Chapter 107 Life! (Fifth Update, Please Subscribe!)

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"Is she mentally ill?" Bai Yingying was a little confused.

Zhou Ze also shook his head. To be honest, Zhou Ze couldn't figure out what was going on. When he was a doctor, he often saw people choosing auspicious days for caesarean sections,

but he had never seen anyone choosing a time to die.

It is estimated that when the old woman was lying on the hospital bed, she was staring at the clock at home, counting the time when she would die.

Looking at the old woman crying and wailing, she was definitely not pretending. She was dead, so why pretend? Who was she pretending to be?

However, she kept crying there, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. The old Taoist couldn't hear it, but he could hear it. His sleep quality was not good to begin with. How could he rest when he was disturbed like this?

Zhou Ze didn't have a heart of a bodhisattva, and his conscience had just been eaten by himself.

The old woman crying there would not cause Zhou Ze to ask about her well-being, but would only cause disgust.

"Scare her and make her quiet."

Zhou Ze gestured to Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying nodded, showing her fangs, and the breath of a zombie suddenly appeared. The old woman really stopped crying. She was scared.

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

The reason why ordinary dead souls can stay in the world is nothing more than relying on a wisp of obsession, and once the obsession dissipates, they will naturally return to where they should go.

The ghost messenger needs to capture and send to hell are those dead souls whose obsession is difficult to dissipate or who have simply turned into evil spirits. These are the performance.

In other words,

if Zhou Ze had sent the old woman away before, it would be considered a performance. Although it was not high, it was also a drop in the ocean.

Now, the old woman can go back to hell by herself. Even if Zhou Ze opened the door to hell for the old woman at the risk of rupturing her wound or fainting, he was just giving her a thankless job. In fact, he didn't get any benefit at all.

The old woman's ghost was slowly dissipating and gradually began to sink into the ground.

"Boss, why are your hands shaking?"

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

"Heartache."

Zhou Ze uttered these two words.

He understood the possible impact of keeping Bai Yingying by his side as the little girl said. These ghosts were attracted by him, but they were frightened by the zombies and had an epiphany. They didn't dare to fart and went to hell obediently.

What else can I do?

Of course, this is something that cannot be reversed by force, and today's surprise has already been found. The key to the door of hell and the news that the little girl may have a major accident are much higher than the performance of a ghost.

This sleep was quite peaceful.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that he had regained some strength and was not as weak as he was yesterday. Without waiting for Bai Yingying to help him, Zhou Ze stood up by himself with his hands.

Although he staggered a little, he finally stood up.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Bai Yingying was quite worried, fearing that Zhou Ze would suddenly fall down, especially when Zhou Ze indicated that he should not help her down the stairs.

With Zhou Ze's current physical condition, he was about the same as an old man or woman with inconvenient legs and feet.

Bai Yingying was really worried that if Zhou Ze fell down and broke his arms and legs, or even more exaggeratedly, he would be paralyzed, and the electric "woohoo" wheelchair that Laodao bought for the mentally retarded might really come in handy.

Early in the morning, the female corpse's mind was a little jumpy.

She began to automatically imagine the scene of her boss sitting in an electric wheelchair and moving "woo woo woo woo",

and then holding a pacifier,

really,

"Hahahahaha..."

Laughing and laughing,

Bai Yingying stopped, she saw Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at her,

"Corpse?" Zhou Ze asked.

Bai Yingying shook her head.

"Corpse is crazy?" Zhou Ze asked again.

Bai Yingying immediately shook her head again.

She didn't dare to tell the scene she had just secretly imagined, otherwise the boss would definitely pierce her to death when his body recovered.

Well,

pierce with fingernails.

Zhou Ze felt that this maid seemed to have a wrong nerve in the morning, and said:

"Scream twice and listen."

"嘤嘤嘤."

Oh, it's normal.

Slowly holding the stairs downstairs, Zhou Ze felt that he had regained the sense of accomplishment when he was learning to walk as a child. To be honest, Zhou Ze didn't want to try the feeling of blacking out after drinking again.

The pleasure is temporary, instantaneous, and then there is a long period of weakness and decadence.

It's like eating too much of that stuff and having sex seven times in bed that night,

but the next day you feel sore in your waist and knees, and your legs are weak, and you may even have a stroke.

The old Taoist has already gotten up. No matter how late he sleeps, he gets up very early. He has a fixed schedule and does a set of boxing in the morning.

As a kind-hearted old Taoist who is committed to caring for fallen women,

he knows the importance of protecting his physical fitness.

When Zhou Ze came down, the old Taoist had finished his boxing and was talking to the little monkey.

The old Taoist

held some black mud in his hand, and there was a big bag on the ground.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

that was the stuff that the little monkey applied to your wounds when you were injured, and the effect was remarkable, no less than the "Black Jade Ointment" in martial arts novels.

