“No, no, no…”

Gou Xin hurriedly called out several times, then gritted his teeth and nodded, saying:

“I know what to do.”

Boss Zhou nodded with satisfaction. From his perspective, he really hoped that these two batteries could get along peacefully and shine together for the future of the bookstore.

Just like chives, you cut one crop and another grows.

In fact, Gou Xin never had the power of choice from the beginning, because he had long been firmly controlled by the old Taoist. Moreover, after lying here for half a year, everyone's strength level in the bookstore had greatly improved.

This thing is like sailing against the current; if you don't advance, you retreat. He doesn't dare to leave here now, and later, he will have even less ability to say the word "go."

Cruel?

Maybe;

But they didn't really come to befriend him with any friendly concern in the first place. Everyone has their own destiny, and everyone has their own karma.

Thinking about it this way, Boss Zhou dispelled the little guilt in his heart.

Gou Xin is lucky; not everyone can have an immortal touch their head. But the reverse is also true.

Walking out of the pharmacy, he looked back at the sign.

It seems that he really has to continue to be kind to people in the future. He doesn't kill his enemies, but cripples them and throws them into the pharmacy for treatment. His ideological realm is… tsk tsk.

While indulging in self-admiration, he pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in.

On the coffee table in front of his usual sofa, a plate of snacks, a cup of coffee, and a neatly ironed newspaper had already been placed.

“Boss, do you want to take a bath?”

Yingying took the initiative to come over and helped Zhou Ze take off his coat.

“Not in a hurry, wait a minute.”

Zhou Ze turned around, opened his arms, let Yingying take off his coat, and looked at the black girl sitting behind the bar, asking:

“What’s the matter?”

Generally speaking, if there is nothing to do, the black girl rarely leaves her vegetable garden, oh, except for meal times.

But now is obviously not the time to eat;

The black girl sat on the chair behind the bar, playing Lianliankan on the computer, with a handful of plump sunflower seeds in front of her, eating them while playing.

Seeing Zhou Ze looking at her, she immediately got up and smiled:

“Boss, the area of our vegetable garden is a bit small, and it’s not enough now.”

Previously, the next door was opened up for use as a vegetable garden. With the care of the black girl, and the fact that the varieties of crops planted were not ordinary, even sunlight was not needed.

But now, as the bookstore's vegetables and fruits are also planted there, and the body size of the dead servant himself is increasing, the area of the vegetable field is gradually becoming insufficient.

“Is there any place nearby?” Zhou Ze asked.

Although he helped the black girl to unlock the seal set by Ying Gou, Zhou Ze was still a little worried about letting her and the dead servant leave his sight.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust them, nor is it the great truth of "use people without suspicion, suspect people without use." Boss Zhou was born into a poor family, and it was not easy to accumulate this little wealth. He still likes to control it closely.

“Isn't there a wax museum behind here? It seems to be closed. I want to contract it. It’s right behind our bookstore, very close.

I told Attorney An before, and he helped me ask. Because someone died in that wax museum, it closed down a few days after it opened and has been closed ever since. The price of contracting it is actually not expensive, but now Attorney An…"

Zhou Ze suddenly realized,

Only then did he remember,

Attorney An ran away…

I don’t know if Attorney An is safe now, whether he is full or not, whether he sleeps well or not, alas, so pitiful… He hasn’t paid for this month’s coffee yet…

But thinking about it, with Feng Si’er commanding over there, and the existence of the "Qing" level only having eyes for the remnant soul of the Prefecture Lord this time, they shouldn’t continue to bite onto Old An’s side.

“Yingying, go through the formalities this afternoon.”

“Okay, boss.”

“By the way, is there any money left in the store’s account?”

Boss Zhou remembered that he hadn’t done business properly for a long time. Little Loli had guarded the night here before, and Old Zhang had also guarded it, but he, as the boss, was embarrassed to let them leave the hell money behind for nothing.

“I have a lot of money there, boss.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

Zhou Ze quickly ended this awkward topic,

Went to the bathroom and started showering.

Slightly warm water constantly washed over his body,

Boss Zhou took a deep breath and closed his eyes to enjoy this moment of peace.

Master Xu Qinglang’s matter has been resolved. Although there are still some secrets that have not been revealed, such as the relationship between the old man and the old woman, the origin of that mirror, etc., the old Taoist and Xu Qinglang have gone to find the fat man who is wandering around with the ash urn, and I believe that specific news will be sent back soon.

But these are all trivial matters. The mirror is on his side, and the old man is completely cooled down, which is equivalent to removing a major hidden danger.

The matter of half a face has also been resolved and swallowed by him.

The two threats he faced before are now gone, but Zhou Ze has not relaxed because of this.

