Chapter 170 Convenience Store No. 138
If given a choice, Fang Dawei would definitely not take this job for the goddess, and would definitely not choose to cover for the goddess, let alone the night shift.

If he could get the man with a bullet hole in his forehead to leave, he would be willing to do anything.

Fang Dawei forced himself to smile: "Brother, I'll treat you today."

"Hmm? You're quite conspicuous, who are you with?" His voice was hoarse and low, and he spoke slowly.

Fang Dawei resisted the urge to urinate and controlled his stiff legs: "Brother Liangkun, I am an ordinary person, I am not a gangster."

Fang Dawei has already recognized who the man in the orange suit is. He was all over the newspapers in Hong Kong five or six days ago. He was the leader of the Hongxing gang, Liang Kun, who died at the hands of the gun god in Wan Chai, Li Qiankun.

"That means there is no boss. Boy, you should follow me from now on, okay? Just burn more paper money for me when you have nothing to do."

"My name is Li Qiankun, and people on the street call me Liangkun. You can call me Brother Kun, okay?"

Fang Dawei nodded repeatedly with a smile that was uglier than crying. His crotch was already wet, and the water flowed from his trouser legs to a small puddle on the ground.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that there really are ghosts and hell. Today is my seventh day of death. I just went to see my mom. The gangsters are disloyal. Only my mom collected my body and set up a funeral hall for me. No one came to see me!"

Liang Kun spoke louder and louder, and suddenly threw the cigarette that Fang Dawei had just handed to him to the ground, his chest heaving with anger.

"You are my little brother now. You have to take care of my mother for me in the future. Otherwise, I will definitely come to you again! Do you understand?"

"Brother Kun, don't worry! I will do it." Fang Dawei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with trembling hands, and he almost swears on his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Seeing this, Liang Kun waved his hand in disdain, and continued with a "tsk", "Boy, what are you afraid of? It's just a ghost. You're making a fuss about nothing. You have no ambition."

"Look, you're my little brother now, don't say I'm mistreating you, take good care of my mom, and you won't have to work in this small shop anymore. The money I give you is enough for you to drive a nice car and start a small business."

"Hong Kong Island is about to be returned to China. There won't be as many gangsters as there are now. Damn it, I just wanted to make more money and run away, but I ended up like this."

Fang Dawei's heart moved. What did Liang Kun mean by this? The newspaper said that he was the leader of Hongxing, so he must be very rich. Is he going to give me all the hidden money?
Thinking of this, Fang Dawei no longer cared about being afraid. He was more afraid of being poor than being killed by ghosts.

"Brother Kun's mother is my mother, and I will never let you down! I will take good care of my mother!" Fang Dawei said as he hurriedly took out a cigarette from the glass cabinet on the right, walked around the cashier counter, took out a cigarette and put it into Liang Kun's mouth.

"I just said you're a smart guy. What's your name?" Liang Kun asked, lowering his head and lighting a cigarette with the lighter that Fang Dawei was holding with his hand to block the wind.

Fang Dawei bent over, smiled shyly and said, "Brother Kun, my name is Fang Dawei, just call me Xiaowei."

"Well... I'll tell you an address. I put six million there, and there's a batch of goods. My boss died before me, so now I'm the only one who knows about it."

Liang Kun happily exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at Fang Dawei, sneered in his heart, and said, "Xiaowei, what's wrong with this store? How can you see me?"

"I don't know, Brother Kun. I've only seen you. This might be fate. God wants me to take care of my mother."

"I won't let you down. I will definitely visit my mother and take care of her in her old age!"

Liang Kun couldn't stop his hoarse laughter and burst into laughter. He patted Fang Dawei's head with one hand and rubbed his hair.

"In Central, surrounded by rich people, even gangsters don't dare to cause trouble, address"

"Jingle Bell"

Just as Liang Kun was about to tell the address where he hid the money, someone pushed open the shop door, causing the hanging wind chimes to swing and make a crisp sound.

Fang Dawei immediately looked at the young man who walked into the convenience store with some annoyance. He was wearing a white T-shirt, shorts and flip-flops.

He was afraid that the six million he was about to get would be gone. That was six million, a huge sum of money that he could not earn in two lifetimes. He kept saying, "The store is closed today! Don't open the door! Get out now, get out!"

Zheng Wenjie was stunned. He didn't expect to be kicked out. He was the boss of convenience store No. 138, right?
Looking at Fang Dawei again, he immediately turned off his super senses and revealed himself to be just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had just peed his pants.

"Hey! Let's go!" Fang Dawei's eyes widened: "Why are you in a daze? Get out now!"

"Hahaha." Liang Kun laughed and patted Fang Dawei's head twice: "Xiaowei, I am very optimistic about you. You have the style of Liang Kun."

