Zhou Ze found that his coffee-drinking habits were constantly moving closer to "milk tea."

Maybe it was because he had been asleep for a year.

His mouth always felt bitter,

and he couldn't quite handle bitter coffee anymore.

However, adding so many sugar cubes to such expensive coffee made Boss Zhou feel a little pained. He felt it was too extravagant.

Even though Yingying paid for the McCafé, since it was her kindness, he couldn't just waste it, could he?

Never again, never again.

Lawyer An had been sitting opposite him, ready to speak,

but seeing his boss pick up the newspaper and lie on the sofa after drinking his coffee,

it seemed like he had nothing to say.

Lawyer An was stunned for a moment,

and couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, what should we do then?"

Zhou Ze moved the newspaper a little,

and replied:

"Whatever."

Lawyer An nodded, feeling a sense of unexpectedness, yet also a sense of inevitability.

Yes,

whatever.

That seemed like something the boss would say.

He had gotten a little too excited listening to the previous stories, what with slaying Yama and fighting Bodhisattvas, as if the day he would counterattack Hell with a grand seal around his waist was just around the corner. He had gotten a little carried away by the enthusiasm.

But the boss was someone who could easily calm his employees down;

here,

the word "calm" could be replaced by "lethargic."

Just look,

from the little loli to himself,

one by one, people who were once as energetic as if they'd been injected with chicken blood,

after staying in the bookstore for a long time,

were either falling in love or lazing around. Tsk!

Lawyer An got up and went upstairs, quickly coming back down, but changed into sportswear.

"Where are you going?"

Zhou Ze asked curiously, putting down the newspaper.

A year had passed,

and the people in the bookstore hadn't changed much, but they certainly weren't exactly the same as they were a year ago.

"Jogging."

"Jogging to the clubhouse?"

"Really just jogging. I have too much energy all day long. If I don't exercise, I can't even meditate at night.

Boss, you just rest, I'm going out."

With that,

Lawyer An hung a white towel around his neck and ran straight out.

"Boss, Lawyer An has digested the White Fox's demon core. It seems to be because the demon power has merged into his body, so he has to go out for a run every day for the past six months. He has to run very far.

Sometimes he doesn't come back all night and just spends the night outside."

Spending the night here wasn't that kind of spending the night. It was probably just that Lawyer An ran too far, miscalculated the distance, and was too lazy to run back, so he just slept outside for the night and ran back the next day.

The effect of the demon core dissolving was obvious, but the effect was really a bit too good.

But An Buqi should be able to handle it. After all, he was a man who had taken Yama to a brothel.

It's a pity,

that King Chujiang didn't comply back then,

otherwise he could have indulged a little before the end.

Coincidentally,

the old Daoist came back from his stroll,

holding an old-fashioned phonograph. This thing was actually not cheaper than the new ones, and even quite a bit more expensive.

After all, it was something that had been discontinued long ago, so it was naturally not easy to find one that still worked.

The old Daoist hummed a song as he pushed open the bookstore door. It was a pity he raised a monkey; otherwise, if he were carrying a birdcage, he would really be no different from the old men in the old city who were living out their retirement.

"Good evening, Boss."

The old Daoist greeted him calmly and walked over.

Then,

his body stiffened,

immediately took two steps back,

turned his head to look at Zhou Ze,

and screamed:

"My god, Boss, you're alive!"

Zhou Ze rolled up the newspaper and tapped his ear.

The old Daoist then realized that he had raised his voice, and immediately lowered it, but still said excitedly:

"Boss, you're awake? I thought you were dead!"

"............" Zhou Ze.

The old Daoist didn't seem to have changed much from a year ago, but that was only if you didn't take off the wig on his head.

Cancer is a nightmare that human medicine has not yet conquered.

In recent years,

almost everyone can find people with cancer in their social circles.

It's as common as a cold, and it's not surprising when it happens to anyone;

but this ordinariness is often the most terrifying, like Death's lottery, and whoever is chosen can only accept their fate, and the probability is quite high.

The old Daoist's spirit was good, but according to Yingying, the cancer cells had further spread in the old Daoist's body and had even spread to his brain. He would have to go to the hospital for surgery next.

If the surgery was successful, his life could be extended for a while, but if it wasn't successful...

"Still want to die?"

Zhou Ze asked.

The turmoil in Hell had allowed Boss Zhou to learn to take many things lightly.

Of course, Zhou Ze himself was someone who could easily put his worries and problems behind him.

For example, the problem that Lawyer An mentioned earlier,

Boss Zhou thought the problem was very serious,

and then,

that was it.

"No, no, no, I just misspoke, misspoke, Boss, don't take it to…………"

"That's not what I meant. Never mind, I won't say it."

Zhou Ze stood up, his head immediately feeling dizzy, but he steadied himself by supporting the coffee table.

"Take good care of your body."