The Qing next door, it is not yet known when exactly she will wake up. This can be slowly waited for and watched. Her two companions are now in Jinling, and will not become an immediate problem for the time being.

But Zhou Ze has a feeling that it is now impossible to return to the kind of situation when he first became a ghost messenger, closing the door and doing his own thing, living his own life, and not hearing anything outside the window.

The storm on the hell side is becoming more and more obvious in its ability to affect the bookstore.

“Are… you… af… raid… ed…?”

In the spraying water, Zhou Ze opened his eyes, looked at himself in the mirror, and replied:

“Not afraid, just annoyed.”

The iron bumpkin seemed to have turned over and continued to doze off, and did not continue to chat, going offline and shutting down.

Zhou Ze showered for a while before turning off the spray, picking up the bath towel and starting to wipe his body.

The phone was placed on the dressing table at the entrance of the bathroom. He picked it up and saw a message from Xu Qinglang, very brief:

“The person has been found and is being questioned.”

Many people died in the hotel, and Xu Qinglang also did the follow-up work well, but fortunately, the old woman's eldest grandson was spared because he had not returned to the hotel yet.

There were two messages, the second one also sent by Xu Qinglang:

“Can't make it back to cook, solve dinner yourself.”

Zhou Ze silently replied with an “vomiting” expression.

But the corners of Boss Zhou’s mouth still had a smile. The old man cooled down, and the dark clouds that had been suppressed in Xu Qinglang’s heart finally dissipated.

Once upon a time,

Old Xu was even more salted fish than himself.

After all, there were twenty-odd apartments there.

Bored, he opened a noodle restaurant, muddled along, and sought fulfillment.

If his master hadn’t suddenly appeared that night and pressed his head into the bathtub, Old Xu might still have been the same as before this year, not so hardworking, diligently studying formations, drawing talismans day and night, and risking sealing the Sea God in his body.

After putting on his clothes and pushing open the door of the bathroom, Zhou Ze was stunned. Four young people were actually sitting in the store, sitting around the coffee table, playing cards.

Yingying walked from behind the bar, holding a cold platter and two pots of yellow wine. These were naturally used to entertain guests, and real guests of the bookstore.

The white fox continued to lie on the sofa in the corner, aloof from worldly affairs.

Old Xu and the old Taoist were not there, and the five ghost messengers in the bookstore were still being conscripted as laborers in Yangzhou. The manpower in the bookstore suddenly became tight.

Four young people, still gambling after death, were hopeless.

However,

They were quite rich.

The stacks of hell money piled on the coffee table made Boss Zhou's eyes twitch slightly.

“Yingying, wait a moment.”

Zhou Ze raised his hand to signal Yingying not to prepare the meal first. According to the previous process, these four young people would eat and drink, leave a little hell money, and then be sent to hell.

But that could only earn so little. Looking at so much on their coffee table now, Boss Zhou was a little tempted.

He was already a constable, yet he was still thinking about the little ghosts' money. It seemed a bit degrading, but the last time he had to bring hell money to send a message to the underworld, it made Boss Zhou realize that even in the underworld yamen, money could influence ghosts.

Furthermore, he had just asked Yingying, and there was not much money in the store's account. It was certainly very comfortable to live on his own maid's money all the time!

But he always had to find a way to get some money to show his appreciation.

Zhou Ze stood next to the four young people.

These four people were playing stud, all men, about twenty years old. According to the denominations on the coffee table, it should be a hundred hell coins per hand, which was quite a big game.

However, judging from the accents of these four young people, they didn't sound like they were from Tongcheng, but more like from the north.

Zhou Ze guessed that it might be because the constables and ghost messengers in a large area nearby had been conscripted by the law enforcement team, leading to some ghosts who wanted to go to hell having nowhere to go and had to travel a long distance.

Zhou Ze noticed that the youngest-looking one, a big boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, lost the most. He was wearing a Puma tracksuit, and each time he had to bet to the end with the opponent, only to lose after opening the cards. Then, he would take out stacks of hell money from his pocket time and time again and continue to play.

A ghost with so much money,

Boss Zhou was really seeing it for the first time.

In fact, whether you are rich after becoming a ghost depends a little on the sacrifices of your relatives and friends, but mostly on the amount of yin virtue accumulated by yourself and your direct relatives in this life.

Accumulating virtue in life brings blessings after death, which is roughly the principle, and hell money is just a specific medium of expression in this.

At this moment,

Seemingly finally noticing Zhou Ze standing next to them,

The yellow-haired youth who had won the most money suddenly smiled at Zhou Ze:

“Brother, want to play a few hands together?”

As a ghost, daring to ask a constable to come down and gamble with them, their guts were really fat enough.

However,

Boss Zhou still sat down on the sofa next to them,

And replied:

“Okay.”