A hand that had just finished peeing,

Trembled slightly.

Lao Dao (Old Taoist) now deeply regretted skipping work to come out for a drink. Wasn't it a great and noble career to stay in the bookstore and wholeheartedly serve ghosts?

Why did he drink!

Lao Dao wasn't an ordinary person. Although he couldn't compare to Xu Qinglang and didn't have any real Daoist magic, he had at least served two generations of "ghosts." He still had a good eye and had seen many bizarre things.

The faint fluorescent glow on the intern doctor's teeth was like the devil's smile in the night, making one uneasy. The faucet that had just been turned off seemed to have been turned on again, and one might not notice the dripping water.

Lao Dao had previously told him to sprinkle fluorescent powder on the corpse, and the intern doctor had replied that he had done so.

Then, the fluorescent powder appeared on his teeth. This association was simply terrifying.

Lao Dao wasn't foolish enough to ask: "Oh, you're in the mood, huh? Brushing your teeth with fluorescent toothpaste."

"What's wrong?"

The intern doctor looked at Lao Dao staring at him and asked, puzzled.

Lao Dao suddenly clutched his stomach and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my stomach suddenly hurts. I guess I ate something bad recently."

"I'll take you to the hospital. Anyway, I'm at the hospital, and it's not far from here." The intern doctor supported Lao Dao and asked, puzzled, "Why are you shaking?"

"My God, my liver hurts, cirrhosis, cirrhosis! I have to go back and take medicine, or I'll have a cerebral hemorrhage and stroke, and my heart disease will flare up too."

Lao Dao was spouting nonsense; in short, he just wanted to leave!

Even if he made up some other terminal illness, he had to leave. This world was too dangerous. The bookstore was safe. Now, Lao Dao suddenly felt how safe Zhou Ze's lazy sunbathing was, and how comforting Miss Tang's cold words were!

"I'll take you back," said the intern doctor.

"No, you're tired too. You should rest. You have to go to work tomorrow, right? You can't be careless; you have to treat and save people."

After saying that, Lao Dao didn't wait for the intern doctor to reply, and directly broke free of his support, running towards the bookstore.

Under the streetlights, Lao Dao ran and looked back, afraid that the intern doctor would suddenly chase after him, but the other party stood in the dark alley where they had just relieved themselves, not moving.

And that fluorescent glow was still there, looming, as if the other party was standing there, smiling as he watched himself run.

He ran all the way to the bookstore. Lao Dao pushed open the door and fell to his knees, panting heavily. He had used all his strength to run back, and he was drenched in sweat, half from the heat and half from fear.

Zhou Ze was sitting behind the bar, sorting out the cabinet. He smiled when he saw Lao Dao come back like this and said:

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, do you know what I just saw? That guy, that guy's teeth were glowing!"

Lao Dao was there, describing what happened, gesticulating wildly, saying that he had escaped from the hands of the devil with great difficulty, and that he had gone through a fierce battle, causing mountains to collapse, water to flow backwards, and the sun and moon to change color!

It was truly terrifying!

But Zhou Ze was still calm, continuing to do what he was doing as if nothing had happened.

After finishing, Lao Dao picked up the water on the table and drank it all in one gulp, calming his inner turmoil, and asked, "Boss, why don't you feel anything?"

"Maybe he's just playing a prank on you."

"A prank?" Lao Dao said with a mournful face, "What if it's not?"

"Then he just has a little necrophilia. It's not a big deal. You can call the police. There seems to be a crime called desecration of corpses, which can lead to a lawsuit."

"And then?" Lao Dao continued to ask.

"And then what?"

"Boss, aren't you going to do anything?" Lao Dao asked in surprise.

"Do I need to do anything?" Zhou Ze asked back.

"............" Lao Dao.

"Didn't you come back safely? Nothing happened. Besides, if he really eats corpses, would he deliberately sprinkle fluorescent powder and then eat the corpse?

Is he stupid?"

"Boss, whether you believe it or not, I don't think it's a joke." Lao Dao said seriously, "I think for the sake of social harmony, we shouldn't sit idly by. If he really is a necrophiliac, it's okay if he secretly eats corpses in the hospital, but what if he can't steal corpses in the future and still wants to eat them? Who can guarantee that he won't do something more excessive in the future?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ze nodded, seeming to think that what Lao Dao said made sense, and then reached out and patted the little monkey on the head, saying:

"Then you take Monkey-ge (older brother) to subdue demons and eliminate evil, and restore peace to the world."

The little monkey didn't understand, but seemed quite encouraged, and vigorously waved the plastic toy hammer in his hand.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Lao Dao's old face collapsed directly, and he sat down on the chair next to him, obviously still a little shaken.

