"Boss, are we still doing business today?"

Bai Yingying walked to Zhou Ze's side, looking mournful.

Zhou Ze smiled, took a sip of water, and shook his head, saying, "They're happy today, let them make some noise."

Afterward,

Zhou Ze saw the spirit money on the ground and the bloody ink paintings that Tang Shi had created. He looked at Bai Yingying with some pity and comforted her,

"Let those two be responsible for cleaning tonight."

"Okay!"

Silly girl Bai Yingying immediately cheered up.

"Help me pour another cup of coffee and get a newspaper."

Zhou Ze rubbed his right palm. The pain was slowly fading, but the sense of belonging to the key to the gates of hell was constantly increasing. However, this series of stimuli made him feel a little mentally exhausted.

He was already seriously injured and had only recently awakened. His body was still a bit weak and couldn't withstand too much tossing around.

Bai Yingying diligently brought coffee and newspapers, then scurried upstairs. Since the boss said they weren't opening today, she would return to her room upstairs to play games.

She heard that new weapon skins had been released, and she had decided to pawn another one of her burial items to buy them.

It's a pity that Bluehole doesn't know of her existence;

otherwise, they'd really give her an award – a true hardcore gamer!

Zhou Ze continued to sit by the window, flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

The commotion over there was still going on. Zhou Ze originally thought that no more customers would come, but one actually did.

This gave Zhou Ze a kind of illusion:

Ha,

are there really people who aren't afraid of death?

The customer who came was a regular, leading a Corgi. She was Zhou Ze's first customer when he opened his old shop. At that time, she had lost her beloved dog, and Zhou Ze helped her find it.

Xu Qinglang originally wanted to show off in front of her that he had twenty-some apartments,

but she said that her family's resettlement houses were provided by her family's real estate company, which depressed Xu Qinglang for several days. It's naturally not pleasant to show off and end up shooting yourself in the foot.

"Boss, it's quite lively here."

The young woman sat down in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze pushed the coffee in front of him over. "Never been drunk."

The girl shook her head. "I don't drink this. What's going on with them?"

The girl pointed to Tang Shi and the old Taoist priest, who were still making a fuss.

"Oh, just opened, hired a circus troupe to liven things up."

The girl smiled, not knowing whether she believed it or not. She walked to the bar to pour herself a glass of water, then came back and said,

"Boss, remember I told you that if you open a new store, I can invest."

"A loss-making business, afraid of implicating you."

"I happened to be passing by here today and saw the sign for 'Midnight Bookstore.' I hesitated for a moment, but it really moved here. Well, this location is pretty good, so I came in to say hello. See you next time."

The girl came and went quickly.

Zhou Ze picked up his coffee, took a sip, and continued to pick up the newspaper, but found a dark shadow appearing beside his bed.

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked out the glass window. An old woman was standing there, haggard and expressionless.

She reached out and knocked on the window glass. She turned her head and looked over.

Still clueless.

"Hey, are you guys done yet?"

Zhou Ze shouted at Tang Shi and the old Taoist priest over there.

They were also reaching the end. The old Taoist priest sang breathlessly and collapsed on the ground. Tang Shi wasn't laughing or crying anymore.

Zhou Ze signaled Tang Shi to look outside his window. Tang Shi understood and went out. Soon, the old woman was forcibly brought into the store.

"Can you send her to hell?" Zhou Ze asked.

He was a little weak now and couldn't open the gates of hell.

"The kind where the soul is scattered?"

Tang Shi asked.

"Forget it."

Zhou Ze looked at the old woman and found that her eyes were dull. Except for initially looking at people, she was just staring blankly in one direction.

Following her gaze, Zhou Ze found that she was staring at the clock hanging on the wall.

A customer came,

and he wasn't feeling well right now and couldn't conveniently receive them,

but he couldn't just kick the customer out.

"Leave her in the store. When I recover some energy tomorrow, I'll see if I can open the gates of hell and send her down."

Even a mosquito leg is meat; Zhou Ze didn't mind and wouldn't let it go.

"Who's going to watch her?"

Tang Shi asked.

In the bookstore, there were only four people who could keep an eye on a ghost.

Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang, Tang Shi, and Bai Yingying. The old Taoist priest was only half-baked, so he didn't count.

But today, Xu Qinglang had returned to his hometown and wasn't here.

Zhou Ze was physically weak and couldn't watch her.

That only left Tang Shi and Bai Yingying. Miss Tang meant that he should call his maid, who was playing games upstairs, down to watch the ghost. She didn't have the time to help him with chores.

But Bai Yingying had just gone upstairs to play games, and Zhou Ze felt a little bad about calling her down again now.

This silly girl had pawned her burial items to open a bookstore for him, and she was usually busy inside and out,

serving him with baths and sleeping with him,

and he was really embarrassed to deprive her of her hobbies.

"Alright, just leave her here. Looks like she won't run." Zhou Ze could only shrug.

