Chapter 215 Dream Awakening, Dream Destruction

The Late Night Bookstore was closed, but the lights were on inside.

Generally speaking, the bookstore would occasionally close during the day but was definitely open at night. But who told the boss to go upstairs to sleep so early tonight?

Since the boss was slacking off, the employees under him were naturally happy to be lazy. Most importantly, without the boss taking action, they wouldn't be able to pack and ship express deliveries for customers even if they came to the door. So, it was better not to bother.

The old Daoist and Xu Qinglang were sitting on the sofa, with two glasses of red wine on the coffee table between them.

The red wine was paid for with the bookstore's money, and it was expensive. The entire bookstore was now filled with an atmosphere of salted fish and decadence, a trend that had been corrupted from top to bottom.

Actually,

at first, everyone's enjoyment of food, clothing, and daily necessities was restrained. But later, as Boss Zhou's coffee and tea became more and more high-end, the people below naturally followed suit.

After all,

even the poorest person in the entire bookstore was enjoying such high-end things,

so why should a few of us with considerable wealth live frugally?

The little monkey squatted on the bar counter, with peanuts in front of it, happily eating by itself. It didn't bother anyone or cause trouble. If someone wanted to play with it, it would play along; if no one wanted to play with it, it would play by itself. It was quite well-behaved.

The old Daoist had also bought it a tight-fitting circlet and a kasaya, and even custom-made a golden cudgel from Taobao. This was just the old Daoist satisfying his own dark humor.

Just thinking about how Sun Dasheng (Monkey King) was being raised by him filled him with pride and satisfaction.

The monkey didn't like the tight-fitting circlet or the cudgel, but it had a special liking for the kasaya. When it had nothing to do, it would wrap the kasaya around itself like a cloak, which actually revealed a bit of Buddhist nature.

The old Daoist had been to Mount Emei, where the monkeys weren't afraid of people and would even take the initiative to ask tourists for food. If you were unlucky enough to encounter a monkey's "irritable old brother,"

the monkeys would even snatch food if you didn't give it.

But even so, the monkeys on Mount Emei were still said to have "Buddhist nature."

But compared to his own monkey, the difference was really too great. It could play with mobile phones, change songs, and even call a Didi taxi. Last time, the monkey took a taxi to General Mountain to see a doctor for the boss.

Tsk tsk tsk,

anyway, in the eyes of the old Daoist, other people's children were never as cute as his own.

The old Daoist had said more than once that he had no children in his life. Although he had sponsored many poor students, few of them called him on holidays to say hello. On the contrary, when he was down on his luck and short of money, many called him to urge him to pay for tuition and living expenses, and their words were harsh, as if he owed them money and they couldn't get out of the mountains because of his fault.

He was raising this monkey as his own grandson. After all, sometimes, animals understood the principle of gratitude better than people.

"This life is pretty decadent,"

the old Daoist said after taking a sip of red wine and squinting his eyes. He couldn't taste the quality of the red wine, so what he was actually tasting was how many RMB this sip of red wine had cost.

Just thinking about the price, the taste of the red wine came out.

After swallowing the red wine,

the old Daoist stretched his old waist, let out a soft sigh, and then said:

"Do you think there are still plainclothes police officers staring outside our bookstore?"

"Don't know."

"Don't you know some术法 (shùfǎ, spells)?"

"You don't know what level I'm at? Just a half-bucket of water." Xu Qinglang was honest. "What about you? Your ancestors were once wealthy. Haven't you thought about picking up术法 (shùfǎ, spells) and practicing it?"

"It's been lost for a long time. What about you? Don't you want to practice it again?"

"What's the point of practicing? It's good to just eat, drink, and have fun now. I can look at different scenery while minding my own business. Actually, his attitude towards life is the most comfortable. If he was really like your former boss in Rongcheng, then we'd have to live with our heads tied to our waists.

It's exciting, sure,

but thinking about it now, it's still more comfortable now."

"Forget it, forget it, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

The old Daoist finished the rest of the red wine in one gulp, greeted Xu Qinglang, and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"It is said that moonlight is good for the skin. I'm sunbathing in the moonlight."

Xu Qinglang pointed to the mask on his face,

as if absorbing the essence of the moon.

"Tch, crazy."

The old Daoist yawned, called the monkey, and then walked up the stairs. Just as he reached the second floor, the old Daoist and the monkey shivered together.

"Hiss………………”

Damn,

was the air conditioning turned up too high?

So cold?

The old Daoist subconsciously hugged his arms and walked inside. He first walked to the boss's bedroom door, because white air was constantly escaping from the crack under the door.

Obviously,

this was the source.

"Knock knock knock…………"

The old Daoist knocked on the door,

"Boss, the air conditioner's broken, the power's too strong."

There was no response from inside.

The old Daoist couldn't care about anything else at this time. He had to open the door himself, otherwise he was really worried that he would unknowingly hibernate while sleeping at night.

The door was pushed open, the old Daoist poked his head in, and then he froze.

