Chapter 90 Going Home
"I want to remind you that Hong Kong Island is a sinkhole." Zhao Li continued exaggeratedly
"Only thirty-three years have passed in this world, and already two ferrymen have died."

"One of them was frightened to death."

Zheng Wenjie looked unconvinced: "Is this true? How can a soul ferryman be frightened to death? What does it feel like to be frightened?"

Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand nonchalantly: "These are all said by Yu Rong, the judge assigned to you by Hades. I have never seen it with my own eyes."

Zheng Wenjie curled his lips and said, "This judge is really arrogant. I greeted her politely, but she ignored me."

Zhao Li was happy: "Yu Rong is a die-hard fan of Hades. In today's words, she is the head of the fans. You had a fight with Hades in the underworld, and you still expect her to be nice to you?"

"I didn't let you go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell to experience it because you are so strong that you can arm wrestle with Hades."

Zheng Wenjie couldn't help but complain: "Does the word 'fans' already exist now?"

Zhao Li walked quickly to the roadside newsstand, and soon he spread out the newspaper in front of Zheng Wenjie, pointing to the front page with one hand: "See? Teresa Teng!"

"Ah~" Zhao Li pressed the three characters of Teresa Teng on his chest and said, "She is my goddess now. When I was confused, her singing comforted me and soothed my confused heart."

The corner of Zheng Wenjie's mouth twitched. This Zhao Li really likes music. He should take him to listen to music more often when he has the chance. After glancing at the newspaper, Zheng Wenjie raised his eyebrows.

The young master of the Li family, one of the four major families, suffers from gynophobia and cannot have contact with women, according to reliable information. As the only heir to the Li family, he is afraid that the Li family will be extinct.

The overt and covert struggles between General Manager Liu Lingzhi and Executive President Zhao Lei of Yongsheng Group have come to light. It has been only a year since the last struggle ended, but a new fuse may cause Yongsheng Group to fall apart.

Zheng Wenjie pointed at the contents of the newspaper and said, "This Gong family is my Gong family, right?"

Zhao Li flipped through the newspaper, glanced at it, nodded, and looked at Zheng Wenjie helplessly: "Yes, I went to your martial arts gym thirty years ago to report the news to your wife."

"As a result, I was arrested and trapped for two whole months. Do you know how I spent those two months?"

Zheng Wenjie was delighted. He took the newspaper from Zhao Li and glanced at the content about the Gong family. "Why are we arresting you?"

"Why else? Your wife can't contact you."

Zhao Li spread his hands and said, "If you hadn't told your wife that I was your friend, I'm afraid you wouldn't have seen me."

"Since then, both Hades and you have not shown up, and I dare not come to your house again without any news."

"But I got a lot of information." Zhao Li touched his chin and said with envy: "Your family is very rich now."

Zheng Wenjie returned the newspaper to Zhao Li: "You still like money? Come on, I'll go burn a few trillion ghost money for you, and then I'll buy the hall where the meeting was just held. I'll live on the rooftop and you'll live in the hall. We'll join forces and obey orders in the underworld."

Zhao Li rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid of going to the eighteenth level of hell with you."

Zheng Wenjie looked up at the sun and said, "Come on, come home with me. I'll take you to eat some delicacies from the mountains and the sea."

"Stop! Your house is as lively as it can be right now. You should go by yourself. I still have to collect a few souls."

Zhao Li took two steps and turned his head again: "By the way, the ferryman must catch at least twelve ghosts stranded in the human world every year. Don't forget it, otherwise you will really have to go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell to broaden your horizons."

Zheng Wenjie waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, I understand."

After Zhao Li disappeared, Zheng Wenjie turned around and prepared to go to the martial arts hall. After taking two steps, Zheng Wenjie took out the volume of Yin Voucher with a strange expression on his face. The personal information of a person named Li Zhi appeared on the white paper.

"This person is not dead yet, but the Yin Voucher can tell that this person will stay in the human world. Is this magic weapon so powerful?" Zheng Wenjie complained in his heart, threw the booklet into the red coffin, and stopped a taxi.

"Wow! Sir, you are an actor." The driver asked curiously when he saw Zheng Wenjie's handsome appearance and the long robe he was wearing.

The Tang suit that Zheng Wenjie wore when he went to the underworld had long been destroyed, and only the robe was placed in the red coffin: "Yes, Master, do you know that the Gong family martial arts hall near the Kowloon Pier is a medical clinic and a martial arts hall connected together."

"Who doesn't know that? But little brother, let me remind you that not everyone can go there."

"Then drive!" Zheng Wenjie patted the driver's seat.

Along the way, I listened to the driver talking vividly about the Gong family martial arts school, and then the topic turned to what Zheng Wenjie had just seen in the newspaper.

"What about falling apart, or a world-shattering crisis? Those newspapers are just exaggerating."

"But little brother, let me tell you a little gossip, it's absolutely true!"

"The reason why Liu Lingzhi, the general manager of Yongsheng Group who is in charge of the shopping center, always confronts the group's president Zhao Lei is because Zhao Lei killed his adoptive father!"

Zheng Wenjie raised his eyebrows and didn't quite believe what the driver said. If the rumor that Zhao Lei killed Sanjiangshui spread to taxi drivers, would Gong Ruomei not deal with it?

"Little brother, we're here!" The driver parked the car on the side of the road.

Zheng Wenjie looked at the tall buildings on both sides and said, "Master, are you kidding me?"

The driver turned around and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "Wow, handsome boy, this is your first time in Kowloon! Go straight in and you will find the Gong Family Martial Arts Hall. You can't park inside!"...