"Heh, the surrounding ghosts will be attracted because of you, but they will soon realize what this place is, and then start to fear, start to hide, and finally, slip away when you're not paying attention.

Being greedy for life and afraid of death is human nature, and ghosts are no exception."

Zhou Ze pointed to the old woman, who was still staring at the clock, and said,

"I always feel like there's something wrong with her brain. Do ghosts get Alzheimer's too?"

"Haven't done any research in that area."

"Forget it, if she leaves, she leaves. If I can't send her directly to hell, I can't just smash her to pieces today, right? This is a delivery station, not a slaughterhouse."

"Suit yourself." Tang Shi prepared to go upstairs.

"Hey." Zhou Ze called out to her.

Tang Shi didn't stop and walked faster.

Obviously, she knew what Zhou Ze wanted to say, something she was even more unwilling to do than watching a ghost!

"Boss, that was so awesome!"

The old Taoist priest got up. He had closed the livestream, and the monkey also put down his phone and ran to the bar to find something to eat.

"Old Taoist, was it comfortable?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Comfortable, it's been a long time since I've been this comfortable."

The old Taoist priest was so simple that Zhou Ze couldn't bear it.

But Zhou Ze still opened his mouth and said, "Clean up the place."

"............" The old Taoist priest.

Perhaps it was really because Tang Shi and the old Taoist priest made too much noise at night. In short, for the rest of the night, no other customers came except for the old woman.

Zhou Ze leaned on the sofa, playing on his phone and reading the newspaper. He was an injured person now, and it wasn't very convenient to move around, so he could only obediently recuperate.

The old Taoist priest spent more than two hours cleaning the store, then sat down in front of Zhou Ze, pounding his waist and groaning,

"My waist, it's about to break."

"Anyway, you're so old, it doesn't matter if your waist is bad." Zhou Ze teased.

The old Taoist priest looked aggrieved and said, "I am old, but isn't it 'Spring silkworms spin silk until death, wax candles burn to ashes and tears begin to dry'? At my age, I can help a few fallen women if I can.

People, living in this world, need to help each other."

Zhou Ze was too lazy to pay attention to the old Taoist priest's lewd talk. He turned his head and twisted his neck, and found that the old woman was still standing there.

The old Taoist priest couldn't see her because he hadn't smeared ox tears on his eyes, so he didn't know that there was a strange ghost standing in the store.

And Zhou Ze, to be honest, had just been distracted. After experiencing the Blue-Clothed Goddess and the grand scene of that problematic ghost messenger, Zhou Ze really couldn't pay too much attention to these small fries.

However, this old woman was still here after a few hours.

She was still standing in her original position, motionless, just staring at the clock.

Could it be that this old lady was in the clock business before she died?

But that's not right,

Zhou Ze's clock only costs a few hundred yuan, it's cheap, and it's not an antique or collectible. Is it worth looking at for so long?

At this time, Bai Yingying came down. She had finished playing her game and looked happy, she must have won.

"Boss, shall we go upstairs to sleep?"

The silly girl was always so straightforward.

The old Taoist priest looked at Zhou Ze with some envy.

He suddenly felt a little strange in his heart. Was it that male ghosts who climbed out of hell had this kind of luck?

When his previous boss opened a spirit shop in Rong City, beautiful women would come to sleep with him on their own initiative every night, which really made him and Xiaoqiang envious.

Xiaoqiang,

the old Taoist priest sighed.

"Oh, there's someone standing here."

Bai Yingying saw the old woman, walked to her, and waved her hand. The old woman didn't react and continued to stare at the time.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, if you don't look at me, I'll eat you."

Bai Yingying leaned in front of the old woman, but the old woman still didn't react.

"Boss, did you or that Miss Tang make her stupid?"

"She's been like this since she came in."

Zhou Ze braced himself to get up and came over with Bai Yingying's support.

Just then,

the hour hand pointed to six o'clock,

"Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong... Dong!"

The clock began to ring,

and the old woman, who had been looking dull before, suddenly opened her arms and let out a hysterical laugh, which startled Zhou Ze.

Not scared by the ghost,

purely the feeling of someone suddenly shouting at you from behind when you're walking down the road.

"Hahahaha, it's time, it's time!

I can die,

I can die,

I can finally die!"

The old woman jumped and danced on the ground excitedly,

as if she had been liberated,

happy like a child in her seventies.

"Granny, do you have something wrong with your head?" Bai Yingying said inexplicably, "You're already dead, your soul has been out for a long time."

Hearing this, the old woman

was suddenly stunned,

and looked around in disbelief,

she should have realized that this was not her home,

this was a strange place,

a strange bookstore.

The old woman pointed to her face and looked at Bai Yingying in confusion:

"I died a long time ago?"

"Yes," Bai Yingying said as a matter of course.

The old woman suddenly fell to the ground,

and cried loudly,

"Died a long time ago, it's over, it's over!

Died a long time ago, died a long time ago,

it's completely over,

it's completely finished..."