course, after the high, the body is ready to be collected.

    However, the one in front of him seemed a little calm.

    Very lost, very hesitant, very helpless, and very tangled.

    He looked back at the Confucian Temple behind him, and sighed: "So, in the eyes of the sages, as I grew up reading the books of the sages, am I actually the same as those shabby households who failed the imperial examination?"

    ?I thought I was unique, I thought I was lucky, and even a ghost judge couldn't judge my fate. Who knows, in the end, it was nothing more than my own high self-esteem.

    In fact, he should have figured it out a long time ago, otherwise he would not have been imprisoned here for hundreds of years, ignorant all day long, not even capable of self-awareness, and could only follow generations of beaters around the Confucian Temple.

    The man looked at Zhou Ze: "Do you think I should die?"

    Zhou Ze didn't answer.

    "I have a good friend, surnamed Liu, after learning that the late emperor hanged himself on Meishan, he led the whole family to commit suicide in the house and followed the late emperor."

    The man whispered softly,

    "The day before the accident, he had a thirteen-year-old granddaughter who secretly came to my mansion, hoping to seek my asylum. Her mother was a concubine and wanted to give her a chance to survive.

    Then my old friend came to the door in person and picked up his granddaughter.

    In the end, more than 20 members of the Liu family hanged themselves together, and the little granddaughter was stabbed to death with a sword. She didn't want to die, but she died anyway.  "

    The man smiled, "You think this is the way to do it, right?"

    Zhou Ze did not remain silent this time, but said, "She shouldn't die."

    "Yes, she doesn't deserve to die, so I think, whether to die or live, everyone has their own calculations in their hearts. I know that my relatives don't want to die, and my children don't want to die, so I have to grit my teeth and live.  go down.

    I not only live for myself, I have to live for their family.

    In addition, during my tenure in the Later Dynasty, there were countless people alive, which reduced a lot of murders.

    Just like Li Shimin after Xuanwumen, he knew that he was destined to leave an indelible stain on history, so he tried his best to be a good emperor.

    At that time, I also had this mentality.

    ?I always feel that doing more good deeds and living more people, even if I failed to die for the country, but I still have a useful body to do something that is beneficial to the people of the country and the country, can be regarded as making up for my mistakes on the other hand.  "

    The man said a lot, obviously, he was not convinced.

    In ancient times, scholars called themselves disciples of sages, because they read books from sages and learned the principles of sages, but now it is obvious that everyone in the Confucian Temple beat him as an unfilial son.

    He was originally from the Jiuqing family, but after his death, he was treated the same as those who committed suicide after failing the imperial examination in the Confucian Temple.

    This has already explained the attitude of the saints.

    Zhou Ze slowly squatted down, looked at the man in front of him, thought for a while, and said, "I am familiar with what you just said. Counting back less than a hundred years, someone once said something similar to you."  rhetoric.

    His name is Wang Jixin.

    When the nation was in peril, he became a traitor and worked as a minion for the tiger. He nicknamed it Curve Salvationism.  "

    The man opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

    "You have been the censor of the previous dynasty, and you have become the Jiuqing of the later dynasty, so you don't have to make excuses for yourself anymore.

    The most essential reason is actually very simple,

    The water is too cold.  "

    Hearing the words, the man showed shame and anger on his face, and glared at Zhou Ze angrily.

    Zhou Ze spread his hand, his nails grew out, and then he pulled out the symbol on the palm of his right hand, drew a circle, and the gate of hell was opened.

    "Please, what you want is a decent person, go in by yourself.

    If I catch it myself, I lose even the last bit of decency.  "

    The man stood up and walked forward step by step. Before stepping into the door, he stared at Zhou Ze with a slightly deep look:

    "Do you think,Some things, such as this chair, are really uncomfortable to sit on, so they can be replaced with sofas.  "

    If I have money, I would like to change it too.

    "How about my share investment, you take care of this place." The girl said to Zhou Ze, stroking the dog's head.

    Zhou Ze knew that she just wanted to repay herself, so it didn't matter even if she lost money and played, but Zhou Ze couldn't agree.

    Can't you ask people if you mind sharing dividends and receiving money?

    Burned the money that can accumulate Yin virtue?

    ? When the Taoist priest said this to himself, Zhou Ze regarded the other party as evil,

    Um,

    So Zhou Ze didn't want to be seen as evil by the girl in front of him.

    At this moment, there was a loud "laugh" from the noodle shop next door, and then, Xu Qinglang, who was wearing pajamas with a provocative posture, ran out, came to the bookstore next door, and confronted Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying who was wiping shit.  shouted:

    "I won the lottery, one hundred thousand!"

    Xu Qinglang is very happy. When people are happy, they always want to share. The only place where they can find living people near him is the bookstore next door.

    However, it seems that the two bookstores next door are not alive

    "Congratulations." Zhou Ze congratulated.

    "Tsk tsk, give me a bag, Boss Xu." Bai Yingying took the opportunity to eat some happy money.

    "Small meaning, small meaning." Xu Qinglang began to pretend to be reserved, and then saw that there was a young and beautiful girl beside him, and immediately said more reservedly:

    "It's only 100,000 yuan, and it's only 80,000 yuan after tax. It's just a lottery. For me, who has more than 20 resettlement houses in Shiqiao District, it's just a drizzle, and it doesn't really matter to my life.  Influence."

    "Stone Bridge District?" the girl asked.

    "Yes." Xu Qinglang replied.

    The Shiqiao District is close to the city center, and the price of houses there is higher than other places, so naturally it can be more affordable, oh no, it can be more reserved.

    "Oh, that should be my neighborhood."

    "Your family also lives there?" Xu Qinglang smiled brighter, "Next time, will we have a chance to have coffee together?"

    "My family doesn't live there."

    "what does that mean?"

    "I mean, it should be my company that demolishes your home and compensates you for resettlement housing."

    "" Xu Qinglang.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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