Chapter 1

The small, abandoned shed barely provided shelter from the sun and rain. The surrounding environment was also messy, but at least there wasn't any obvious garbage. Instead, there were some children's toys, neatly arranged.

Oh, and there was a person lying there.

Unfortunately, no reporters happened to pass by at the time. Otherwise, if they could have captured a scene of dozens of stray dogs and cats dragging a person together, it would definitely have moved many people to tears.

The little monkey was holding a lump of something black and grimy in its hand, like a ball of mud, but this mud looked very clean.

Then, it took a little and slowly smeared it on the man's wounds.

The man had too many wounds: two burns on his chest, a penetrating wound in his back, and countless cuts and lacerations all over. After the mud was applied, nearly half of the man's body was covered.

He looked like a "beggar's chicken" about to be unearthed.

The monkey was sometimes helpless because it really disliked the man. It often had the urge to strangle him, but after each bout of struggle and helplessness, it could only subconsciously try to help him stay alive, not wanting him to die in front of it like this in a muddled way.

He should have died. With such severe injuries, even if he had landed on a pile of garbage after falling from the roof, which had absorbed most of the impact, his original injuries were enough to kill an ordinary person several times over.

But he didn't die. Sometimes the monkey would put its ear to the man's chest and could hear a strong heartbeat.

Judging from the heartbeat, the man seemed very healthy and not weak at all, but overall, it was a miracle that he even had a heartbeat.

It was as if his heart was a separate part from his whole body.

Even if all the other organs of the main body were already failing, the heart was still happily beating away, doing its own thing.

In this way, seven days passed. During these seven days, the man did not wake up and remained unconscious. The monkey tried to feed the man some mashed food.

The food was brought to it by stray dogs and cats as a tribute. It mashed the food and fed it to the man, but every time it fed him, the unconscious man would quickly spit it out.

This made the monkey furious. It was giving him the cleanest, most delicious food that originally belonged to it, and he was still spitting it out!

The monkey felt that its life was a bit tasteless. Look, the food that it usually thought was great, the man was instinctively refusing to eat even when unconscious.

He was looking down on this great one!

The monkey, feeling annoyed, found a jar of "Lao Gan Ma" (a brand of chili sauce) in the shed with half a bottle left and fed it directly to him. The monkey had eaten it before and it had been so spicy that it had jumped up and down.

To the monkey's surprise, the guy actually swallowed it. The monkey took some more food, mashed it, and continued to feed him, and he ate it as well.

The monkey was shocked.

What kind of heavy taste was this!

Finally, on the eighth day, Zhou Ze's eyelids twitched slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling confused about where he was. It wasn't a hospital or a bookstore.

It was more like a makeshift shelter for a homeless person.

At the same time, a furry tail was swaying in front of him.

A little girl's face was facing him,

Oh no,

A red apple was facing him,

Or maybe not,

Finally,

Zhou Ze saw clearly,

It was a monkey's ass facing him.

The monkey was holding mud in its hand and smearing it on his wounds. Zhou Ze even smelled the fishy smell of the soil. He was a little anxious and wanted to open his mouth to remind the monkey that doing this might cause his wounds to become inflamed and fester, but when he opened his mouth, Zhou Ze could only make "euh euh..." sounds.

His lips were a little dry, and his throat was also very painful. He couldn't make any sound at all.

The monkey was startled and finally turned the little girl's face around, using its own face to face Zhou Ze.

The man and the monkey stared at each other.

The monkey suddenly scratched its ears and cheeks. This guy was awake, but the way he looked with his eyes open seemed even more deserving of a beating!

Zhou Ze felt a little absurd. He had already forgotten the memory of that day on the rooftop. He only remembered that he seemed to have had a good fight.

It seemed like he was fighting with a woman, and also like he was fighting with a Japanese person. In short, the fight was a mess, and the ending was also a mess.

It felt like a person waking up the day after drinking too much, with some gaps in his memory of being drunk yesterday.

If he couldn't speak, then he wouldn't speak. If he couldn't move, then he wouldn't move. If there was a monkey by his side, then there was a monkey by his side.

The bookstore owner's life since being reborn had successfully transformed Dr. Zhou, who had been diligent and eager to climb up the ladder in his previous life, into a handsome man who understood how to be content with his lot.

Like an eighty or ninety-year-old man, he had seen through what needed to be seen through, and Zhou Ze had actually died once already.

As usual, the monkey smeared mud on his wounds every day, fed him Lao Gan Ma, and then fed him spicy sticks, Wangzai steamed buns, half a chicken leg, and other foods.

Then, after serving him well every day, it would stand in front of him, holding a plastic toy hammer, and repeatedly hitting its own head, looking very unhappy.

Zhou Ze felt that this monkey seemed to have some mental problems.

However, this monkey was really smart, unlike ordinary monkeys. It could even understand the meaning in your eyes, but most of the time, except for serving Zhou Ze, it was unwilling to stay by Zhou Ze's side for too long.

