“So, what exactly is going on? What happened to the old Taoist?”

Xu Qinglang stood in front of the coffee table, looking at Zhou Ze lying on the sofa.

Zhou Ze put down the newspaper in his hand,

and said,

"Terminal stomach cancer."

An unbelievable expression appeared on Xu Qinglang's face, and he spread his hands, saying,

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhou Ze picked up his teacup, took a sip,

and said,

"Like you, many people think it's a joke when they find out someone they know has cancer.

But in fact, if you look carefully, you'll find that there are definitely quite a few people around you with cancer."

"Then what should we do?"

"I talked to him. He gave me the feeling that he's lived long enough and thinks dying might be pretty good.

I think he's already started planning and preparing for his own funeral.

After all, he's been a funeral director for so many years, always helping others. Now it's finally his turn."

"Just let the old Taoist die like that?"

"I think the two cruelest punishments in this world are letting someone die and making sure they can't die even if they want to."

Zhou Ze shrugged and continued,

"He's already seen through it all himself. What can I do?"

"We have other ways, don't we? Turn him into a zombie, or..."

"He seems a bit neurasthenic lately. He's probably dreaming of dying soon so he can go down and fight with his ancestors."

Zhou Ze stood up from the sofa, turned his back,

"Fortunately, he's willing to accept treatment. He's willing to accept the normal process of birth, aging, illness, and death, but he still doesn't want to suddenly kick the bucket because of an accident."

"Actually, we could turn him into a ghost soldier like we did with Lao Zhang."

Boss Zhou heard this,

smiled,

reached out and touched his nose,

"I don't have that much pull."

"So, what can I do right now?"

It has to be said that Lao Xu is quite sentimental. In the bookstore, he is actually the most unrestrained, but also the most affectionate.

"Improve the food a bit these days, make some more delicious things."

"Are you sure?"

"But be careful, don't just give him bird's nest and sea cucumber every day. The food expenses come from the bookstore's account. I'm afraid if I'm in too much pain, I'll wish he would die sooner."

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you can joke about this."

"It's just death, right? Who isn't going to die?"

Xu Qinglang suddenly felt that what Zhou Ze said made sense.

Who hasn't died before?

"Is there no other turning point in this matter?"

"Even in the worst case, the old Taoist can live for a few more months, it's not like he's going to end his life tonight. Take it easy."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted Xu Qinglang on the shoulder.

"I always feel that since we are the closest people to him in this world, we should do something..."

"First, we're not;

Second, maybe someone is already doing it."

"What does that mean?"

"Lao Xu, do you know what it means when your parents or elders are willing to scold you?"

"It means they still care about you."

"Snap!"

Zhou Ze snapped his fingers,

nodded,

"Yes, it means they still care about you, even if you're a spendthrift."

"I don't understand what you mean, but I can feel that things don't seem so bad."

"Take it easy, people die and enter our bookstore every day, and you're the one who prepares the food. Shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

"You mean, funeral home workers burn corpses every day, so when it's their own relatives' turn, they can be indifferent?

Forget it, I'm going to buy groceries. He likes Shaanxi-style food."

"Take it easy, the man isn't dying right away, don't make him sick of his hometown food before he dies."

Xu Qinglang left.

Zhou Ze went back to the sofa and lay down.

"Heh, spendthrift."

"Spend... thrift... son..."

A smile appeared on the corner of Boss Zhou's mouth,

reached out and tapped on the coffee table,

and said,

"You still have the nerve to laugh at others for being a spendthrift?"

………………

"Come on, come on, it's time to eat, it's time to eat, one serving per person, I've specially prepared it."

Fangfang pushed the cart in.

Starting from Gou Xin at the innermost bed,

one box lunch per person.

Although,

only Gou Xin finishes his portion every day,

Fangfang still prepares four portions.

Eat it or not, it's up to you,

but the money is still charged.

This box lunch sells for much more than on the high-speed train.

Gou Xin, as usual, first drank his Bỉ àn Huā (Other Shore Flower) oral liquid, and then devoured it!

He ate with such gusto;

Qing, whose bed was next to his, opened her eyes,

and just watched him eat.

"I say, aren't you really going to eat? If you don't eat, your body will break down, right?"

Gou Xin asked while swallowing.

Qing ignored him.

Gou Xin was used to it. Anyway, he had someone to listen to him talk, which was already satisfying. What more could he ask for?

"Or are you big shots able to absorb the essence of the sun and moon like those demons, and achieve bĭ gǔ (grain avoidance)?"

Qing still didn't speak, her eyes were calm.

"I say, big shot, you've been recovering from your injuries for a long time now, are you really planning to just stay here with me, using love to generate electricity?"

Anyway, the more the merrier.

Gou Xin had been trying to instigate Qing to do something lately.

He himself didn't have the guts,

but he didn't mind fanning the flames a little.

