"They're in the car."

At the bookstore entrance, Bai Yingying sat on a small stool, staring at the Maserati in the distance.

"Sigh, the Maserati's space isn't as big as the Cayenne's. I remember she drove the Cayenne last time, right?"

Xu Qinglang also sat on a small stool in front of his noodle shop.

"The boss scratched it while driving, so she probably changed cars."

Originally, the two of them were minding their own business, but the female corpse wasn't an ordinary person. As someone who had been lying underground for two hundred years, her hearing was incredibly good.

During those two hundred years, Madam Bai would occasionally come here to chat with her about the outside world, like close girlfriends.

Well, like college girls occasionally gathering together to discuss... certain anatomical features,

or watch educational action films from a certain Eastern country.

Therefore, although the female corpse hadn't been out for two hundred years, she wasn't out of touch with the times. When Madam Bai wasn't around, she would listen to the sounds in the earth and on the ground, which is how she developed extremely keen hearing.

When she "heard" the plot seemed to be sliding in an indescribable direction, she immediately grabbed her stool and sat over, while tapping on the wall to signal Xu Qinglang next door to come out and watch the show together.

It had to be said, although the two of them argued a lot, at crucial moments, they knew how to share.

"Oh, the boss is getting out of the car," Bai Yingying whispered.

"Huh, that doctor is getting out too," Xu Qinglang commentated.

"Oh, the boss is opening the back door," Bai Yingying continued to whisper.

"Huh, that doctor is getting into the back seat," Xu Qinglang continued to commentate.

"The car is shaking," Bai Yingying covered her mouth, staring intently.

"This probably isn't their first time," Xu Qinglang took a deep breath.

"The air is filled with a sour smell. Did the plum juice in your kitchen leak?" the female corpse waved her hand and covered her nose.

"Hey, bullshit, let's bet, how long will it last?" Xu Qinglang looked at his watch and said, "I bet ten minutes."

"Fifteen minutes!" the female corpse replied.

"One, two, three, four... eight, nine, ten seconds!"

Chalkboard time!

Note the unit of time.

"Huh, the car isn't shaking anymore," the female corpse said curiously.

"Did they change positions?" Xu Qinglang frowned. He didn't want to believe that terrible conclusion!

"Change positions in ten seconds?" The female corpse giggled. "You're still a greenhorn, aren't you?"

The female corpse was an experienced person. Back then, when Madam Bai and the poor scholar had a secret tryst and tasted the forbidden fruit, she had plenty of experience.

Xu Qinglang looked displeased. As a man with over twenty apartments,

he was taking his first time seriously,

okay?

"The car is moving again," Xu Qinglang exclaimed.

"One, two, three, four... eight, nine, ten seconds!"

"The car isn't moving again," Bai Yingying sniffled. "Changed positions again?"

"Has your boss never been married before?" Xu Qinglang frowned. "Wait, I think I checked Zhou Ze's information before, and it said he was unmarried. Could he be a virgin?"

"He probably hasn't been married," Bai Yingying replied.

"That doctor's eyebrows haven't opened yet, so she should also be untouched." Xu Qinglang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Hahahaha, this is hilarious, I get it, two virgins, playing something so advanced for their first time."

Bai Yingying was silent next to him.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"I remember, when Madam and that scholar had their first time, the scholar seemed very skilled," Bai Yingying said, feeling somewhat saddened.

"Those ancient scholars are all cunning. They love to deceive you ladies from noble families. In reality, they're all shameless experienced drivers."

Xu Qinglang looked like he had seen through the world. "Holy shit, the car is moving again."

Ten seconds, stop.

Ten seconds, move.

Ten seconds, stop,

Ten seconds, move.

Every time the car moved, the female corpse and Xu Qinglang changed the position of their heads. When the car moved again, they would change back.

In the end, they both felt a little stiff in their necks.

Finally, the back door opened.

Zhou Ze and Doctor Lin got out of the car, covered in sweat, and then they each sat in the front seats.

"I don't understand," Xu Qinglang shook his head.

"Me neither," Bai Yingying also looked confused.

"Could Zhou Ze's rhythm be different from ordinary people?" Xu Qinglang shook his head again.

"Maybe," Bai Yingying guessed.

Finally,

the Maserati drove away,

the excitement ended.

Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying looked at each other,

and snorted at each other,

silently despising each other as "idiots"!

Then they each turned away,

one to the kitchen,

one to read a book.

............

"Huff... huff..."

In the passenger seat, Zhou Ze kept panting, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.

Doctor Lin drove the car, also covered in sweat, which only added to her charm.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm not attractive enough." Doctor Lin bit her lip and blamed herself. "I don't have any experience, I don't know anything about this, I didn't let you... enjoy yourself."

Zhou Ze leaned back and shook his head.

"It's my fault, it's definitely my fault."

Zhou Ze pulled out a tissue from the front and wiped his wet hair.