"Liang Kun? How did you die?" Zheng Wenjie asked, ignoring Fang Dawei, and took a lollipop from the shelf and put it in his mouth.

Fang Dawei swallowed his saliva and thought to himself that it was all over. There were actually people who could see ghosts.

"Kid, don't talk now!" Liang Kun stopped Fang Dawei from speaking and pointed to the wall of employees behind the cashier counter, motioning him to look for himself.

Fang Dawei turned his head and his eyes widened immediately. The original photo of the store manager suddenly turned into a young man who had just come in, with the name Zheng Wenjie written below it, but he clearly remembered that the name above was a middle-aged man named Zhao Wenru!

Liang Kun looked at Zheng Wenjie: "Do you even need to ask this? There's such a big bullet hole on my head. I was shot to death~"

"There's no sign of you turning into a ghost. Why don't you go reincarnate? What are you doing here?"

"I'm scared. I'm a gangster and I believe in Brother Guan! Since there are ghosts, there must be ghost messengers and hell."

"I, Liang Kun, have done things like murdering entire families. You can tell without thinking that I will go to hell!"

The conversation between the two made Fang Dawei feel a little scared and confused, but he also realized that this store manager was not an ordinary person, so he kept his mouth shut.

Zheng Wenjie looked at Liang Kun with amusement: "It seems like you don't regret not being a good person."

"Damn it, today is the seventh day of my death. I went to see my mom and it made me furious. None of my subordinates are loyal!"

"I came here for no apparent reason. Wow! This kid can actually see me. This has been mentioned in ghost stories. I want to try to see if he can possess me."

"It turns out that this guy is quite smart. This is my first time being a ghost and I have no experience. I don't know what to do. I might as well give him some money and let him take care of my mother for me."

Fang Dawei didn't expect that he had actually been to the gates of hell, but fortunately, the two million seemed to be real.

Zheng Wenjie nodded and pointed at the cigarette that had burned out at Liang Kun's fingertips.

"It's normal to be afraid. Hell is actually like that. Although the punishment is painful, it is much better than worrying and panicking about the unknown outcome in my heart right now."

"I'm very optimistic about you, Liangkun. You have a good mentality. You didn't cry for your parents, and you are filial. I will go to the eighteen levels of hell to see you in the future."

Liang Kun laughed and said, "It seems that my guess was right. No wonder I walked here unknowingly. You are the ghost messenger." Zheng Wenjie smiled and looked at Fang Dawei again: "What about you? Why are you here?"

Fang Dawei blinked his eyes, looked at Zheng Wenjie cautiously and said, "Master Ghost Officer, I'm here to cover for you. Liang Jiamin has something tonight and asked me to help her with the shift for a day."

Zheng Wenjie said "oh". Besides himself, there were three other people on the employee wall, two men and one woman. Liang Jiamin was the girl. There was nothing wrong with her in the photo except for the dreadlocks on her head.

Zhao Wenru's name and speech sound like a Confucian. It seems that after being banished to a barbarian land by Hades, he has gained more knowledge and opened his mind.

"You can leave now and don't come here again." Zheng Wenjie looked at Fang Dawei with disdain.

"Yes, yes, yes...Kun...Brother Kun?"

Liang Kun glanced at him, uttered a string of addresses, and finally stuffed the cigarette butt into Fang Dawei's chest pocket.

With a gloomy face, he pressed Fang Dawei's cheeks with both hands, propped up Fang Dawei, whose legs were weak, and said hoarsely: "Boy, if you take my money and dare to make my mother suffer, I will definitely come to you!"

Fang Dawei let out an ahhhh cry, his whole body trembling as he looked at Liang Kun's suddenly distorted and hideous face, and howled loudly: "I will definitely take good care of you!"

"Get out!" Liang Kun threw Fang Dawei to the ground, turned around to face the cashier counter, put his hands on the glass cabinet, gasped, and closed his eyes tightly.

Fang Dawei was so confused that he wanted to stand up and run out, and he slipped twice. Then Zheng Wenjie grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up.

"Linglingtang Cleaning Company, the boss is Ma Xiaoling. If you don't want to die young, remember to go and perform a ritual to drive away the evil spirits in your body. Let's go."

Zheng Wenjie said something, pushed him, and watched Fang Dawei stumble out of the convenience store before walking to the cashier counter. Immediately, a wet touch came from his flip-flops, causing Zheng Wenjie to freeze in place.

Zheng Wenjie walked out from the cashier counter with an expressionless face. The convenience store was not too big or too small, and it was brightly lit and neat and tidy. He should not have blocked his super sense just now.

Exhaling, Zheng Wenjie reluctantly took a bottle of water from the shelf about 1.6 meters long filled with bottles, walked out of the convenience store, rinsed his flip-flops, threw the bottle into the trash can, and then returned to the convenience store.

