许 Qinglang and the female corpse, along with the middle-aged couple, all emerged. The middle-aged couple looked delighted, obviously having snatched the first incense stick with the female corpse's help.

Whether it was useful or not, it was always a good omen.

Even non-superstitious parents would give their children zongzi (glutinous rice dumplings) and niangao (New Year cake) before a big exam, symbolizing "gao-zhong" (getting high scores).

The female corpse didn't look too good. As the group walked back, she lagged behind.

"Let's go have some midnight snacks, how about barbecue?" Xu Qinglang suggested.

He owned a restaurant himself, but he wouldn't want to prepare barbecue late at night;

Xu Niangniang's skin was too precious to endure such smoke and fire.

However, Xu Qinglang regretted his suggestion as soon as he made it.

In this group,

There was a jiangshi (Chinese hopping vampire) and a living dead person who didn't eat earthly food.

Just imagine the scene at dinner, the two of them sitting there motionless, like clay statues in a temple enjoying the incense.

The thought of it made him lose his appetite.

"You guys go ahead, we'll go back first," Zhou Ze said.

"That wouldn't be right," the middle-aged man said.

"It's okay, Uncle, you guys go eat, they're a young couple, let them take a walk."

Xu Qinglang pulled the middle-aged couple away.

Zhou Ze wasn't in a hurry to take a taxi and walked along the quiet road with the female corpse.

The weather was starting to warm up, and the nights weren't as cold as before.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked the female corpse.

She had been sulking since leaving the Temple of Confucius.

"Uncomfortable," the female corpse replied.

"Still not stopping your period?"

It had been two hundred years.

"............" The female corpse.

After a moment of silence, the female corpse finally said, "The statues in the Temple of Confucius were staring at me, it felt strange."

"You think they were looking at you?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Mm," the female corpse nodded.

"You think they were disgusted by you?"

"Mm," the female corpse continued to nod.

"You think it's because you're a jiangshi, so you shouldn't have gone to that place?"

"Mm," the female corpse nodded again.

"The sage advocated, education for all." Zhou Ze smiled, reached out and patted the female corpse's head, and said, "You are a jiangshi, a kind of existence that people hate, but you went to the Temple of Confucius to help people offer incense, which also contributed to their incense and popularity.

You think they were looking at you,

Maybe it's because of your special nature, so they were paying attention to you.

It's like a husky suddenly mixed into a group of prairie wolves, wouldn't everyone take a second look?

Of course, it's also possible that they are just a pile of clay figures, and their eyes are said to be made of donkey dung balls, because they look more agile and shiny this way.

Everything is just psychological pressure you're putting on yourself."

"But if they really are looking at me, if they really have opinions about me..." the female corpse was still hesitant.

"Then they don't deserve to be enshrined in the temple as those damn sages!"

Zhou Ze said firmly,

"The sage enjoys thousands of years of incense offerings. If he doesn't even have this much magnanimity, then what face does he have to sit on the altar table in the temple?

What's there to be afraid of from a false sage."

The female corpse looked at Zhou Ze with a smile on her lips and said, "Boss, what you just said was really domineering."

"That's right." Zhou Ze enjoyed his maid's flattery.

"But boss, you are a ghost messenger, and there is a fixed number in the dark. For ordinary people, the involvement may not be great, but for you, it's different.

In addition, you run a bookstore, which belongs to a line favored by the sage's fortune. It's really not good for you to slander the sage like this."

It was rare for the female corpse to pour out her heart to Zhou Ze like this. In the past, she couldn't wait for Zhou Ze to court death;

Jump, jump, jump to your death so I can collect your corpse, then take off your nails and grind them into powder to drink in tea as pearl powder,

Oh no, feed the pigs!

"Still that sentence, if you don't do anything wrong, you're not afraid of ghosts... or sages knocking on your door."

Zhou Ze looked up at the street lamp and continued:

"In my previous life, I treated patients and saved people, didn't take bribes, didn't cross the line, and always adhered to medical ethics.

Even after becoming a ghost in this life, after borrowing a corpse to revive my soul, I haven't done anything wrong.

What is there to be afraid of?"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath and repeated, "There's nothing to be afraid of."

The female corpse heard this and her eyes revealed contemplation.

Zhou Ze's words were not a chuuni (adolescent delusions) declaration, but more like a warning to himself.

The two continued to walk aimlessly forward. The evening breeze was slightly cool, but very pleasant.

Finally, the female corpse stopped and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"

Zhou Ze stopped and subconsciously looked around, only to realize that he had actually walked to the entrance of a residential complex.

Familiar surroundings,

Familiar security room,

Familiar security guard sleeping on the job at night in the security room,

Familiar express delivery locker.

He actually just strolled,

Naturally returned to the residential complex where he used to live.

Although he had been at the bookstore for a month, in his subconscious, this was his home.

Having grown up in an orphanage, he understood the meaning of home even more, and at the same time, he was more persistent about houses.

Fortunately, when he bought the house, the house prices in Tongcheng had not yet risen to the outrageous levels of later, and it was also because he couldn't wait to start preparing to become a mortgage slave after starting work, but he picked up a watermelon, which made his colleagues who bought houses later very envious.

However, Zhou Ze couldn't even retrieve his old WeChat and QQ accounts now. Mobile phone verification was impossible, and asking friends on the list to help you verify would either be regarded as a lunatic or scare them to death.

Even his own house was sold by the hospital after his death, and the money was donated to the orphanage in his name.

