Chapter 1

The small, abandoned shack could barely provide shade and shelter from the rain. The surrounding environment was also messy, but at least there was no obvious garbage. Instead, there were some children's toys, neatly stacked.

Oh, and there was a person lying there.

Too bad no reporters happened to pass by; otherwise, if they could have captured the image of dozens of stray dogs and cats dragging a person, its release would have moved many to tears.

Little Monkey was holding a dark, grimy lump 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 on his back, and countless cuts and gashes all over, so that after the application, nearly half of the man's body was covered in the mud.

Like a "beggar's chicken" about to be unearthed.

Sometimes the monkey felt helpless because it really disliked the man and often felt the urge to strangle him. But after each struggle, it could only subconsciously try to help him stay alive, not letting him die in front of it in such a muddled way.

He really should have died. With such severe injuries, even though he had landed on a pile of garbage after falling from the rooftop, 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 put its ear to the man's chest and could hear a strong heartbeat.

Judging from the heartbeat, the man seemed very healthy, 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 the rest of his organs were failing, his heart still beat wildly and recklessly.

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

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

This made the monkey furious. It gave him the cleanest and most delicious food, originally its own rations, and he still spat it out!

The monkey felt that its life was a bit tasteless. Look, the food it usually thought was great, but he instinctively refused to eat it even while unconscious.

He was looking down on this great lord!

With its mood soured, the monkey found a jar of "Lao Gan Ma" (brand of chili sauce) with half a bottle left in the shack and directly fed it to him. The monkey had eaten it before, and it was so spicy that it jumped up and down.

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

The monkey was shocked.

What kind of palate did this guy have!

Finally, on the eighth day, Zhou Ze's eyelids twitched slightly. He slowly opened his eyes, wondering where he was. It wasn't a hospital, nor a bookstore.

It was more like a homeless person's makeshift dwelling.

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

A little sister'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 and smearing it on his wounds. Zhou Ze even smelled the earthy odor. He was a little anxious and wanted 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 "eh eh..." sounds.

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

The monkey was startled and finally turned the little sister's face around, facing Zhou Ze with its own face.

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 annoying!

Zhou Ze felt a little absurd. He had 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, or maybe he was fighting with a Japanese person. In short, the fight was a mess, and the ending was also a mess.

It felt like someone who had drunk too much and woke up the next day, with some memory fragments about being drunk the previous day.

If he couldn't speak, he wouldn't speak. If he couldn't move, he wouldn't move. If there was a monkey beside him, then there was a monkey.

The bookstore owner's life since his rebirth had successfully turned Doctor Zhou, who had been diligent and eager to climb the ladder in his previous life, into a handsome man who knew how to adapt to circumstances.

Like an old man in his eighties or nineties, he had come to terms with what he should. And Zhou Ze had already died once.

The monkey routinely smeared mud on his wounds every day, fed him Lao Gan Ma every day, 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 hit its own head, looking very unhappy.

Zhou Ze felt that this monkey seemed to be a little mentally disturbed.

However, this monkey was really smart, not like an ordinary monkey. In fact, it could understand the meaning in your eyes, but most of the time, after serving Zhou Ze, it was unwilling to stay by Zhou Ze's side for too long.

Often it would stick its ass out, turn the little sister's face toward Zhou Ze, and then stare blankly at the sun or moon, 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 quite extraordinary that the Monkey King was born from a stone.

It seemed unlikely that such "human-like" monkeys would appear in Tongcheng one after another.

And he had just seen a monkey a few days ago.

Then,

That monkey was killed by him.

That incident eventually led to a very frustrating thing: an old geezer who claimed to be his servant treated him to a meal and then made his conscience into a dish.

But that monkey was indeed killed by him. Even if he didn't find its soul in the end, it should have lost its physical body.

One night, the monkey came back from outside, holding a bundled newspaper in its hand. It unfolded the newspaper, and there was a fried dough stick inside.

Zhou Ze could barely swallow on his own now. The monkey tore off a piece of the 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 bit of tacit understanding during this time.

Halfway through 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 a newspaper.

It was like a pet dog at home. If it could poop and pee at a fixed spot and obey 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 and flushing it,

You wouldn't think it was smart, but you would feel horrified.

Fortunately,

The monkey wasn't actually reading the words,

But looking at the cover picture of the newspaper.

"Three-Legged Boy's Surgery a Success."

The monkey looked at the picture,

For a long time,

Like a person, it sighed, and then the monkey reached out and rubbed 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 had saved him, and although he didn't know what was going on with the mud, at least it had controlled his injuries.

The monkey's cultivation was ruined because it was caught by the lumberjack he had saved, who took its monkey brain and ate its meat. But it seemed that even if this monkey had lost some of its previous memories, its nature remained 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 and let the monkey do as it pleased until the rope made a circle around Zhou Ze's neck. The monkey sat down by Zhou Ze's bed again.

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

There were tears in the monkey's eyes, anger, hatred, and unwillingness.

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

It was unclear who was right and who was wrong in the conflict between the two, but it seemed reasonable for either side to say that it needed to be settled.

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

Zhou Ze lay there, seemingly without any ability to resist.

At this moment, a few stray dogs appeared outside the shack. 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 had saved this person and then wanted to kill him. Perhaps they thought that the meat would taste better after the person was 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.

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

"Slap!"

The monkey slapped itself, a loud slap.

Then it jumped off the bed, rummaged through the trash, and found a cell phone with a cracked screen. Then it jumped in front of Zhou Ze again.

The phone was on. This was something the monkey had brought back yesterday, and Zhou Ze saw a signal displayed on the phone's cracked screen, meaning there was a working SIM card inside.

The monkey knew what a cell phone was. It reached out its paw and pointed to the buttons on the phone, indicating that Zhou Ze should tell it what to press.

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

The monkey was stunned by Zhou Ze's action. It hadn't expected that he could already move.

If his hand could move, then his fingernails could also move.

A moment 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!!!"

I told you to pretend!

I told you to pretend!

I told you to pretend!

After hitting him for a while,

The monkey dropped the plastic toy hammer,

Sat there,

And smiled too.