Liang Kun has returned to normal. He opened a bottle of Coke, sat in the customer seating area, biting the straw, and looked at the street view outside the window through the transparent glass.

Zheng Wenjie pulled out a stool and sat next to him, following his gaze towards the police station diagonally opposite.

"I thought you were going to turn into a ghost. Wow, I didn't expect you could still hold it in."

When Liang Kun threatened Fang Dawei just now, his yin energy was overwhelming. If he wanted to, he could turn into an evil ghost at any time. If he really turned into an evil ghost, the soul-catcher might not be able to catch him.

The soul-catcher is a person who has cultivated a solid Yin body. Although he also has various abilities, in terms of speed and hiding skills, evil spirits and fierce ghosts have the upper hand.

After an evil ghost kills someone, it becomes a fierce ghost and becomes stronger. The more people it kills, the more fierce it becomes.

"If I die, I die. I can afford to lose."

Looking at the police station, Liang Kun laughed again and said, "I didn't expect there was a police station there. I was shot to death by the police. My mom still has the newspaper. Wan Chai Gun God."

Zheng Wenjie curled his lips. If he wanted to take revenge, he would have gone there long ago. He asked jokingly, "Want to take revenge?"

Liang Kun retracted his gaze and said hoarsely, "If you are wrong, you must admit it. If you are beaten, you must stand at attention. If you lose, you lose. I, Li Qiankun, can afford to lose."

"Even if I wanted revenge, I wouldn't go after this police officer. If I had to find someone, I'd go after those two bastards, Chen Yao and Jiang Tiansheng."

Zheng Wenjie touched his chin. No wonder the name Liang Kun sounded familiar to him. He asked curiously, "Isn't it Chen Haonan and Shan Ji?"

Liang Kun laughed disdainfully: "Kou Liangnan? He used to be a popular figure under Ah B. After I die, he will be Jiang Tiansheng's Kou Liangzai."

"My becoming the leader was a trap set by Jiang Tiansheng and Chen Yao, waiting for me to jump in."

"Damn it, I thought I bribed Chen Yao. This bastard took my money and wanted to harm me."

"I lost because I underestimated Jiang Tiansheng. I realized it too late. Winners take all. There's nothing to say. I, Li Qiankun, accept the consequences!"

Liang Kun put the Coke bottle on the narrow table and turned to look at Zheng Wenjie: "You are a ghost messenger, when will you take me to the eighteen levels of hell?"

"Want to leave? You can anytime."

"If I go to the eighteenth level of hell, I'll have my tongue pulled out and be thrown into a frying pan. Damn it, the more I think about it, the more scared I get! I don't want to think about it anymore, just take me there."

Listening to what Liang Kun said through gritted teeth, Zheng Wenjie laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, hell is also advancing with the times. There is no death penalty in Hong Kong Island, and tongue pulling and deep frying have been abolished."

"There are only the Iron Wall Mountain, the Frost Water Hell, and the Steamer Hell. Things like the Knife Mountain are too cruel and have been abolished. However, in return, the sentences will be longer."

Zheng Wenjie also learned about the process. After the first seven days, normal ghosts will be led into the Yellow Springs and taken to the underworld by soul-catchers.

After that, they lined up in the hall to wait for the judges to pronounce the verdict. Some judges were stricter, such as Judge Yurong, the nominal superior assigned to Zheng Wenjie by Ah Cha.

Some are more lenient, like Liang Kun, who is in trouble. The evil spirits that Zheng Wenjie dealt with naturally went to Yurong's Judge's Hall, while they might only stay for hundreds of years in other judges' halls.

According to Liang Kun, he was a flour seller, harming whole families and forcing women of good families into prostitution. He would be imprisoned for a thousand years under Yu Rong's command, and there was no guarantee that he would be reborn as an adult in the future.

Liang Kun still doesn’t know what will happen to him, and of course the verdict has not been announced yet. Zheng Wenjie doesn’t know either, but Zheng Wenjie knows that Liang Kun is in trouble.

"Liang Kun, you are lucky. You are the first ghost I have ferried since I became the ferryman. I will take care of you so that you will suffer less on the road." After Zheng Wenjie finished speaking, without waiting for Liang Kun to reply, he took out the copy of the Yin Book and slapped it directly on Liang Kun's forehead.

The copy of the Yin Book emitted a faint light, sucked Liang Kun in, and teleported him directly into Yurong's Judge's Hall.

Normally, whether good or bad, everyone will pass through the underworld after death and suffer some pain, which will make them feel awe for the underworld.

The underworld has always been short of staff, and this will also reduce the work pressure of civil servants.

Zheng Wenjie directly teleported Liang Kun into the Judge's Hall, which alleviated some of the pain that would be insignificant to him in the future.

Fang Dawei didn't dare to stop at all, always feeling that there was a ghost following him. He kept running towards his home, repeating the address that Liang Kun told him.

(End of this chapter)