Chapter 14 Is Her Brain Broken?

"Does she have a problem 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 either. When he was a doctor, he often saw people choosing auspicious days for C-sections,

but he had never seen anyone insist on choosing an auspicious time to die.

He guessed that this old woman, while lying in bed before her death, must have been staring at the clock at home, calculating when she would breathe her last.

Judging from the old woman's wailing, she definitely wasn't faking it. Who would fake it when they're already dead? Who would they be pretending for?

It's just that her constant crying was making Zhou Ze a little irritable. The old Taoist couldn't hear it, but he could. His sleep quality wasn't good to begin with. How was he supposed to rest if he was disturbed like this?

Zhou Ze didn't have the heart of a Bodhisattva, and he had eaten his conscience not long ago.

The old woman's crying wouldn't elicit Zhou Ze's concern; it would only cause revulsion.

"Scare her to make her shut up."

Zhou Ze signaled to Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying nodded, revealing her fangs. The aura of a jiangshi was immediately revealed, and the old woman indeed stopped crying. She was frightened.

At the same time, the old woman's obsession was slowly dissipating.

The reason ordinary souls can linger in the world is solely because of a wisp of obsession. Once the obsession dissipates, they will naturally return to where they should go.

What the ghost messengers need to capture and send to hell are those souls whose obsessions are difficult to dissipate or who have simply turned into vengeful ghosts. These are what count towards their performance.

In other words,

if Zhou Ze had sent the old woman away earlier, it would have counted as performance, although not much, but it was still better than nothing.

But now, the old woman could return to hell on her own. Even if Zhou Ze risked his wound rupturing or fainting, opening a gate to hell for the old woman would only be doing her a favor for nothing. In reality, he wouldn't get any benefits.

The old woman's soul was slowly dissipating, gradually sinking into the ground.

"Boss, why is your hand shaking?"

Bai Yingying, who had been supporting Zhou Ze, noticed Zhou Ze's abnormality.

"Heartache."

Zhou Ze uttered these two words.

He understood the possible impact of keeping Bai Yingying by his side, as the little loli had said. Some ghosts were attracted to him, but when scared by the jiangshi, they immediately understood and obediently went to hell.

Then what was left for him to do?

Of course, this was something that couldn't be forcibly reversed, and today's surprises were already significant. The key to the gate of hell and the news that something major might have happened to the little loli were far more valuable than the performance of a single ghost.

This sleep was still considered peaceful.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that some of his strength had recovered. He wasn't as weak as yesterday. Without waiting for Bai Yingying to help him, Zhou Ze supported himself with his hands and stood up.

Although he was a little unsteady, he managed to stand up after all.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Bai Yingying was quite worried, afraid that Zhou Ze would suddenly fall, especially when Zhou Ze signaled not to help him down the stairs.

With Zhou Ze's current physical condition, he was about the same as an elderly person with mobility issues.

Bai Yingying was really worried that if Zhou Ze fell and broke an arm or a leg, or even worse, became paralyzed, the old Taoist's mentally challenged electric "wuwuwu" wheelchair 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, "wuwuwuwuwu" moving,

with a pacifier in his mouth.

It was really,

"Hahahahaha..."

Laughing,

Bai Yingying stopped. She saw Zhou Ze turn his head to look at her.

"Zombification?" Zhou Ze asked.

Bai Yingying shook her head.

"Zombie epilepsy?" Zhou Ze asked again.

Bai Yingying immediately shook her head again.

She didn't dare to say what she had just secretly imagined, otherwise, when the boss recovered, he would definitely stab her to death.

Yeah,

with his fingernails.

Zhou Ze felt that his maid seemed to have a screw loose early in the morning and said again:

"Make a few noises for me to hear."

"Ying ying ying."

Oh, she's normal now.

Slowly supporting himself down the stairs, Zhou Ze felt a sense of accomplishment like when he was learning to walk as a child. To be honest, he didn't want to experience the feeling of blacking out from drinking again.

The pleasure is temporary, instantaneous, and then comes a super long period of weakness and decadence.

It's like taking too much of that stuff and being a vigorous and imposing seven-times-a-night man in bed,

but the next day, your waist and knees are weak, and you might even have a stroke.

The old Taoist was already up. No matter how late he sleeps, he gets up early. He has a fixed routine, and he even practices a set of boxing in the morning.

As a warm-hearted old Taoist with aspirations to care for fallen women,

he understands the importance of protecting his physical fitness.

When Zhou Ze came down, the old Taoist had already finished his boxing and was talking with the little monkey.

The old Taoist was holding some black mud in his hands, and there was a large bag on the ground.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

That was the stuff the little monkey applied to your wounds when you were injured, with remarkable effects, no less than the "Black Jade Ointment for Connecting Broken Bones" in martial arts novels.