On the bed,

there was a man and a woman.

Of course,

the old Daoist would occasionally yy in his heart about what would happen between the boss and Bai Yingying every night when they slept together. Although he knew that Yingying was a zombie and the waterways were frozen, as an experienced driver, the old Daoist knew that there were many ways to exercise, which was the real charm and interest.

The posture on the bed

was very harmonious,

much more harmonious than the old Daoist had imagined.

The boss was lying on Yingying's lap,

Yingying was sitting on the bed, with her hands on the boss's face.

Even when the old Daoist came in, the two of them remained motionless, as if they were sleeping soundly and didn't notice anyone coming in at all.

White air was constantly rising from the boss's body,

and most of this white air was absorbed into Bai Yingying's nose.

A small amount of it escaped, becoming the culprit that caused the surrounding temperature to drop.

This scene

looked exactly like the scene in the Hong Kong and Taiwan midnight movies that the old Daoist used to like, where a fox spirit or a female ghost sucked a man's yang energy.

The old Daoist hesitated for a while,

He didn't know if he should shout "Hey, female zombie, let go of my boss!"

Or shout: "Yo, Yingying, are you enjoying the sucking? Don't suck the boss dry."

The old Daoist didn't believe that Yingying would take the initiative to absorb things from the boss. He had lived under the same roof as this female zombie for a long time. If the female zombie really had any ulterior motives towards the boss, there would have been no need to risk her life to save him in General Mountain before.

Taking a few steps closer, the old Daoist was able to see more clearly.

He found that half of Yingying's original white hair had turned black.

Tsk tsk,

was she healing?

Was the boss helping Yingying replenish her vitality?

The old Daoist thought of the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" and thought that this technique was really strange, you had to lie on the bed to practice it.

Looking at the boss again,

the old Daoist suddenly found that the boss's expression was very painful,

as if he was having a nightmare, looking very uncomfortable.

Damn it,

was he having a qi deviation while practicing?

The old Daoist gritted his teeth and decided to ignore it. He picked up a book next to him and poked the boss's chest, but the boss still didn't respond.

The old Daoist simply slapped the boss's chest with the book,

"Slap!"

The sound was very loud,

the boss still didn't wake up, but Bai Yingying suddenly opened her eyes.

The female zombie's eyes were ice-cold, and her nature was revealed in an instant. She was originally a zombie, abandoned by heaven, earth, humans, and gods. The innocence and romance she showed on weekdays was only for Zhou Ze alone.

At this time, she was like she had just woken up in a bad mood, and glanced at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist gasped,

and only felt that the surrounding temperature had become even colder.

"Yingying, it's me, it's贫道 (pín dào, this Daoist)…………"

The old Daoist said while shivering.

Bai Yingying was expressionless,

first looked at the old Daoist carefully,

then lowered her head and looked at Zhou Ze in her arms,

then,

she seemed to have noticed the change in the color of her hair, and immediately seemed to realize something, and immediately got out of bed and knelt directly on the edge of the bed.

"Boss, Yingying didn't mean to, Yingying doesn't know what happened, she suddenly fell asleep.

Yingying really didn't mean to absorb the boss's evil aura, really didn't mean to."

Yingying knelt on the ground, her expression was extremely sincere and uneasy, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the adult's punishment.

Uh…………

The old Daoist thought,

should he also kneel down to join the occasion?

But it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Just then,

because Bai Yingying got out of bed, causing Zhou Ze, who was in a "sleeping" state, to be unable to continue,

his body trembled slightly,

and then,

he slowly opened his eyes,

these eyes carried a kind of crazy blood color, filled with a chilling hysteria.

Damn it!

The old Daoist was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down.

The boss looked too scary.

Zhou Ze slowly sat up,

the scenes in the dream seemed to not have completely dissipated,

giving off a feeling of "thinking that life is a dream, and thinking that life is in a dream."

Zhou Ze didn't look at the old Daoist and Bai Yingying kneeling on the ground at first,

but closed his eyes,

after a while, when he opened them again,

the blood color in Zhou Ze's eyes slowly faded, turning into clarity.

That dream

ended at the most critical and desperate moment.

Zhou Ze felt a little lost, but also a little lucky in his heart.

He turned his face to look at Bai Yingying, who was still kneeling on the ground, noticed the change in the color of Bai Yingying's hair, and asked:

"I remember I said that I would help you recover after my body recovered."

"Boss…………"

When Bai Yingying saw that Zhou Ze had misunderstood that she had taken the initiative to deliberately absorb the evil aura from his body, she immediately lowered her head even further and explained:

"Boss, when Yingying was helping you massage,

the evil aura on your body escaped by itself,

Yingying got drunk after taking a few sips, and then forgot what happened after that."

The old Daoist spoke up at this time to help Yingying clear her name:

"That's right, boss, you can't blame Yingying for this,

speaking of which,"

the old Daoist bit his lip,

lowered his head,

and slapped himself,

this,

damn mouth…