It would often stick its ass up, turn the little girl's face towards Zhou Ze, and then stare blankly at the sun or moon in the sky, lost in thought.

This was a monkey with a story, and it even knew how to think about life.

In the first few days after waking up, Zhou Ze didn't feel anything unusual, but after four or five days, Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something.

It was already difficult enough for the Monkey King to have been born from a stone.

It seemed unlikely that such a "human-like" monkey would appear one after another in small Tong City.

And he seemed to have just seen a monkey a few days ago.

Then,

He had killed that monkey.

That incident eventually led to a very annoying thing. An old fart who claimed to be his servant treated him to a meal and then made a dish out of his conscience.

But that monkey was indeed killed by him, even if he hadn't been able to find its soul in the end, it should have lost its physical body.

One night, the monkey came back from outside, holding a rolled-up newspaper in its hand. It spread out the newspaper, and there was a fried dough stick inside.

Zhou Ze was now barely able to swallow on his own. The monkey tore off a piece of fried dough stick, fed him a bite, and dipped the fried dough stick in Lao Gan Ma before feeding Zhou Ze another bite.

The man and the monkey had developed a little tacit understanding during this period.

Halfway through eating the fried dough stick, the monkey suddenly froze. It was looking at the newspaper.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. He thought the monkey was smart, but he didn't expect the monkey to be smart enough to read the newspaper.

It was like having a pet dog at home. If it could poop and pee in a designated place and follow your commands to sit and crawl, you would already think it was very smart. But if one day you saw your dog sitting on the toilet to go to the bathroom and even flushing the toilet afterward,

You wouldn't think it was smart, but rather feel terrified.

Fortunately,

The monkey wasn't actually looking at the words.

It was looking at the cover picture of the newspaper.

"Three-Legged Boy Successfully Undergoes Surgery."

The monkey looked at this picture,

And paused for a long time,

Like a person, it sighed and then reached out and wiped its eyes.

Zhou Ze looked at the monkey. At this time, he didn't feel any fear. Yes, this monkey was the one he had killed, and now he was sure of it.

But now, this monkey was repaying evil with kindness.

It saved him, although he didn't know what the mud was all about, it had at least controlled his injuries.

The monkey's cultivation had been destroyed because it had been caught by the lumberjack he had saved, who had taken its monkey brain and eaten its meat, but it seemed that even if this monkey had lost some of its previous memories, its nature was still the same.

The monkey was a little melancholy and then continued to share the rest of the fried dough stick with Zhou Ze. The monkey found a rope and tied one end around Zhou Ze's neck.

Zhou Ze didn't react, letting the monkey do as it pleased, until the rope made a circle around Zhou Ze's neck, and the monkey sat down again by Zhou Ze's bed.

It looked at Zhou Ze, and Zhou Ze looked at it.

There was a glimmer of tears in the monkey's eyes, with anger, hatred, and unwillingness.

Just as Zhou Ze had recognized it, the monkey seemed to have recognized Zhou Ze as well.

It was difficult to say who was right and who was wrong in the grievances between the two, but if either side said that a conclusion needed to be reached, it seemed reasonable.

The monkey slowly tightened the rope. It could now strangle Zhou Ze to death, just as Zhou Ze had pierced his body with his fingernails in the hospital and killed him.

Zhou Ze was lying there, seemingly without any ability to resist.

At this time, several stray dogs appeared outside the shed. Animal instinct told them that there might be a feast later.

With their level of intelligence, they naturally didn't understand why their monkey brother saved this person and then wanted to kill him. They probably thought that it would be more delicious to eat the person after he had been raised well?

The monkey suddenly turned around and bared its teeth at the stray dogs outside.

The stray dogs were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

The monkey then looked dejectedly at Zhou Ze and then reached out and untied the rope around Zhou Ze's neck.

"Slap!"

The monkey slapped itself, a very loud slap.

Then it jumped off the bed, rummaged through the pile of garbage, found a mobile phone with a broken screen, and then jumped back to Zhou Ze.

The phone was turned on. This was something the monkey had brought back yesterday, and Zhou Ze saw that the broken screen of the phone had a signal display, which meant that there was a usable card in the phone.

The monkey knew what a mobile phone was. It stretched out its paw, pointed to the buttons on the phone, and gestured for Zhou Ze to tell it what to press.

Zhou Ze reached out and took the phone from the monkey's hand.

The monkey was shocked by Zhou Ze's reaching out. It didn't expect that he could already move.

As long as his hand could move, then his fingernails could also move.

A little while later,

Zhou Ze smiled.

Then the monkey picked up its plastic toy hammer again,

This time it was aimed at Zhou Ze's head:

"Bo Bo Bo!!!"

Telling you to pretend!

Telling you to pretend!

Telling you to pretend!

After hitting him for a while,

The monkey dropped the plastic toy hammer in its hand,

Sat there,

And smiled too.