Qing still didn't react.

Gou Xin pouted and continued to eat his food.

At this moment,

the door of the ward was pushed open,

and the old Taoist walked in.

Gou Xin was so scared that his hand trembled, and the lunch box in his hand almost fell onto the bed.

Qing also closed her eyes at this moment,

her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Perhaps, Gou Xin's fear of the old Taoist was simply the kind of fear of the unknown Xuanxue (metaphysics);

But Qing,

felt even more pressure.

From the moment the little monkey climbed onto the old Taoist's shoulder in the ward that day,

Qing knew,

how absurd the thing she had done was.

She actually had the Fǔ Jūn (Prefect) take her to find the Fǔ Jūn (Prefect) to kill!

This was really... stupid enough to make her want to cry when she thought about it.

"Yo, eating?"

The old Taoist leaned his head in to greet Gou Xin.

"Yeah, eating, do you want some?"

"No, I'll go back to the shop to eat later."

The old Taoist pulled out a stool and sat down in front of Gou Xin's bed.

He specifically glanced at Qing's bed,

and said,

"She's still not awake?"

Gou Xin swallowed,

"Uh... ah..."

"Alas, it's a pity, this girl, she's a good person, really."

Hearing these words while closing her eyes, Qing's heart suddenly trembled.

Was this the Fǔ Jūn (Prefect) mocking her?

It didn't seem like it. Would such a great figure specifically come to mock her?

Mock her, an ant who was completely played by him?

"Pretty good, too bad it's too crowded."

"Ah?"

Gou Xin was a little confused.

The old Taoist smacked his lips, didn't say anything more, and stood up again. He was going back to the bookstore.

He had just fed the turtle some grass,

The turtle was very obliging,

and ate it all,

not a single blade left!

Just as he was about to leave,

the old Taoist suddenly stopped,

He walked to Qing's bed,

reached out and helped Qing tuck in the corner of her quilt.

"Alas, girl, wake up soon. Don't worry, I'll talk to the boss about it. It's not a big deal.

Alas, actually, there aren't many days left, really. I've figured out a lot of things. Don't panic, just wait."

Not many days left?

What did that mean?

Qing, who had her eyes closed, was thinking about this sentence.

The old Taoist's every word and action had extremely strong hints and interpretations in Qing's eyes. She didn't want to miss any details.

Maybe his crazy, joking, scolding, and angry words,

were hiding a huge secret!

After saying that, the old Taoist straightened up and left the ward. He still had to bathe the monkey today.

"Alas…………"

After the old Taoist left, Gou Xin put down the unfinished lunch box and said,

"I have no appetite."

Qing opened her eyes again,

her eyes,

were filled with contemplation.

Did the Fǔ Jūn (Prefect) have any intention in arranging her here?

Suddenly,

Qing's eyes narrowed,

the temperature in the ward dropped sharply,

Gou Xin trembled in fear,

and then said excitedly:

"Big shot, are you going to make a move?"

Qing sat up from the bed,

This was the first time she had made such a big movement since she woke up.

Gou Xin was really excited,

The big shot was going to resist,

If the resistance succeeded,

he could be free with her,

If the resistance failed and she was suppressed,

he could still be a senior and point fingers at her,

See, it's not that I'm a coward, now you know how powerful it is, hehe.

Qing opened her mouth,

leaned her head down,

a nail-sized piece of jade slipped out of her mouth,

The jade piece was held in her palm.

At this moment,

the jade piece was trembling slightly,

A moment later,

the jade piece began to turn from its original transparent color to a blood red color………

Qing's pupils continued to dilate,

revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Big shot, what are you doing?"

Gou Xin looked at Qing with some confusion,

This preparatory action has lasted too long.

The mother jade of the jade piece was in the main hall of the Enforcement Team. Even though the Enforcement Team was wiped out and purged, the buildings of the main hall were still preserved.

The Enforcement Team heard about the movements of hell, and they would be presented on this jade piece.

Each member of the B-level team and the A-level team had such a piece. It did not have the function of transmitting messages, and it was more symbolic. Since obtaining this jade piece, Qing had always kept it on her body, and this jade piece had always been very quiet, because hell had been very peaceful for thousands of years.

Even when the Enforcement Team was suppressed by King Chujiang, the jade piece was still quiet, because this matter was nothing to the entire hell.

But at this moment,

the jade piece completely turned red,

only meaning one thing!

"Alas, actually, there aren't many days left, really. I've figured out a lot of things. Don't panic, just wait."

The old Taoist's words echoed in Qing's mind again,

She raised her head,

looking at the ceiling above the ward,

her hand,

was trembling slightly.

Taking a deep breath,

she said in her heart:

"He's right, hell, is really in big trouble."

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Strive to rush out a big chapter before zero o'clock, to make up for yesterday's owe, don't panic!