Chapter 1759

"Second Master, it's regrettable that I have to meet you under these circumstances, and I see your most embarrassed side."

Zhou Andong looked down from above, his face still bearing a gentle smile, but in Rao Zhanhua's eyes, it was nothing but mockery and humiliation toward him.

"Actually, I didn't want to come." Zhou Andong crouched down: "After all, Second Master has been calling the wind and summoning the rain in Dongcheng for so many years, and my impression of him has always been that of a towering figure.

So, I thought I should keep Second Master's most perfect image in my heart. But I also felt that since I've fulfilled my promise, if I didn't come to see him, I would be too sorry to him, and I guess I'll feel uneasy about it for the rest of my life."

Rao Zhanhua stared fixedly at Zhou Andong: "Do you believe me? As long as I make one phone call, this lackey will personally escort me out of the Public Security Bureau, and Dongtai will continue operating tomorrow, with guests still pouring in."

"I don't believe it!" Zhou Andong laughed and shook his head: "I know fortune-telling, and it's a family heirloom skill—I'm especially good at reading faces. Yesterday I observed that your Yintang is dark, your gaze is dull, your lips are cracked and tongue scorched, your spirit is scattered—you will surely encounter a blood disaster soon."

A group of people listened and watched, especially Yang Mulin and Tang Fuyuan, feeling that if Zhou Andong set up a stall on the street to tell fortunes, it would bring him greater achievement than his business.

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and continued speaking with a somewhat sorrowful tone.

"This will be our last meeting, and it's also another reason I came to see you. After all, we've known each other for a while—you're going to die, I can't see you off on your final journey, but I can pave the way for you in advance."

Pave the way? Pave what way?

Zhou Andong muttered a bunch of nonsense, leaving everyone utterly confused.

Rao Zhanhua was so angry his face turned ashen, but if it weren't for his arms bound behind his back with handcuffs and the two armed police glaring at him from nearby, he would have stopped at nothing to kill this bastard in front of him.

Wang Wentian opened the black plastic bag, took out the paper money inside, and everyone stared wide-eyed.

Zhou Andong took the paper money: "Wentian, find a pen."

"I have a pen." Tang Fuyuan handed over the ballpoint pen clipped to his upper pocket.

Zhou Andong took the ballpoint pen and seriously wrote on the paper money: "Bank of the Underworld, Rao Zhanhua receives a few characters."

"When you get down there, remember to withdraw money from the Bank of the Underworld. Give the Black and White Impermanence some money, but not too much—they're just errand-running little ghosts with little power.

As for the Judge, you must bribe him well, because the deeds you've done in the mortal world are definitely recorded in the underworld—going up the Blade Mountain and down into the Oil Cauldron is unavoidable.

And all these are under the Judge's jurisdiction. If you bribe the Judge well, he'll have the little ghosts in charge lower the oil temperature in the cauldron and dull the blades on the Blade Mountain, so you can pass through easily.

Most importantly, after all kinds of tortures comes reincarnation. According to the heaven-defying, reason-violating things you've done in the mortal world, you will definitely be cast into the Animal Realm.

So, you must maintain good relations with the Judge—even if you give him all your money, do it to buy yourself a chance to be reborn as a human in your next life. But remember, heaven has heavenly laws, earth has earthly rules.

If you are reborn as a human in your next life, you must become a kind person like me; otherwise, when you enter the underworld again, you will definitely be cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and never be able to turn over.

"Crack!"

Zhou Andong's lighter sparked a flame, then he lit the paper money in his hand.

"Sigh, I'm just a kind-hearted person—even though we don't get along, I'll do my utmost to pave the way for you down there. When you get down there, remember to tell King Yama, Zhou Andong is a good person."

Everyone was left dumbfounded by Zhou Andong's antics, and some people crouched not far away also heard his words.

At this moment, watching the paper money burn slowly, they felt a chill run down their spine, as if something was crouching behind them on their back.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone around was police and armed police, such a scene would have scared them into wetting their pants.

Even so, each person looking at Zhou Andong's eyes felt an inexplicable awe.

"Damn it!" Rao Zhanhua roared: "You're Zhou Andong, right? I'll definitely kill you, just wait."

That guy's outburst made Yang Mulin and Tang Fuyuan's expressions turn strange.

Come on, they've already sent you in, and you still don't know who he is?

Zhou Andong was also quite surprised—he truly hadn't expected this guy not to recognize him.

It's not that everyone should know him Zhou Andong, but that Liao Ting didn't even tell Rao Zhanhua his identity, which really surprised him.

The paper money wasn't much, and the Dongtai first-floor lobby wasn't small either, so after burning the paper money, the smoke wasn't that irritating.

"Trust my professionalism."

Zhou Andong stood up, looked at Rao Zhanhua's man-eating gaze, and broke into a grin.

"King Yama lets you die at the third watch, no one dares to keep you until the fifth watch. I, Zhou Andong, make a straight judgment—you won't survive past August. If possible, you should still notify your family to prepare your afterlife arrangements early."

This guy who's been spouting nonsense turns out to be Zhou Andong—Zheng Jun is utterly incredulous.

Because in his impression, Zhou Andong is that kind of magnanimous, scholarly merchant.

Especially Zhou Andong's patriotic sentiment, which deeply moves him.

It's just that just now outside, the streetlights were a bit dim, Zhou Andong kept facing him in the car, so he didn't recognize him.

When he entered the Dongtai lobby, he was again drawn in by Zhou Andong's mysterious behavior and didn't think about other aspects.

Now hearing Zhou Andong announce his own name, upon closer look, he really is that Zhou Andong whom he greatly admires.

But now this image is completely different from what he imagined, feeling somewhat shattered, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Believe me." Zhou Andong firmly patted Rao Zhanhua's shoulder: "Enjoy your remaining time well—your time in the mortal world is not long."

Zhou Andong turned and walked outward, glancing left and right at the men and women crouched on both sides as he went.

"Everyone, the proper path of humanity is vicissitude. Everyone makes mistakes—this is part of human nature. So, making mistakes isn't scary; what's scary is knowing it's a mistake yet failing to repent.

Mending the pen after losing the sheep—it's not too late. As long as you're willing to turn back, re-examine your choices, find the correct direction, you still have a chance. Perhaps you'll encounter various difficulties and setbacks, but as long as you persevere, always maintain the correct direction, you will surely overcome difficulties and achieve success.

Hope is attached to existence—where there is existence, there is hope; where there is hope, there is light. In short, turning back is shore, walking the right path—only then can you go further, only then can you realize your life's value."

"Wait!" Rao Zhanhua suddenly shouted loudly.

Zhou Andong stopped his steps, including Yang Mulin and Zheng Jun, they all turned back curiously to look, wondering what else Rao Zhanhua wanted to say.