"Okay, Boss, I know."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to say anything more. He couldn't very well say that he brought him warm greetings from his ancestors.

Moreover,

everyone has the right to choose,

just like how the old Daoist abandoned his inheritance and chose to run away back then.

But as it stands,

Boss Zhou really didn't know

why the old Daoist ran away back then,

leaving his fortune to the Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva still maintained his position high above, no matter how things changed below. From this point of view, the old Daoist's choice back then didn't seem to make sense.

But the previous life was the previous life. These questions naturally had nothing to do with the old Daoist now.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"

The little monkey suddenly ran down from the second floor. It hadn't been in the store before and didn't know where it had gone to play. It had just come home from the second-floor balcony and sensed Zhou Ze's aura, so it came down to greet him.

The little monkey had grown up,

it really had grown up.

Although it was still a little monkey,

it was obvious that its arms and legs had become much stronger.

Zhou Ze even seriously grabbed the little monkey and carefully examined its arm.

Generally speaking, looking at the thickness of the bones is a habit when looking at dogs.

Anyway, they're both furry animals, so they should be about the same.

However, the three tufts of fur on the back of the little monkey's neck caught Zhou Ze's attention.

One side was purple, one side was red, and the middle was golden.

The colors were very clear and distinct.

This couldn't help but make Zhou Ze think of the Purple-Gold Divine Monkey and the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey.

The little monkey was blessed. Perhaps Heaven had pity on its previous experiences and gave it a great compensation.

The legacy of the Mountain-Moving Ape Monkey, the legacy of the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey, and the legacy of the Purple-Gold Divine Monkey.

Ordinary monkeys would have to burn incense to receive even one of them,

but this one had "Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown."

If it was raised well, who knew what level of monster it could grow into.

It was just a pity that the little monkey's image when it transformed into a demon was a bit of a mess;

otherwise, Boss Zhou would definitely have had someone prepare a set of Sun Wukong costumes in advance,

so that at least when he took it out to fight in the future,

before the fight even started,

he could overwhelm the opponent with his aura.

The Purple-Gold Divine Monkey under the command of the first generation had made great contributions in the process of conquering Hell and was almost invincible.

The Mountain-Moving Ape Monkey and the Red-Buttocked Horse Monkey were by no means simple characters either. Tsk tsk, this opportunity made Boss Zhou a little envious.

The little monkey was being played with by Zhou Ze like a Barbie doll. He didn't know if it was because Zhou Ze had just woken up or for some other reason, but although it looked reluctant, it still cooperated with Zhou Ze's posture.

After a while,

when Zhou Ze patted its head to signal that it was over, the little monkey immediately darted out, seizing the time to escape from his clutches.

"Boss, I'm going to cook."

Zhou Ze nodded.

Yingying happily went into the kitchen.

She had worked so hard to learn how to cook, wasn't it all to cook for her own boss?

Now that the boss was awake, Yingying was really a little impatient.

Before, the boss's stomach had always been in someone else's hands, even if that person was a man, but he was just too pretty for a man.

Now it was her turn to reclaim the strategic high ground!

Yingying stood in front of the stove,

took a deep breath,

heated the wok and added oil,

the sizzling sound of the oil was like a bugle call before the start of a war.

Zhou Ze continued to sit on the sofa,

picked up the newspaper again, and covered his face.

He didn't pay attention to the news in the newspaper,

but instead began to call out in his heart:

"Iron Dunce?"

There was no response.

"Ying Gou?"

There was no response.

"Old Iron?"

There was no response.

"Hey, are you still there?"

There was still no response.

This made Boss Zhou frown.

Although this result wasn't very surprising,

if Ying Gou really fell into a deep sleep again, it would really be a very troublesome thing for Zhou Ze.

Back then, he had put in so much effort to awaken Ying Gou. Did he have to do it again?

This was really like enjoying credit card spending in the moment, and then the repayment date would really be unbearable. The changes in Hell had been going on for a year, and because he had returned to life from the first-generation Iguchi, he had actually wasted a year.

If there were any more disturbances or changes next, it would be very troublesome if Ying Gou wasn't around.

In fact, Boss Zhou himself had realized that he and Ying Gou, who was whose dog, who needed to release the dog at a critical moment, the definition of this role was really a bit ambiguous.

Even if he didn't start from a utilitarian point of view, Zhou Ze wouldn't want to see Ying Gou fall into a deep sleep again or have an accident.

Zhou Ze gave up a little,

but still tried his luck,

and called out again:

"Watchdog?"

There was still no response.

Well then,

he really had fallen into a deep sleep again.

Boss Zhou put down the newspaper,

held his forehead,

and sighed.

It's over,

it's over,

was he going to have to continue to live cautiously next?

The problem was that he had been lying in bed for a year, and after waking up, he still had to live in fear. It was really hard to be happy.

"Who…………are…………you…………calling…………"