Midnight Bookstore

"Is there something wrong with her head?" Bai Yingying was confused.

Zhou Ze shook his head as well. To be honest, Zhou Ze could not tell what was going on either. When he was a doctor in the past, he would often see a good day for a cesarean section.

However, he had never seen anyone who would choose the time to die.

The old woman had probably been staring at the clock when she was lying on the bed, calculating when she would die.

Looking at the old woman's crying face, there was no way she was pretending. She was already dead, so what was the point of pretending? Who was she trying to show her hypocrisy to?

However, she kept crying, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. The old daoist could not hear her, but he could. His sleep quality was not good to begin with, so how could he rest when he was being disturbed like this?

Zhou Ze did not have a kind heart. Moreover, he had eaten his conscience not long ago.

The old woman's crying would not attract Zhou Ze's concern. It would only arouse suspicion.

"Scare her and make her keep quiet."

Zhou Ze gestured at Bai Yingying.

The whiteingale nodded, revealing her fangs. The aura of a zombie was revealed. The old woman stopped crying. She was stunned.

At the same time, the old woman's obsession was slowly dissipating.

Ordinary souls could only stay in the human world because of a lingering spirit, and once that spirit dissipated, they would naturally return to where they should go.

The ghosts needed to be captured and sent to h.e.l.l. They were the souls that could not dissipate or become ghosts. These were the results.

In other words…

Previously, if Zhou Ze had sent the old woman away, it would have been considered an achievement. Although it was not high, it was still the meat on a mosquito's leg.

Now, the old woman would be able to return to h.e.l.l on her own. Even if Zhou Ze took the risk of his wound rupturing or fainting to open the gates of h.e.l.l for the old woman, it would only be a thankless and thankless task. In reality, he would not benefit at all.

The old woman's soul was slowly dissipating into the ground.

"Boss, why is your hand shaking?"

Bai Yingying, who had been supporting Zhou Ze, sensed his abnormality.

"My heart aches."

Zhou Ze said.

He finally understood what the little loli meant when she said that keeping the whiteingale by his side could have an effect. Some of these f*cking ghosts had been attracted by him, but when they were scared by the zombie, they had an epiphany. They did not even dare to obediently go to h.e.l.l.

Then what does it have to do with me?

Of course, this was something that could not be forcefully reversed. Moreover, there was already a surprise today. The key to the Gates of h.e.l.l and the little loli might have had some major unexpected news. It was much better than the performance of a ghost.

She slept peacefully.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze realized that he had recovered some of his strength. He was no longer as weak as he was yesterday. Without waiting for Bai Yingying to help him up, Zhou Ze pushed himself up from the ground.

Although he staggered, he still stood up.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Bai Yingying was quite worried at the side. She was afraid that Zhou Ze would suddenly fall, especially when Zhou Ze signaled for her not to help him down the stairs.

With Zhou Ze's current physical fitness, he was about the same as an old man and granny whose legs were injured.

Bai Yingying was really worried that Zhou Zize would break his arms, legs, or even be paralyzed. The stupid electric wheelchair that the old priest bought might really come in handy.

Early in the morning, the female corpse's thoughts jumped.

In her mind, she started to automatically imagine her boss sitting on an electric wheelchair and driving away with a "wu wu wu wu" sound.

Another pacifier.

Seriously…

"Hahahahaha…"

Laughing and laughing,

Bai Yingying stopped. She saw Zhou Ze turn his head to look at her.

"Corpse mutation?" Zhou Ze asked.

Bai Yingying shook her head.

"Corpse epilepsy?" Zhou Ze asked again.

Bai Yingying immediately shook her head.

She did not dare reveal what she had imagined earlier, or else the boss would stab her to death when he recovered.

Yeah.

With nails.

Zhou Ze felt that his maid seemed to have lost her mind early in the morning and said,

"Let me hear it."

"Awww."

Oh, normal.

Slowly supporting himself on the stairs, Zhou Ze felt like he had regained the sense of accomplishment he had when he was learning how to walk when he was young. To be honest, Zhou Ze did not want to experience that feeling again.

The pleasure was temporary, instantaneous,

It was as if he had eaten too much of that thing. That night, he was entangled in bed, high-spirited, and high-spirited for seven times a night.

However, the next day, his waist, knees, and legs were weak, and he felt like he might even catch a cold.

The old Daoist had already woken up. No matter how late he slept, he would wake up very early. He had a fixed schedule, and he would even punch in the morning.

As a warm-hearted old Daoist who aspires to care for women who have lost their footing,

He knew the importance of protecting his body.

When Zhou Ze came down, the old Daoist priest had already finished punching and was chatting with the little monkey.

The old Daoist priest was holding some black mud, and there was a big bag on the ground.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

It was something that the little monkey had applied to your wounds when you were injured. The effect was similar to the 'Black Jade Repellent Ointment' in Wuxia novels.

