"Is there something wrong with her brain?" 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 encountered people choosing auspicious days for caesarean sections.
But I have never seen anyone who says that one has to choose the time of death.
I guess this old woman was staring at the clock at home while she was lying on the hospital bed, calculating when she would die.
Looking at the old woman crying and wailing, she is definitely not pretending. The person is dead, why is she still pretending? Who is she being hypocritical to
However, she kept crying there, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. The old Taoist couldn’t hear it, but he could. His sleep quality was not good to begin with, so how could he rest when he was disturbed like this
Zhou Ze doesn't have a kind heart, and his conscience was eaten by himself not long ago.
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 and showed her fangs. The breath of zombie was suddenly revealed. The old woman stopped crying as expected. She was scared.
At the same time, the old woman's obsession was slowly dissipating.
The reason why ordinary ghosts can stay in the human world is simply because of a wisp of obsession. Once the obsession disappears, they will naturally return to where they should go.
What the ghost catcher needs to capture and send to hell are those souls whose obsessions are difficult to dispel or who have simply turned into evil spirits. These are his performance.
That is to say,
If Zhou Ze had sent the old woman away before, it would have been considered a performance, although not high, but it was still a drop in the bucket.
But now, the old woman can go back to hell by herself. Even if Zhou Ze opens the door to hell for the old woman at the risk of rupturing her wounds or fainting, he is just giving the old woman a thankless task and he actually gets no 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 that something was wrong with Zhou Ze.
“My heart aches.”
Zhou Ze uttered these two words.
He understood what the little girl said about the possible impact of keeping Bai Yingying by his side. These damn ghosts were attracted by him, but they were frightened by the zombies and suddenly realized it. They didn't dare to fart and went to hell obediently.
Then what else do you have to do
Of course, this is something that cannot be reversed by force, and today's surprise has already come. The key to the gate of hell and the news that the little Lolita may have encountered a major accident are much better than the performance of a dead soul.
This time, I slept quite soundly.
When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that he had regained some strength and was not as weak as yesterday. Without waiting for Bai Yingying to support him, Zhou Ze stood up with his hands on the ground.
Although he staggered a bit, 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 didn't want to help him down the stairs.
With Zhou Ze’s current physical condition, he is about the same as an old grandfather or grandmother with mobility problems.
Bai Yingying was really worried that if Zhou Ze fell and broke an arm or a leg, or even more exaggeratedly, became paralyzed on one side of his body. In that case, the electric "wooooo" wheelchair that the Taoist bought for the mentally retarded might really come in handy.
Early in the morning, the female corpse's thoughts were a little jumpy.
Her mind began to automatically imagine her boss sitting in an electric wheelchair and moving "woo woo woo woo".
Hold a pacifier again,
Really,
“Hahahahahaha…”
Laughing and laughing,
Bai Yingying stopped. She saw Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at her.
"Has it transformed into a corpse?" Zhou Ze asked.
Bai Yingying shook her head.
"Corpse epilepsy?" Zhou Ze asked again.
Bai Yingying immediately shook her head again.
She didn't dare tell her boss what she had just imagined, otherwise he would fuck her to death when he recovered.
Um,
Insert with fingernails.
Zhou Ze felt that his maid seemed to be out of her mind early in the morning, and said:
"Call twice and let's hear it."
"Oh, oh, oh."
Oh, that's normal.
Walking down the stairs slowly, Zhou Ze felt as if he had regained the sense of accomplishment he had when he was a child learning to walk. To be honest, Zhou Ze didn't want to try that feeling of blacking out after drinking again.
The pleasure is temporary and momentary, and then it is followed by a very long period of powerlessness and decadence.
It's like eating too much of that stuff and having sex seven times in bed that night.
As a result, the next day, my waist and knees were sore and my legs were weak, and I might even have a seizure.
The Taoist priest has already gotten up. No matter how late he goes to bed, he always gets up early. He has a fixed schedule and does a set of boxing in the morning.
As a kind-hearted and experienced person 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 already 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 is what the little monkey applies to your wounds when you are injured. The effect is 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 mysophobe like Zhou Ze, smearing several layers of mud on himself is no less than a torture.
But then,
What shocked Zhou Ze even more was the scene where the torture became even more severe.
The Taoist priest brought the plastic bag filled with soil close to the little monkey.
To be exact, it was under the monkey's crotch.
At the same time, a "shush shush shush..." sound comes from his mouth.
