Chapter 120 May I Ask at the Tavern, Where is the Shepherd Boy?

Wang Ke’s life was boring and monotonous. He was a workaholic, striving for his life every moment, climbing upwards at all costs.

People who have been poor since childhood often have a greater obsession with money when they grow up, longing for the sense of security that money accumulation brings.

Moreover, people born into normal families find it difficult to understand the psychology of children who grew up in orphanages. What they lack is not just the “sense of security from money.”

Zhou Ze used to be the same, but having lived a second life, Zhou Ze became much more lazy and open-minded.

No obsession cannot be solved by “dying once.”

If not,

Then die a few more times,

And you’ll see things differently.

Wang Ke suggested playing cards, Zhou Ze was noncommittal, Bai Yingying was dismissive, and the old Taoist wanted to join in, but it was impossible for two people to play cards, so they had to give up.

In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patients' medical records for research and started working, not letting on how terrified he really was.

Zhou Ze looked at this “older brother” who grew up with him in the orphanage and seemed to see his former self.

Even before death, he wanted to own more and pursue more. Everyone enjoyed the pleasure brought by work, the satisfaction of accumulation, similar to squirrels hiding nuts in their tree holes.

Regardless of whether there is a tomorrow, you must work.

Outside the window, light began to appear. The night had passed just like that, somewhat slowly, but also somewhat quickly. The zombie didn’t come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke through the window. Tonight was peaceful.

Zhou Ze waited a little longer, until morning, before he planned to get up.

“That’s it for today, I’m going back.”

Wang Ke didn’t shamelessly beg Zhou Ze not to leave and continue protecting him. He lowered his head and continued looking at his medical records. When Zhou Ze said goodbye, he finally raised his head, stretched lazily with a hint of fatigue, and smiled at Zhou Ze:

“Have breakfast before you leave.”

The old Taoist really wanted to nod, but he had to watch Zhou Ze’s expression. Anyway, as far as the old Taoist was concerned, he was extremely satisfied with the Wang family's food, exquisite and delicate, pursuing the enjoyment of taste buds rather than simply filling the stomach.

“No, no need to bother.”

Zhou Ze had a respectful and distant attitude towards anything related to “eating” in the Wang family.

Hearing this, the old Taoist was a little disappointed. In fact, he had good luck yesterday, eating so many messy things and not even getting a stomachache.

“Is the guest leaving?”

At this moment, Wang Ke’s wife walked down the stairs.

She was wearing a black nightgown, and because there were guests, she wore an extra white coat, but it could still be seen that she had a beautiful figure.

The charm of a young married woman flowed out.

Bai Yingying stood beside Zhou Ze and gently tugged on Zhou Ze’s arm. Zhou Ze followed her direction and saw a string of red marks on the calf of Wang Ke’s wife’s left leg.

It looked like blood, leaving traces of the years.

“Honey, last night I accidentally knocked over my bottle of red nail polish while sleeping and didn’t even notice it. When I woke up in the morning and saw the pool of red on the floor, I was almost scared to death.

I watched a horror movie a while ago, you know, I even thought you ate me while I was asleep like the male lead in the movie.”

Wang Ke’s wife walked to Wang Ke, reached out and stroked Wang Ke’s chin. Her husband had been awake all night, and she felt a little sorry for him.

“You’re too thin, I can’t get enough to eat.” Wang Ke responded with a smile, “Go make breakfast.”

“No need, Sister-in-law.”

Zhou Ze refused again.

“We’re leaving first. If anything happens, you can come to my bookstore. By the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street, which isn’t far from here.”

Zhou Ze meant that if they really sensed something was wrong, they could come to his bookstore for refuge.

This was the most Zhou Ze could do. He couldn’t stay by Wang Ke’s side 24 hours a day to protect him. Moreover, today was Qingming Festival (Tomb Sweeping Day), the time when his bookstore was “doing good business.”

Many new customers would flood into the bookstore because of the Qingming Festival. This was a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze didn’t want to miss it.

After declining Wang Ke and his wife’s invitation to stay, the three of them walked out of the Wang family’s villa.

As soon as they went out, Zhou Ze stopped and looked back at the balcony.

Wang Ke’s daughter should still be sleeping. Now it was the Qingming Festival holiday, and she didn’t have to go to school.

The little loli should not have returned yet, or she might not be able to return at all. In fact, if the little loli returned, Wang Ke's worries would probably be unnecessary. If that zombie really wanted to come to the Wang family for revenge, it would probably be a one-way trip.

“Boss, that, was it really red nail polish?” Bai Yingying asked from behind Zhou Ze.