It's just that the smell is a bit unpleasant, and for someone as clean as Zhou Ze, applying layers of mud on himself is no less than a form of torture.

But then,

an even more shocking scene appeared, making Zhou Ze feel that the torture was intensified.

The old Taoist brought the plastic bag filled with mud to the little monkey,

or rather, to the little monkey's crotch,

while making "psss psss..." sounds.

"Little ancestor,

hurry up and pee,

we're counting on this stuff to make a fortune now,

be good,

hurry up and pee, be good, psss psss..."

Zhou Ze's face was full of black lines.

The mud he applied on himself,

actually,

actually,

actually came from this!

"Ouch!"

Bai Yingying was quick-witted and helped Zhou Ze when he was about to fall.

The old Taoist heard the noise and turned around,

giving Zhou Ze a sunny smile like the sun outside, waving hello with a handful of black mud:

"Boss, good morning!"

Heaven knows,

if it weren't for Zhou Ze's injury these days,

the old Taoist really didn't know how many times he would have died already.

…………

From noon to afternoon, the bookstore is usually not open for business. This bookstore, located in the prime area of South Street in the city center, is just that capricious, just that high-class!

However, if a customer comes in, wanting to buy books or read books or have a drink, they won't be turned away.

But Xu Qinglang had put up a sign to reduce his workload:

"Minimum consumption of one hundred in this store."

This is enough to scare away eighty or ninety percent of potential customers.

Zhou Ze let it go, the fewer random people, the easier everyone's workload would be.

Of course, there are also some local tyrants who don't care about money coming over. Zhou Ze had just finished his meal and was fighting the nausea in his body when a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle and a yellow jacket walked in.

He seemed to be very satisfied with the quietness of this store, asked for a glass of ice water, took out his laptop, and sat on the sofa to work.

After a while,

his laptop seemed to be playing on speakerphone,

and it sounded:

"Macau's first online casino is online, beautiful dealers are dealing cards online..."

The old Taoist understood the hidden meaning,

his ears twitched, and he immediately leaned over,

as if he had found a like-minded daoist friend.

But when he looked at the interface, the old Taoist was dumbfounded. What happened to the island nation's quality education action movies? What's with all the chips on the screen?

"Do you also gamble online?"

The man looked at the old Taoist leaning over with interest and asked.

What kind of person is the old Taoist? He can become sworn brothers with a monkey,

he can trick the cute netizens in the live broadcast room into buying ghost money,

and he can trick coal bosses in Liaoning into transporting coal to sell to Shanxi,

so he immediately said:

"Yeah, I occasionally play a few games, but I don't play big, it's not interesting actually, not exciting.

I usually like to go to Macau to play, just to relax."

As he spoke, the old Taoist even took out his little finger to pick his ear,

acting as if he was nonchalant!

At the same time, the old Taoist also let the little monkey stick its head forward and touched it.

Look at this act,

see,

the golden monkey, a national protected animal, is my pet,

isn't it much better than those Arab tyrants who raise leopards?

The man was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if what the old Taoist was boasting about was true, but this golden monkey wasn't fake.

Moreover, opening such a bookstore in the city center of South Street, you're either crazy or have too much money to burn and are just playing a life game.

Immediately, the man became enthusiastic towards the old Taoist, warmly inviting the old Taoist to sit next to him, giving the old Taoist a detailed introduction to the gameplay of his website.

Zhou Ze was also listening next to him, and then took out his mobile phone, wondering if he should call the police.

Most online gambling in China is a scam, tricking people into depositing money, first letting you make money and then fattening you up to slaughter you like a pig. In fact, these are all tricks left over from the gambling dens of the ancestors, but the number of people who fall into the trap is really countless.

Because no matter how the tricks change, it doesn't really matter,

the key is the greed in people's hearts, which is passed down from generation to generation and cannot be changed.

But the conversation that followed made Zhou Ze temporarily refrain from calling the police.

Because the old Taoist has always maintained his high-class act,

showing a dismissive attitude towards this kind of lottery or other common gambling methods, which made the man spend a lot of money to win over this crazy local tyrant client,

and finally directly said:

"There is a really exciting project, I just don't know if the boss dares to play it?"

"Tch, I dare to help ghosts take a bath, so what am I afraid of with your exciting project?"

Someone can testify to this,

the old Taoist didn't brag.

"Tell me, what are we betting on?" the old Taoist urged.

The man hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth and said:

"Betting on life!"

For a time,

Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the conversation next to him, felt his spoon tremble slightly,

and 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, appeared,

as well as the sacrificed policeman who he had personally sent down,

who told him before leaving that he was investigating a gambling group,

they don't gamble on anything else,

nor do they play anything else,

but,

bet on life!