Zhou Ze did not say anything until he walked out of the old man's room. He could only silently admire the old man's natural fortune. Living together with dozens of dead souls, nothing happened. Not only was he not affected at all, but his luck was also good.
Such a destiny could not be envied.
Zhou Ze did not ask if those soldiers were willing to go to hell. Perhaps their obsession was because the old man was still alive, and the old man was willing to sacrifice them. Coupled with their former comrades, they were able to gather at the old man's house. Every night, when the old man was asleep, they would drink wine and chat with each other.
It was a very comfortable and peaceful life, and it did not affect the people around him at all. As a ghost servant, he could totally let them be.