It was just that the smell was a little unpleasant, and for someone like Zhou Ze who was obsessed with cleanliness, applying a few layers of dirt on himself was no less than torture.

But then…

A scene that shocked Zhou Ze even more appeared.

The old Daoist priest brought the plastic bag containing the soil to the little monkey.

To be exact, it was right below the little monkey's crotch.

At the same time, he made "shh shh shh shh shh…" sounds.

"Little ancestor,

Hurry up and pee.

I'm going to get rich with this thing.

Be good.

Hurry up and pee. Be good, shhh…"

Zhou Ze's face darkened.

He smeared mud on himself.

Unexpectedly…

Unexpectedly…

It actually came like this!

"Ouch!"

Bai Yingying reacted quickly and caught Zhou Ze before he fell.

The old Daoist turned around when he heard the commotion.

She gave Zhou Ze a sunny smile that was as bright as the sun outside. She waved the black mud in one hand and said,

"Boss, roar in the morning!"

The heavens are pitiful.

If Zhou Ze had not been injured recently,

The old Daoist had died countless times.

From noon to afternoon, bookstores usually did not open for business. This bookstore, which was located in the center of Nanjing University Street, was just this willful and had a B exp!

However, if a customer wanted to buy a book or read a book or drink something, they would not refuse.

However, in order to reduce his workload, Xu Qinglang had hung up a sign:

"The lowest price in this store is 100 yuan."

This was enough to scare off 80-90% of the potential customers.

Zhou Ze let it be. With fewer people around, everyone's workload would be lighter.

Of course, it was not like there were rich people who did not lack money. Zhou Ze had just finished his meal and was struggling with the nausea in his body when a middle-aged man wearing a yellow coat with flowing hair walked in.

He seemed satisfied with the quietness of the place. After asking for a gla.s.s of ice water, he took out his notebook and sat on the sofa to work.

Soon,

His laptop seemed to be open.

It rang:

"Macau's first online gambling den is online. The beautiful dealer is distributing cards online…"

The old Daoist understood the meaning of music.

His ears twitched and he immediately leaned over.

He seemed to have found a fellow Daoist who shared the same ideals.

When he saw the interface, the old Daoist priest was dumbfounded. What happened to the quality education action film in j.a.pan? What the h.e.l.l was with all the chips on the screen?

"Do you play online gambling too?"

The man looked at the old Daoist priest and asked with interest.

What kind of person was this old Daoist? He could play with a monkey like a brother.

He could trick the cute netizens in the livestream to buy nether currency.

Coal owners who can trick Liaoning down to sell coal to Shanxi.

He immediately said,

"Yes, I do. Sometimes, I play a few rounds, but I don't play much. It's not fun. It's not exciting.

I usually like to go to Macau to have some fun. It's just to relax. "

As the old Daoist priest spoke, he took out his pinky and dug his ears.

He looked so nonchalant!

At the same time, the old Daoist priest asked the little monkey to stretch his head forward and touch it.

This posturing…

Seeing Mu You,

National protected animal, the golden monkey, is my pet.

It was not much worse than those Arab tyc.o.o.ns raising leopards, right?

The man was taken aback. There was nothing he could do about it. He did not know whether the old Daoist priest was telling the truth, but this golden monkey was not fake.

Furthermore, to open such a bookstore in the city center of Nanjing Main Street, it was either crazy or had too much money.

At that moment, the man became friendly to the old Daoist priest. He invited the old Daoist priest to sit beside him and introduced the gameplay of his website to the old Daoist priest in detail.

Zhou Ze listened from the side and took out his phone, wondering if he should call the police.

Most of the online gamblers in China were liars. They would trick people into giving them money. They would first earn money before fattening them up and then killing them like pigs. In fact, they were all tricks that were left behind in the old ancestor's gambling den. However, there were indeed countless people who played the middle game.

Because no matter how the routine changed, it really didn't matter.

Most importantly, the greed in people's hearts had been pa.s.sed down from generation to generation, and it could not be changed.

However, the conversation that followed made Zhou Ze temporarily stop calling the police.

Because the old Daoist priest had always maintained his B exp.

The man showed a disdainful att.i.tude towards such gambling and other common gambling methods, causing the man to pay a huge price to win over this crazy rich client.

In the end, he directly said:

"There's a really exciting project, but I wonder if you dare to play it?"

"Tsk, I even dare to bathe a ghost, so why would I be afraid of your exciting project?"

Someone could testify to this.

The old Daoist priest was not bragging.

"Tell me, what do you want to bet?" the old Daoist urged.

The man hesitated for a moment before saying,

"Bet your life!"

Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to their conversation, trembled slightly.

In his mind, he thought of the old woman who had stood in the shop staring at the clock, unaware that she was dead.

There was also the police officer who had sacrificed himself.

Before he left, he told her about the gambling syndicate he was investigating.

They did not bet on anything else.

He did not play anything else.

Instead,

Betting his life!