It's just that the smell is a bit unpleasant, and for a mysophobic person like Zhou Ze, smearing several layers of sludge on himself is no less than a form of torture.

But then,

A scene appeared that shocked Zhou Ze even more and made him feel that the torture was getting worse.

The old Taoist put the plastic bag filled with soil in front of the little monkey.

To be precise, it was close to the little monkey’s crotch,

At the same time, he made a sound of "Pssssssssssssss...".

"Little ancestor,

You need to pee quickly.

Now let's make a fortune just by pointing to this thing.

good,

Quick urine, good, boohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhou Ze had a black line on his face,

The mud smeared on oneself,

Unexpectedly,

Unexpectedly,

This is how it came about!

"Ouch!"

Bai Yingying had quick eyes and quick hands, and she caught Zhou Ze when he was about to fall.

The old Taoist turned his head when he heard the noise.

He showed Zhou Ze a sunny smile that was as bright as the sun outside, held black mud in one hand and waved to say hello:

"Boss, what a roar in the morning!"

God sees pity,

If it hadn't happened that Zhou Ze was injured recently,

The old Taoist really doesn't know how many times he has died.

…………

Bookstores are usually closed from noon to afternoon. This bookstore, which is located in the heart of Nanjie Street, is so capricious and classy!

However, if a customer comes in and wants to buy a book or read a book or have a drink, they won't push it out.

But Xu Qinglang previously put up a sign in order to reduce his workload:

"The minimum purchase in our store is 100."

This is enough to scare away potential customers.

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

Of course, it's not like there aren't wealthy owners who don't need money. Zhou Ze had just finished his meal and was fighting the nausea in his body when a young man with streamlined hair and a yellow coat walked in.

He seemed satisfied with the quietness of the store. After ordering a glass of ice water, he took out his notebook and sat on the sofa to work.

After a while,

His notebook seems to be open and open.

It rang:

"Macau's first online casino is online, and the beautiful dealer deals cards online..."

When an old Taoist hears a stringed song, he knows its elegant meaning.

As soon as his ears twitched, he immediately leaned over.

It's like finding a like-minded Taoist friend.

When he saw the interface, the old man was dumbfounded. It was an action movie about quality education in an island nation, but what the hell was it that there were chips everywhere on the screen?

"Do you also gamble online?"

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

What kind of person is this old Taoist? He can play like a brother with a monkey.

You can fool the cute water friends in the live broadcast room to buy ghost coins.

I can fool the coal bosses in Liaoning to transport coal and sell it to Shanxi.

He said directly:

"Let's play, occasionally play a few games, but not much, it's not interesting, it's not exciting.

I usually like to go to Macau to have fun and just relax. "

As the old man spoke, he took out his little finger and picked out his ears.

A calm and calm look!

At the same time, the old Taoist asked the little monkey to poke his head forward and touch it.

This is so pretentious,

Seeing that there is no wood,

The golden monkey, a nationally protected animal, is my pet.

Not much worse than those Arab tycoons raising leopards, right?

The man was stunned at first. He had no choice but to know whether what the old man had boasted before was true or not. But this golden monkey was not fake.

Moreover, to open a bookstore like this in the city center of South Street is either mentally ill or too rich to burn just to play the game of life.

At that moment, the man suddenly became enthusiastic about Lao Dao. He cordially invited Lao Dao to sit next to him and introduced Lao Tao in detail how to play his website.

Zhou Ze was listening next to him, then took out his cell phone and thought about whether to call the police.

Most of the online gambling in China are scammers. They trick people into adding money, make you money first, and then fatten you up and kill you as a pig. In fact, they are all leftover tricks from the gambling houses of our ancestors, but the people who deceive them are indeed Countless.

Because no matter how the routine changes, it really doesn’t matter.

The key is the greed in people's hearts, which is passed down from generation to generation and cannot be changed.

But the conversation that followed stopped Zhou Ze from calling the police for the time being.

Because the old Taoist has always maintained his B character,

Showing disdain for this kind of lottery or other common gambling methods, the man spent a lot of money in order to win over this wealthy customer with a sick mind.

Finally he said directly:

"There is a really exciting project, but I don't know if you dare to play it, boss?"

"Tch, I dare to help ghosts bathe, but why are I afraid of your exciting project?"

Someone can testify to this.

The old man didn't brag.

"Tell me, bet or something?" the old man urged.

The man hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Bet your life!"

for a time,

Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the chat, felt the spoon in his hand tremble slightly.

In his mind, the old woman who stood in the store last night and stared at the wall clock to see the time did not even know that she was dead.

And the sacrificed policeman who he personally sent down,

What he said to himself before leaving was that the gambling syndicate he was tracking down,

They don't bet on anything else;

I don’t play anything else either.

Rather,

Bet on your life!

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