After a while, Lao Dao raised his head and glanced at Zhou Ze, finding that he was preparing some snacks and wine, and asked curiously, "Boss, are you preparing supper?"

"Offerings."

"Offerings? Qingming (Tomb Sweeping Day) is over, are you going to visit a grave?"

"Yeah."

"To whom?"

"To myself."

"This…………"

"Today is my birthday," Zhou Ze explained.

Lao Dao was slightly stunned, always feeling a deep sense of disharmony when a "living person" in front of him said that he wanted to make offerings to himself, and that he was celebrating his death anniversary.

Zhou Ze packed up his things, carried them in a shoulder bag, and walked out of the bar.

"Boss, why don't I go with you?" Lao Dao said diligently, "You don't have a driver's license."

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment and nodded.

If he ran into a traffic police check while driving, it would be troublesome that he didn't have a driver's license.

Lao Dao drove Xu Qinglang's Nissan out and took Zhou Ze to the cemetery.

The cemetery was already closed, but the railings here weren't that high, and it was easy to climb over them.

Lao Dao understood why Zhou Ze wanted to come at night; only at night, when it was quiet and no one was around, could one truly feel that feeling.

In the cemetery, tombstones were neatly arranged there, and the lives of many people came to an end here.

Late at night,陣陣 whispered sounds could be heard from the cemetery, as if someone was talking there.

Lao Dao initially thought he was hallucinating, but after listening carefully for a while, he found that there were indeed sounds, and immediately reached out and touched his crotch.

"Boss, there's demonic energy!"

Zhou Ze ignored him and pointed to a small shelf in front, which had a box with a speaker inside, and the surface was a solar panel.

The sound was coming from inside.

Lao Dao was a little confused and curiously leaned over to take a look. There was also an instruction manual, which said what programs to play at what time periods every day, including morning news, emotional programs, international news, and local news.

"Damn, is it so humanized?"

Lao Dao had only heard of people leaving QR codes on their tombstones before, which he already thought was very avant-garde. He didn't expect that someone would actually put this thing next to their tombstone to relieve boredom.

Zhou Ze found his tombstone, which had his photo on it and a brief description of his life.

Qingming Festival had just passed, and there were still wreaths, small toys, and letters in front of the tombstone, from his colleagues and the children in the orphanage.

Zhou Ze sat down in front of his tombstone and opened the letters one by one, which were all words from the children to him, expressing their longing.

The beginnings were all "Brother Zhou" and "Dear Brother Zhou," and some of the children's letters used a lot of pinyin to replace words they didn't know.

Zhou Ze leaned against his tombstone, quietly watching, without crying or redness in his eyes.

After watching for a while, Zhou Ze placed the wine and food he had brought out and began to eat and drink slowly.

He usually had a hard time eating, and this time was no exception, but eating while watching the children's letters seemed to have the effect of pickled plum juice.

Although it was still difficult to swallow, and still disgusting, he was actually able to resist throwing up this time.

Lao Dao squatted next to him, watching his boss eating offerings, and didn't say anything. He understood.

He was dead, but he was also still alive.

The offerings were for himself, for him to enjoy.

The night breeze was cool, blowing around,

At this moment, it seemed to be a truly peaceful and beautiful time.

After reading the letters, Zhou Ze stretched and looked at his tombstone.

He still remembered that day, when he was pushed into the crematorium, and the fire engulfed him.

Erased,

The traces of his previous life.

Under the tombstone, there were his ashes.

"Boss, why don't I secretly dig them out for you to take back as a souvenir?" Lao Dao suggested from the side.

Zhou Ze shook his head. Let the past be the past. He didn't have such a deep obsession. Perhaps he had before, but now he had slowly let go.

However, unintentionally, Zhou Ze noticed a very subtle trace on the position where the tombstone was built. He immediately shone his mobile phone flashlight down.

Seeing this, Lao Dao also crouched down to look together, and then said, "This tombstone has been opened recently!"

Instinctively, Zhou Ze had a bad feeling. He didn't plan to take away his ashes, but that didn't mean he wanted to see anything happen to his ashes.

In the end, this was his thing.

His fingernails immediately grew out, and Zhou Ze directly embedded his fingernails into the gap and pried it open, saving him the trouble of using a shovel.

Soon, the masonry below was dug open, and a black urn was inside.

He took out the urn. The box had weight, which meant there was something inside.

Zhou Ze used his fingernails to pry open the lock and then opened the urn.

In the box,

There was something,

But it wasn't ashes,

But small, crystalline pieces.

"My God, Boss, you burned out sarira!"

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed a small piece, gently pinched it, and it shattered. At the same time, with suppressed, terrifying anger, he said in a deep voice:

"Have you ever seen sarira made of plastic?"