Zhou Ze didn't dislike this approach, after all, he had no other relatives in the world.

"This is my former home," Zhou Ze said to the female corpse.

"Then, shall we go up and take a look?" the female corpse suggested.

"It's been sold," Zhou Ze said with a sigh.

"Just treat it as a revisit to an old place."

Zhou Ze nodded and walked over.

He entered Unit 2 of Building 8, took the elevator, and arrived on the fifth floor.

Zhou Ze walked to the door of a house. The door was still the same door. The buyer probably hadn't had time to renovate it yet?

Even the mat at the door hadn't changed.

And the cactus placed at the door was still there.

Zhou Ze reached out and felt under the jar, and took out a key.

At that time, he was often called to the hospital for emergency treatment at night, and many times he forgot to bring his mobile phone or keys, so his spare key was placed here to save himself from not being able to enter his home.

With a try-it-and-see mentality, he inserted the key and turned it.

"Click..."

The door lock opened.

The door hadn't been changed,

The lock hadn't been changed either?

Zhou Ze was a little surprised, pushed the door open, and turned on the light.

The furnishings in the living room were all the same.

Zhou Ze even saw his slippers, changed into his slippers and walked in, and the female corpse followed in too.

"Boss, is it still the same as before?" the female corpse asked.

"Mm, that's what makes me the most strange."

It was indeed the same as before,

But this didn't make sense.

Shouldn't ordinary people throw away the things used by the dead after buying a house?

How could they keep it all, and preserve it all, not afraid of bad luck?

Perhaps, the person who took over his house just used it for investment? Not really living in it himself?

Zhou Ze sat down on the sofa, as if at this moment, he had become himself again.

Every time he returned home tired, watching TV, cooking a little supper, the days were tight, but fulfilling.

The female corpse boiled water and poured a cup for Zhou Ze, and then said:

"Boss, you've been dead for more than half a year, right?"

"Seven months."

Zhou Ze replied, but why did this conversation feel a bit strange?

"But it's so clean here, it doesn't look like it's been unoccupied for seven months," the female corpse reminded.

Zhou Ze nodded, indeed, it was very clean here, someone should be cleaning it regularly.

But Zhou Ze found it hard to imagine that the person who bought his house was so lazy that they didn't throw anything away, change anything, or even keep the door lock.

Zhou Ze pushed open the bedroom door and found that even his bedding and sheets were what he used to use.

"Boss, I'm going to take a shower. I was stared at by those old things in the Temple of Confucius for so long just now, I got goosebumps all over my body."

"Go ahead, turn on the water heater first," Zhou Ze reminded, "The bath towel is in the kitchen cabinet at the door of the bathroom."

If,

Everything was really still the same.

The female corpse went to take a shower. She was very clean. Women were inherently clean. She was a refined young lady in her previous life, and she had been lying in a coffin for two hundred years. She couldn't take a shower, how uncomfortable it was.

So she basically washed once in the morning and once in the evening, wasting a lot of Zhou Ze's water bill.

But when he thought that she worked as a waitress in his store and didn't ask for wages, Zhou Ze endured it.

Pulling up the curtains, Zhou Ze stood on the balcony, looking at the shimmering lights in the night ahead.

Here,

Was his home.

It hadn't changed,

But it no longer belonged to him.

Everything was the same, but the people were different,

The true meaning of everything was the same, but the people were different.

Taking out a cigarette, lighting it, Zhou Ze exhaled a smoke ring.

He felt a little lost. He thought he should be able to let go, but in reality, he couldn't.

Just like he personally threw the baby into hell to wait for reincarnation,

He now deeply realized that,

As a living person, his attachment to the mortal world was really hard to describe in words.

Even he himself had an impulse at this moment to buy back his house.

As for the money,

With his ability, if he really wanted to illegally get some money,

Would it be difficult?

This impulse was finally suppressed. Zhou Ze knew that this was a road of no return, a Pandora's box. Once opened, he would definitely not be able to stop himself.

Zhou Ze felt that he was a self-disciplined person, but at any time, if he could avoid it, he should not try to test the "humanity and integrity" aspect.

"Click..."

Unexpectedly,

The sound of a key entering the lock came from the door.

The owner was back?

Zhou Ze turned around and walked from the balcony back to the living room. He was thinking about how to explain to the owner that he was in this house now, but he wasn't too nervous.

No matter what, he was still a ghost messenger. If he was really caught by the police station for trespassing,

Wouldn't that be too unfair to himself?

Self-discipline was self-discipline, but there was no need to self-abuse.

After all, this used to be his home.

However, when the door was pushed open,

The person who walked in,

Was actually a familiar figure.

Doctor Lin stood at the door, looking at Zhou Ze standing in the living room, with shock and panic on her face, and said:

"You... why are you here?"

Zhou Ze was also speechless for a moment,

The person who bought his house,

Was actually Doctor Lin?

"Let me explain," Lin Wanqiu.

"Let me explain," Zhou Ze.

The two of them said this sentence together,

For Lin Wanqiu, she was very flustered, because she felt that Zhou Ze had discovered evidence of her "spiritual infidelity",

And had found this place. She was his wife, but she bought a house left by another man, and had been cleaning and tidying it up, and refused to share the same bed with him because of that man.

Doctor Lin felt very guilty.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere didn't last long,

Because an even more embarrassing thing happened,

"Boss, I accidentally got my clothes wet."

The female corpse walked out with a bath towel wrapped around her,

Walked to,

The living room,

Stood in the,

Middle of Zhou Ze and Lin Wanqiu.