Chapter 107

"Is there something wrong with her brain?" Bai Yingying is a little confused.

Zhou Ze also shook his head. To be honest, Zhou Ze couldn't see what was going on. When he was a doctor, he often met caesarean section and chose a auspicious day,

But I really haven't seen that you have to choose a time to die.

It is estimated that the old woman had been staring at the clock at home when she was lying in the hospital bed, pinching the clock to calculate when she died.

Looking at the old woman's crying appearance, it's definitely not pretending. People are dead. What else are you pretending? Who can see the hypocrisy?

However, she kept crying there, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. The Taoist couldn't hear it, but he could hear it. His sleep quality was not good. How can he rest when he was so noisy later?

Zhou Ze has no Bodhisattva heart, and his conscience was eaten by himself not long ago,

The old woman crying there will not cause Zhou Ze's boos, but will only cause disgust.

"Scare her and silence her."

Zhou Ze motioned to Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying nodded, revealing her fangs. The smell of zombies suddenly appeared. The old woman really stopped crying, and she was scared.

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

The reason why ordinary ghosts can stay in the world is nothing more than a wisp of obsession. Once the obsession dissipates, they will naturally return to where they should go.

The ghosts who need to be captured and sent to hell are those ghosts whose obsession is difficult to dissipate or who simply become fierce ghosts. These are the achievements.

in other words,

Previously, if Zhou Ze sent the old woman away, it would be considered a performance. Although it is not high, it is also the meat on the legs of mosquitoes.

Now, the old woman can go back to hell by herself. Even if Zhou Ze opened the door to hell for the old woman at the risk of rupture of the wound or fainting, he just sent a downwind rush to the old woman in a thankless way. In fact, he couldn't get any benefit at all.

The old woman's ghost is slowly dissipating and gradually begins to sink into the ground.

"Boss, why are your hands shaking?"

Bai Yingying, who has been supporting Zhou Ze, sensed the abnormality of Zhou Ze.

"Heartache."

Zhou Ze spit out these two words.

He understood what little Luo Li said about the possible impact of leaving Bai Yingying around. Some of his mother's ghosts were attracted by him, but they were scared by zombies and had an epiphany. They didn't dare to fart and go to hell,

What's the matter with you?

Of course, after all, there is no way to forcibly reverse this thing, and today's surprise has already existed. The key to hell's gate and little Luoli are likely to have major unexpected news, which is much higher than the performance of a dead soul.

I slept soundly this night.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that his strength had recovered a little. He was not as weak as yesterday. Before Bai Yingying helped him, Zhou Ze stood up with his hands.

Although I was a little staggered, I finally stood up.

"Boss, are you ok?"

Bai Yingying was very worried next to her, for fear that Zhou Ze would suddenly fall down, especially Zhou Ze motioned not to help herself down the stairs,

Zhou Ze's physical fitness is similar to that of the old grandparents who have inconvenient legs and feet.

Bai Yingying was really worried that in case Zhou Ze fell down and broke his arm and leg or, to be more exaggerated, hemiplegia or something, the mentally retarded electric "wuwuwu" wheelchair bought by the Taoist priest might really come in handy.

Early in the morning, the female corpse's thinking jumped,

In her mind, she began to automatically make up the picture of her boss sitting in an electric wheelchair and "purring purring" starting,

Take another pacifier,

Indeed,

"Hahahahahaha..."

Laughing, laughing,

Bai Yingying stopped. She saw Zhou Ze turning her head and looking at herself,

"Has the corpse changed?" Zhou Ze asked.

Bai Yingying shook her head.

"Is the corpse crazy?" Zhou Ze asked again.

Bai Yingying immediately shook her head again.

She didn't dare to tell the picture that she had just secretly mended her brain, otherwise she would definitely kill herself when the boss recovered.

Well,

Insert with your fingernails.

Zhou Ze felt that his maid got on the ground early in the morning as if her nerves were on the wrong line, and said:

"Call twice."

"Whimpering."

Oh, it's normal.

Slowly holding the stairs downstairs, Zhou Ze felt a sense of achievement when he learned to walk as a child. To be honest, Zhou Ze didn't want to try again.

Shuang is temporary, instantaneous, and then a long time of weakness and decadence.

It's like eating too much of that stuff and being in bed that night for seven times a night,

As a result, the next day, the waist and knees are weak and the legs are weak, and it may even be the same immediately.

The Taoist priest has got up. No matter how late he sleeps, he gets up very early. He has a fixed schedule and will fight a set of fists in the morning.

As a warm-hearted veteran who aspires to the activities of caring for women who have failed,

He knows the importance of protecting his physical quality.

When Zhou Ze came down, the Taoist priest had already punched and was talking with the little monkey.

The Taoist priest held some black mud in his hand, and there was a big bag on the ground.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

That's what the little monkey smeared on your wound when you were injured. The effect is remarkable, no less than the "black jade intermittent cream" in martial arts.