After walking for about ten minutes, Zheng Wenjie finally felt a little familiar. However, the Gong family martial arts hall had turned into a manor, covering an area four or five times larger, and there were two majestic stone lions at the gate.

There was still a plaque of the Gong family martial arts school hanging above the gate, but the medical clinic had been removed.

Just as he was about to go up and knock on the door, it slowly opened. Zheng Wenjie looked inside and saw Tang Xue, a graceful lady in a white dress, standing there, winking at him.

"Does your face hurt?" Zheng Wenjie walked up to her with a smile and pushed her forehead with his palm.

Tang Xue held Zheng Wenjie's hands and said, "I am kindly reminding you. You have been gone for more than 30 years. You don't know how much we miss you. Miss looks at your paintings every day."

As they talked, Zheng Wenjie looked at the Gong family martial arts hall, which no longer looked like a martial arts hall. There were lawns, gardens, and a classical-style villa in the center.

"These were all arranged by Zhao Lei. Do they look good? Let me tell you, it looks even better inside!" Tang Xue chattered as she pulled Zheng Wenjie into the villa, her lips never stopping.

What comes into view is the spacious and bright living room.

Gong Ruomei, dressed in a silk robe, was lying on a large wooden table in the corner of the living room, concentrating on sketching on paper with a brush. Behind her were rows of paintings of different types, all of which were portraits of Zheng Wenjie.

When Zheng Wenjie approached, Gong Ruomei stopped writing, stood up straight, looked at Zheng Wenjie carefully, and said softly: "The ghost messenger said that you have returned from the underworld."

Zheng Wenjie exaggeratedly opened his arms, picked up Gong Ruomei and spun her around before putting her down. He lowered his head to rest his hand on her forehead and said, half in longing and half in explanation, "I miss you so much. The speed of time in the underworld and the human world is different. I didn't expect so many years have passed."

Gong Ruomei hugged Zheng Wenjie lazily and buried her head in his neck. Zheng Wenjie listened to Gong Ruomei's heavy breathing, and then he felt a pain in his neck.

Tang Xue came over, poked her head and whispered, "Miss, there's bleeding."

Gong Ruomei finally opened her mouth and licked the blood that had flowed out with her tongue. After taking a look at the smooth skin that had returned to normal, Gong Ruomei raised her head and said in a calm but firm tone, "Take me with you next time."

Zheng Wenjie touched the corner of Gong Ruomei's mouth and said, "There won't be a next time. I'll take you with me wherever I go in the future."

"And me! You can't forget me!" Tang Xue interrupted the two and said loudly.

"Okay, okay." Zheng Wenjie said perfunctorily, and went upstairs carrying Gong Ruomei. He left Tang Xue standing there for a while before pinching the air in a frenzy.

I thought I could talk to Zheng Wenjie and Gong Ruomei about the 30 years of longing for them, but the two of them just went upstairs and ignored me.

...

"Lao Jiang, Sanjiangshui and Lin Bao are all dead. I didn't bite them. Will you blame me?" Gong Ruomei leaned on Zheng Wenjie's chest with a red face, muttering to herself.

Zheng Wenjie paused his hand on Gong Ruomei's smooth back, and continued to comfort her: "Why don't you bite?"

"I don't want them to end up like us. They wouldn't want to. I think it's enough for the three of us to be together."

Zheng Wenjie was speechless. Thinking of the three of them, he sighed in his heart and smiled, "Your husband is now a civil servant in the underworld. I will go down to find them when the time comes, so that they can enjoy peace of mind in their next life."

Gong Ruomei was stunned, then looked up at Zheng Wenjie and smiled.

Thinking of what the taxi driver said, Zheng Wenjie asked again: "How did they die?"

"Lao Jiang is old, Lin Bao went out to sea and died at sea. Sanjiangshui" Gong Ruomei paused for a moment and continued: "I don't know, and I don't want to investigate."

Zheng Wenjie frowned: "Is Sanjiangshui's death really strange? Who is in charge now? What's going on with Yongsheng Group?"

"Zhao Lei proposed to me the establishment of Yongsheng Group, and they all agreed at the time. When Sanjiangshui died, only Zhao Lei was present, but he did not admit it. Except for Liu Lingzhi, everyone else, including Zhang Tianci, pleaded with me for mercy."

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Zheng Wenjie said with a smile, hugging Gong Ruomei tightly: "Tomorrow I will go to seduce a soul and satisfy my urge to be a ghost messenger. I will have a meeting with them the day after tomorrow."

Gong Ruomei sighed: "No matter what, don't kill them. They have paid a lot in all the years you were away."

"No killing, what about you? Do you still stay at home often after all these years?"

Gong Ruomei rubbed Zheng Wenjie's skin and nodded gently.

Zheng Wenjie felt a little distressed. The reason why Gong Ruomei had always been like this was because she still thought of herself as a blood-sucking monster in her heart and was unwilling to go out and show her face in public.

"Will you come with me to collect souls tomorrow?" Zheng Wenjie asked tentatively.

Gong Ruomei suddenly turned over and sat on Zheng Wenjie, supporting her waist: "No, I'll wait for you at home. Maybe it's because I'm old. Since Lao Jiang and San Jiangshui passed away, I feel bad when I think of the dead."

Zheng Wenjie took a breath and said, "Okay, let's go out and have a look in a couple of days. The world is developing very fast indeed. In a few decades, Hong Kong Island may look completely different now."

(End of this chapter)