"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 space in a Maserati isn't as big as in a Cayenne. I remember she drove a Cayenne last time?"

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

"The boss probably scratched it while driving and got a new car."

Originally, they were both 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 exceptionally good.

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

Well, like how female college students would occasionally gather together to discuss lengths, sizes, and firmness,

or watch educational action films from a certain country in the East together.

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 above it, which honed her extremely keen hearing.

When she "heard" the plot seemed to be sliding in an indescribable direction, she immediately picked up 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 that although they often bickered, at critical moments, they still 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 live.

"Oh, the boss is opening the back door," Bai Yingying continued in a low voice.

"Huh, that doctor is getting into the back seat," Xu Qinglang continued his live commentary.

"The car is rocking," Bai Yingying covered her mouth, her eyes fixed on the scene.

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

"The air is filled with a sour smell, did your sour plum juice leak from the kitchen?" The female corpse waved her hand, covering her nose.

"Hey, bullshit. Come on, 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!

Pay attention to the units of time.

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

"Did they change positions?" Xu Qinglang frowned, unwilling to believe the terrible conclusion!

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

The female corpse had been there and done that. Back then, when Madam Bai and the poor scholar had their secret rendezvous and tasted forbidden fruit, she had experience.

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

was it wrong for him to value his first time?

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

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

"The car stopped 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 profile. It said unmarried. Could he be a virgin?"

"He shouldn't be married," Bai Yingying replied.

"That doctor's eyebrows haven't bloomed either; she should be untouched too." Xu Qinglang suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, I get it! Two virgins, playing it so sophisticated for their first time."

Bai Yingying remained silent beside him.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"I remember, when Madam and that scholar had their first time, the scholar seemed very experienced," Bai Yingying said, sounding a little sad.

"Those ancient scholars were all cunning. They just loved to deceive you rich young ladies. In reality, they were all shameless veterans."

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

Ten seconds, stop.

Ten seconds, move.

Ten seconds, stop,

Ten seconds, move.

Each time the car moved, the female corpse and Xu Qinglang would tilt their heads to one side. When the car moved again, they would tilt them back.

In the end, both of them felt a little sore in their necks.

Finally, the back door opened.

Zhou Ze and Dr. 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.

"Perhaps," Bai Yingying guessed.

Finally,

the Maserati drove away,

the show ended.

Xu Qinglang and Bai Yingying looked at each other,

snorted at each other,

and cursed "idiot" in their hearts!

Then they each turned away,

one to the kitchen,

and the other to read a book.

………………

"Huff… huff…"

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

Dr. Lin was driving, also with beads of sweat on her body, which made her look even more charming.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I'm not attractive enough." Dr. Lin bit her lip, blaming herself. "I have no experience, I don't know much about this, making you… unable to enjoy yourself."

Zhou Ze leaned his head back and shook his head.

"It's my fault, it must be my fault."

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

"We're both doctors, we 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 on 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 who exactly is cuckolding whom, Xu Le cuckolding you or you cuckolding Xu Le?

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

He didn't feel anything usually,

but at that moment,

Zhou Ze even found his own thing down there

a little disgusting, as if he was holding someone else's thing.

Under this kind of psychological pressure,

after many attempts,

he finally surpassed Dayu in achievement.

With no sincerity!

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

It wasn't that Zhou Ze felt it was impolite to smoke in a lady's car, but that he felt 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 will completely prove it's my problem," Zhou Ze said with a wry smile, but looking at Dr. Lin's solemn expression, Zhou Ze's heart suddenly softened.

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

taking some of the anger he had just endured and spreading it on this woman.

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

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

In his previous life, he seemed very successful, but half a year after his death, she seemed to be the only one who still remembered him.

"Stop up ahead, you go back, and go to bed early tonight," Zhou Ze said.

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

She drove away after Zhou Ze got out of the car.

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

There was no way it couldn't be the same, even if Zhou Ze was willing to go back and face his father-in-law and mother-in-law, including his sister-in-law's bitter face,

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

Could he ask Dr. Lin to sleep in the freezer with him?

He wouldn't freeze to death, but what about Dr. 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 for him, making it really hard to let himself go.

The Confucian Temple was already closed. It wasn't like during that "cleansing the door" incident when everyone was scrambling to be the first to offer incense.

Chinese people had always been so pragmatic when it came to ghosts and gods, but of course, this also seemed to be an advantage.

Zhou Ze opened the pack of cigarettes he had brought.

Although there had been some small episodes along the way, Zhou Ze still knew what he had to do.

In any case, he couldn't just wait for the little loli to finish her business and come back to erase his temporary worker status, and also have his ending depend on her mood.

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

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

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

Zhou Ze took out another carton of cigarettes, and just as he was about to light them, he noticed that the long row of cigarettes he had just lit had suddenly gone out all at once.

Looking up, Zhou Ze saw the dwarf old man sitting on the dirt pile in front of him, his pockets bulging, smiling from ear to ear.

"Young man, you're being unusually attentive for no good 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, keeping his posture low.

Being able to lead a patrol team around the Confucian Temple, he certainly wasn't a wandering ghost. He should be part of the system, so he should know a lot about ghost messengers.

"Don't panic, let this old man calculate." The old man pinched his fingers, looked at Zhou Ze with a meaningful expression, and pondered, "This old man has served the Confucian Temple for sixty years and can be considered to have some Dao. This old man can definitely figure out what you desire and seek in your heart."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze waited quietly to the side.

Finally,

the old man suddenly slapped his thigh and said:

"I've got it!"

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

How exactly could he, as a ghost messenger, get rid of the "temporary worker" prefix?

And where exactly should he go from here?

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

as if everything was under his control.

He slowly stroked his beard and said, "This old man already knows what you desire the most.

Very well, seeing that you're being so courteous this time, this old man will give you a clear path."

Zhou Ze waited earnestly.

"Ninetowns Brand Concentrated Liuwei Dihuang Pills (kidney tonifying pills)," the old man said.

"…………" Zhou Ze.

"Huh, that's not right? Shouldn't be, that thing has three hundred years of good quality;

This old man ate it when he was young and alive, it worked."

At this moment,

Zhou Ze suddenly really wanted to strangle the smug old man in front of him.