It's just that it smells a little bad, and for people like Zhou Ze who are obsessed with cleanliness, smearing a few layers of mud on their bodies is no less than torture.

But then,

Zhou Ze was even more shocked and felt that the torture was aggravated.

The Taoist priest put the plastic bag containing soil close to the little monkey,

To be exact, it's under the crotch of the little monkey,

At the same time, his mouth made a sound of "hush, hush, hush...".

"Little ancestor,

Pee,

Now let's point to this thing and make a fortune,

Good,

Pee, be good, hush, hush, hush... "

Zhou Ze has a black face,

The mud smeared on your body,

Unexpectedly,

Unexpectedly,

It's actually like this!

"Ouch!"

Bai Yingying's eyes were sharp and her hands were quick. She helped Zhou Ze when he was about to fall.

The Taoist priest turned around when he heard the news,

Zhou Ze showed a sunny smile comparable to the sun outside, waved black mud in one hand and said:

"Boss, roar in the morning!"

God sees pity,

If Zhou Ze hadn't been injured by chance,

Lao Dao really doesn't know how many times he has died.

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From noon to afternoon, bookstores are generally not open for business. This bookstore, which is located in the center of South Street, is so willful and has a b-grid!

However, if a guest comes in and wants to buy a book or read a book or drink something, he will not extrapolate.

But in order to reduce his workload, Xu Qinglang put up a sign:

"Our minimum consumption is 100."

This is enough to scare off 80% or 90% of potential customers.

Zhou Ze will let it go. With fewer people doing nothing, everyone's workload will be easier.

Of course, it's not that there are no local tyrants who don't need money. When Zhou zegang finished eating and was fighting against the nausea in his body, a middle-aged man with a streamlined head and a yellow coat came in.

He seemed very satisfied with the quietness of the store. After ordering a glass of ice water, he took out his notebook and sat on the sofa to work.

Soon,

His notebook seems to be open and open,

It sounded:

"The first online gambling shop in Macao is online, and the beauty he Guan deals online..."

The old Taoist knows elegance by hearing stringed songs,

Move your ears, and immediately get close to it,

It's like finding a fellow Taoist.

As a result, when I looked at the interface, the Taoist priest was dumbfounded. What about the good quality education action film for island countries? What the hell are the chips everywhere on the fucking screen.

"Do you also play online gambling?"

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

What kind of person is Lao Dao? You can marry a brother with a monkey,

You can fool the cute water friends in the live studio to buy ghost coins,

I can fool the coal bosses in Liaoning to sell coal to Shanxi,

Now directly say:

"Play, sometimes play two, but it's not very interesting. In fact, it's not exciting.

I usually like to go to Macao for fun and pure relaxation. "

The Taoist priest took out his little thumb and pulled out his ear,

A pair of light clouds!

At the same time, the Taoist priest also asked the little monkey to probe forward and touch it.

This is forced to pretend,

See Mu you,

The national protected animal golden monkey is my pet,

Not much worse than those Arab tyrants who raise leopards, right?

The man was stunned at first. He couldn't help it. He didn't know whether the Taoist priest's previous boast was true, but this golden monkey was not fake.

Moreover, in the center of South Street, to open such a bookstore is either mentally ill or too much money burned, just playing the game of life.

At that moment, the man suddenly became enthusiastic about the Taoist priest, cordially invited the Taoist priest to sit next to him, and gave the Taoist priest a detailed introduction to the way he played this website.

Zhou Ze listened beside him, and then took out his mobile phone, thinking about whether to call the police.

Most of the domestic online gambling are liars, who deceive people into charging money, first make money for you, and then fatten you up and kill you as a pig. In fact, they are all the rest of the routines played in the gambling house of the ancestors, but there are countless people who are trapped.

Because no matter how the routine changes,

The greed in the heart of key people is passed down from generation to generation and cannot be changed.

But the next conversation made Zhou Ze not call the police for the time being.

Because Lao Dao has always maintained his b-grid,

Showing a dismissive attitude towards this time-honored lottery or other common gambling methods makes men pay a lot of money in order to win over this mentally ill local tyrant customer,

Finally, directly say:

"There's a really exciting project. I don't know if you dare to play, boss?"

"Cut, I dare to bathe ghosts, and I'm afraid of your exciting project?"

This can be testified,

The Taoist priest didn't boast.

"Tell me, what are you betting on?" The old Taoist urged.

The man hesitated for a moment, but still said:

"Gamble!"

For a time,

Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the chat, shivered slightly with his spoon in his hand,

In his mind, the old woman who stood in the store last night and stared at the clock to see the time did not even know that she was dead,

And the sacrificial policeman who was sent down by himself at the beginning,

Before leaving, he told himself that the gambling group he traced,

They don't bet on anything else,

Don't play anything else,

Instead,

Gamble!