"We're both doctors, we actually both understand this, it's just that there's something wrong with me." Zhou Ze took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

He wished he could go back right now,

grab Xu Qinglang,

hang him from a tree, and whip him a hundred times!

Just now,

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of what Xu Qinglang had said to him.

You're using Xu Le's body,

so did you cuckold Xu Le, or did Xu Le cuckold you?

Your body is Xu Le's, the DNA is Xu Le's, and the child will be Xu Le's.

He didn't usually feel anything,

but at that moment,

Zhou Ze even felt disgusted with his own lower body, as if he was holding someone else's thing.

Under this psychological pressure,

after trying many times,

he finally surpassed Yu the Great in achievement.

No sincerity!

"Give me some time." Zhou Ze lit a cigarette, and then, thinking about it, threw the cigarette out the window.

It wasn't that Zhou Ze thought it was impolite to smoke in a lady's car, but he felt like he didn't have the right to smoke a post-coital cigarette.

"Next time, I'll wear stockings," Lin Wanqiu said very seriously.

"Then that would completely prove that it's my problem," Zhou Ze said with a wry smile, but looking at Doctor Lin's solemn expression next to him, Zhou Ze's heart softened.

He even felt like he was being a bit of a jerk,

releasing some of the anger he was feeling onto this woman.

"I'm sorry," Zhou Ze said in his heart.

No matter what kind of complicated hatred relationship Xu Le and he had, at least this woman was innocent, and her feelings for him were also very pure.

In his previous life, he seemed very successful, but half a year after his death, it seemed that only she still remembered him.

"Just stop up ahead, you can go back, go to bed early tonight," Zhou Ze said.

"You rest early too," Lin Wanqiu stopped the car.

Only after Zhou Ze got out of the car did she drive away.

Zhou Ze had said before that their lives would continue as before, as usual.

There was no way not to, even if Zhou Ze was willing to go back and face the bitter faces of his father-in-law, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law,

he couldn't sleep lying in the same bed with Doctor Lin at night.

Was he supposed to ask Doctor Lin to sleep in the freezer with him?

He wouldn't freeze to death, but what about Doctor Lin?

Or should he call Bai Yingying over and have everyone sleep together?

Zhou Ze wasn't that much of an animal.

Eating and sleeping, the two biggest things in life, were now restricted, making it difficult to truly let go.

The Confucian Temple had already closed. It wasn't like that time during the "cleansing of the door" when everyone was fighting to be the first to offer incense, with crowds of people.

The Chinese people have always been so utilitarian about ghosts and gods, but of course, this also seems to be a virtue.

Zhou Ze unpacked the cigarettes he had brought.

Although there were some minor episodes in the middle, Zhou Ze still knew what he had to do.

In any case, he couldn't just wait for the little loli to finish her work and then erase his temporary worker status, and whether or not he had a good ending would depend on her mood.

He placed the cigarettes side by side on the ground, lit them one by one, and then placed the tangyuan (sweet dumplings) neatly. After doing all of this, Zhou Ze cupped his hands in front of him and shouted:

"This kid has brought some things to show his respect to you, old man. Please show yourself."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but there was still no sound.

Zhou Ze unpacked the other pack of cigarettes, and was about to light them when he noticed that the long row of cigarettes he had just lit had suddenly gone out collectively.

He looked up and saw the dwarf old man sitting on the mound in front, his pockets bulging, grinning from ear to ear.

"Young man, you're being awfully attentive for no reason."

The dwarf old man had a gong on his back and a face full of wrinkles.

"I do have something I want to ask you about," Zhou Ze said in a low voice.

Being able to lead patrols around the Confucian Temple, he definitely wasn't a wandering ghost. He should also be part of the system. Therefore, he should know a lot about ghost messengers.

"Don't panic, let me calculate." The old man pinched his fingers, looking at Zhou Ze meaningfully, pondering, "I've been serving the Confucian Temple for sixty years, so I have some skill. I can definitely figure out what you're seeking and longing for in your heart."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze waited quietly next to him.

Finally,

the old man suddenly slapped his thigh and said:

"Calculated it!"

"Please enlighten me, senior," Zhou Ze asked respectfully.

How exactly could he remove the "temporary" prefix from his ghost messenger status?

And where exactly should he go, what should he do?

The old man smiled "hehe," with an expression that said he had seen through his heart,

as if everything was under control.

He stroked his beard leisurely and said, "I already know what you desire most.

Well, seeing that you've been so courteous this time, I'll give you a clear path."

Zhou Ze waited intently.

"Ninetowns Brand Concentrated Liuwei Dihuang Pills," the old man said.

"............" Zhou Ze.

"Huh, wrong? Shouldn't be, that stuff is good quality for three hundred years;

I ate it when I was young and alive, it worked."

At this moment,

Zhou Ze suddenly wanted to strangle

the smug old man in front of him.