"Little Ancestor,
You need to pee quickly.
Now we are relying on this thing to make a fortune.
good,
Hurry up and pee, dear, pee, pee, pee, pee, pee..."
Zhou Ze's face was dark.
The mud smeared on oneself,
Surprisingly,
Surprisingly,
This is how it happened!
"Ouch!"
Bai Yingying was quick-witted and quick-handed, and caught Zhou Ze when he was about to fall.
The old Taoist heard the noise and turned around.
He gave Zhou Ze a smile as bright as the sun outside, waved his hand holding the black mud and said hello:
"Morning roar, boss!"
God has mercy on me,
If Zhou Ze hadn't happened to be injured recently,
The old Taoist really doesn’t know how many times he has died.
… …
Bookstores are generally closed from noon to afternoon. However, this bookstore, located in the prime location of South Street in the city center, is so willful and has such a cool personality!
However, if a customer comes in and wants to buy a book, read a book, or drink a beverage, they will not be pushed away.
But before that, in order to reduce his workload, Xu Qinglang put up a sign:
"The minimum purchase in this store is 100 yuan."
This is enough to scare away 80% to 90% of potential customers.
Zhou Ze just let it go. With fewer idle people around, everyone's workload would be lighter.
Of course, there were also some wealthy people who came over. Zhou Ze had just finished his meal and was struggling with the nausea in his body when a middle-aged man with streamlined hair and a yellow jacket walked in.
He seemed very 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 laptop seemed to be on full blast.
It sounded:
“The first online casino in Macau is now online, with beautiful croupiers dealing cards online…”
The old Taoist knows the elegant meaning of the music when he hears it.
As soon as my ears moved, I immediately moved closer.
It feels like I have found a like-minded fellow Taoist.
As a result, when I saw the interface, I was dumbfounded. Where was the action movie that was supposed to be about the quality education of the island country? What the hell is this with chips everywhere on the screen
"Do you also gamble online?"
The man looked at the Taoist priest approaching and asked with interest.
What kind of person is this Taoist? He can even be close friends with a monkey.
I can trick the cute fans in the live broadcast room into buying ghost money.
I can't fool the coal bosses in Liaoning into shipping coal to Shanxi.
Now directly said:
“I play, occasionally, but not too much, it’s not interesting, not exciting.
I usually like to go to Macau to have fun, just to relax.”
As the old Taoist was talking, he took out his little finger and cleaned his ear.
Looks calm and relaxed!
At the same time, the Taoist priest asked the little monkey to lean forward and touch it with his hand.
This is so forced.
See,
The national protected animal, the golden monkey, is my pet.
It’s not much worse than those Arab tycoons raising leopards, right
The man was stunned at first, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't know whether what the Taoist had boasted about was true, but this golden monkey was not fake.
Moreover, opening a bookstore like this in the city center of South Street must be either a mental disorder or a waste of money and simply playing a game of life.
At that moment, the man suddenly became enthusiastic towards the old Taoist priest. He kindly invited the old Taoist priest to sit next to him and introduced to him in detail how to play his website.
Zhou Ze was also listening nearby, then he took out his cell phone, wondering whether he should call the police.
Most of the people involved in domestic online gambling are scammers. They trick people into charging money into their account. They make money for you first and then fatten you up and kill you like a pig. In fact, these are all tricks left over from the gambling houses of our ancestors, but there are indeed countless people who have fallen into their trap.
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 following conversation prevented Zhou Ze from calling the police for the time being.
Because Lao Dao has always maintained his B-style,
The man showed a disdainful attitude towards the lottery or other common gambling methods, which made him spend a lot of money to win over this brain-sick rich customer.
Finally, he said directly:
"There is a really exciting project, but I wonder if you, boss, dare to try it?"
"Tsk, I dare to help ghosts take a bath, so why should I be afraid of your exciting project?"
Someone can testify to this.
I am not bragging.
"Tell me, what are you betting on?" the old Taoist urged.
The man hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:
"Betting on life!"
For a time,
Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the conversation nearby, felt the spoon in his hand tremble slightly.
In his mind, the old woman who stood in the store last night, staring at the clock and not even knowing that she was dead,
And the policeman who had been sent down by himself and sacrificed himself,
Before leaving, he told himself that the gambling group he was investigating,
They don't bet on anything else.
I don't play anything else.
Rather,
Gamble your life!