“It could also be her period, and she made up an excuse to avoid embarrassment.”

“…………” Bai Yingying.

How could she answer that? Besides, how could a zombie have that kind of thing!

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying, and said, “You should have stopped, right?”

“…………” Bai Yingying.

This made it too embarrassing for her to answer!

The three walked to the entrance of the residential area. Because it was morning, it was quite lively here, and many stalls on the street had already opened.

Regardless of whether any malicious incidents had occurred recently, people's lives always had to continue.

A middle-aged man with all his limbs intact was kneeling on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, begging. He looked a bit pitiful, dirty, and kept saying “ah, ah, ah,” like a mute.

When the old Taoist passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the old Taoist's trouser leg, indicating that the old Taoist should give him some alms. After all, the old Taoist was dressed as a monk, which looked easier to fool money out of.

Begging was also a profession that required rich experience, and they knew how to distinguish and focus on selecting their customer base.

Who knew that the old Taoist directly waved his sleeve and pushed away the beggar's hand, while spitting at the beggar and cursing:

“You have arms and legs, and you’re younger than I am. What’s wrong with doing something else? You have to beg here. Your ancestors’ faces have been disgraced by you!”

With the old Taoist’s age and status, it was not wrong for him to say these words.

He was so old and still had to do live broadcasts and serve ghosts. He was usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze had heard Bai Yingying say that the old Taoist seemed to be sponsoring several poor students in the mountains.

Hearing this, the beggar was quite embarrassed and angry, and immediately stood up. Only to hear him scream, and then he fell to the ground, gesticulating wildly and shouting, "Ah, ah, ah!"

The direct meaning was that the old Taoist hit him, and the implied meaning was that he wanted to extort money.

When the old Taoist saw this scene, he was so angry that he laughed. He couldn't help but want to go up and give this scoundrel a few punches.

Of course, there were also people watching around. Everyone came with a mentality of watching the fun, and no one spoke for or stood up for the beggar.

These days, everyone's sympathy had long been exhausted by beggar scammers. Sympathizing with the weak was human nature, but these days, sometimes people who seemed to be "weak" often reversed, and their lives might be better than those who sympathized with them.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He didn’t want to waste time on this kind of thing and gave Bai Yingying a look.

Bai Yingying understood and approached the crowd.

The beggar only felt a bone-chilling chill coming from under him, and immediately jumped up and shouted:

“I’m freezing to death, freezing to death!”

He could speak, and there was an immediate burst of laughter from the crowd. Although they didn't know why, everyone thought it was interesting.

The beggar ran away in despair.

The old Taoist sniffed and sighed, “Some people deserve to be poor.”

Zhou Ze smiled, not telling him that he had seen the beggar's phone in his pocket was an iPhone X.

The three of them made do with breakfast at the entrance of the residential area. Bai Yingying thoughtfully brought sour plum juice. This time Zhou Ze ate more. He didn't eat a bite of the midnight snack last night, and he really needed to eat to replenish his energy.

After eating, Bai Yingying prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a hunched back walked past the three of them. The old man was carrying a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just returned from buying groceries.

What caught people's attention was that the old man had only two fingers on his left hand that was carrying the bag. He was a genuine disabled person.

When the old Taoist saw this scene, he took the initiative to step forward and ask if he needed help.

The old man shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it.

The old Taoist said, "Old brother, it's okay. Do you live in this community? I'll help you carry it back."

But the old man still insisted on smiling and shaking his head, indicating that he could do it himself. He could do his own things and didn't need help, even though it did look difficult for those two fingers to carry the things.

The old man walked forward. He should live in the same community as Wang Ke.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and said, “People are indeed different. People with sound limbs who are not old kneel on the ground, wanting to gain something for nothing and beg for food.

But this disabled old brother, who is a round older than me, still maintains his self-respect and pride.

Let’s have a big toast. This morning chicken soup is so enjoyable. I feel like it's another energetic and positive day.”

The old Taoist was talking to himself and self-satisfying. This was the case with everyone who drank chicken soup, as if their souls had been purified in an instant.

“He dropped something,” Zhou Ze reminded.

“What, did he drop his wallet? Then I’ll quickly bring it back to him. He’s so old, it’s easy to forget things, his memory won’t be good, and it’s not easy.”

The old Taoist said while looking at Zhou Ze, and then he was stunned, with a terrified expression on his face;

He saw Zhou Ze holding a finger joint in his hand, with blood stains on the end, and even a faint heat rising from it. It was really fresh.

“You’re right, when people get old, their memory gets bad.

Even when a finger falls off,

They don’t notice it.”