Chapter 12 The Color of Lust

They say lust is a knife above your head. It was pretty obvious what kind of ghost this guy was.

In fact, whether in ancient times or in modern times, people often have a great tolerance for the word "romantic."

In ancient times, it was considered extremely elegant for scholars to be romantic and linger in brothels. Even in modern times, you may not agree with the lifestyle of those playboys who brag about their achievements, but you won't think they are guilty of any heinous crime.

After all, everything is based on mutual consent.

It can be "sweet talk," it can be "lonely faces," or it can be a "clean transaction." People are still very open-minded in this regard.

But the kind of lustful ghost who likes to force others and play despicable tricks will often be despised and rejected by society. It is said that in prison, the lowest status is often reserved for rapists.

The man knelt there, kowtowing to Zhou Ze non-stop, hoping that Zhou Ze could spare his life.

The bookstore is actually Zhou Ze's execution ground, especially after Zhou Ze became a full-fledged employee. This place can also be regarded as a special place. The various ghosts and things outside will involuntarily want to approach this bookstore, either pushing open the door of the bookstore in a daze, or attaching themselves to other places or contacting this bookstore in other ways.

Boss Zhou is fishing, and those who are willing will take the bait.

In fact, at first, Zhou Ze didn't see that there was a ghost lurking on that fat classmate. Yes, even Xu Qinglang didn't see it.

Zhou Ze only noticed that the fat classmate was secretly putting medicine in a cup of milk tea. As for what kind of medicine it was, everyone knew it well. In short, it couldn't be cold medicine.

Based on the fact that this was his own store, and according to the law, he had to protect the personal safety of customers who consumed in his store, so Boss Zhou had to intervene.

"Hey, you saw it a long time ago, right?" Xu Qinglang said to Zhou Ze.

"Ah, yeah."

Zhou Ze nodded silently.

There's no need to explain this. Let the people around you think you are awesome and amazing. Just let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

"Hehe, you walked up and slapped that guy, directly slapping a ghost out. To be honest, it looked quite unexpected, a bit like the style of a celestial master from Mount Longhu."

Lao Xu was still bragging to himself, and Zhou Ze continued to remain silent, accepting these praises.

He actually wanted to say that he just wanted to slap this guy to teach him a lesson. It was purely because he didn't like him and wanted to slap him. At worst, he would beat him up and burn some paper money later, but he had an unexpected discovery. The lustful ghost attached to that fat classmate was actually slapped out by him.

In fact, Zhou Ze had also thought about why he and Xu Qinglang hadn't seen this lustful ghost before. It seemed that there could only be one reason, and that was that everyone has lust in their hearts.

Everyone has that impulse, that restlessness, that desire. This desire is similar to the pursuit of money and power. It is an expression of human nature. Therefore, lustful ghosts can hide themselves with that cover.

Whether he exists or not, that fat classmate is actually lustful, so that is his best camouflage.

Zhou Ze opened the Gates of Hell, grabbed the short, lustful ghost on the ground with one hand, and prepared to send it to Hell.

"Spare me, spare me, spare me..."

The lustful ghost was still begging,

But other than begging for mercy, he didn't say anything else useful, such as 'Spare me, and I can give you something', or 'Spare me, and I can tell you some important news'.

Well,

In this situation, Boss Zhou was still very hateful of evil and selfless,

In the end, the lustful ghost was thrown into the Gates of Hell.

Tonight's turnover can be considered a good addition.

"Do you think every lustful ghost has a knife above their head?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"Remember the teacher wearing a tall hat that we met before?" Zhou Ze asked back.

"Yeah, but that one was wronged, this one shouldn't be."

The teacher wearing the tall hat was clearly wronged, but under the influence of public opinion, even Zhou Ze's fingernails couldn't help him take off the tall hat on his head.

Perhaps, Hell seems to have this tradition, or perhaps because Hell is too big, and the people in the underworld are too lazy to govern, so they like to play the one-size-fits-all method. Most of them continue the "sayings" of the Yang world.

Those who wear hats wear hats, those who get tattoos get tattoos. Whatever conclusion the Yang world comes to, the underworld inherits that conclusion, which greatly reduces the workload of the underworld. As for whether there are any wronged people inside, sorry, no one cares.

There was a deal today, so Boss Zhou was too lazy to stay up all night until dawn. He walked to the bathroom, took a shower first, and then went upstairs in his bathrobe.

Watching Zhou Ze's back as he walked up the stairs, Xu Qinglang took another sip of red wine and looked at the cup of milk tea with problems that Zhou Ze had brought over before. The milk tea was already empty.

Xu Qinglang stretched. Of course, Xu Qinglang knew who drank it, and the person who drank it seemed to have noticed something was wrong and had secretly gone upstairs before.

Hehe.

Lao Xu's eyes wandered, waiting for a good show.

Opening the bedroom door, Zhou Ze sensed a little coldness.

He wasn't afraid of the cold, but the temperature in the bedroom, which was completely different from the outside, still caught Zhou Ze's attention.

He looked up at the air conditioner, but it wasn't on. So why was it so cold?

On the bed, Bai Yingying was lying there, covered with a quilt, still squirming.

Zhou Ze was slightly dissatisfied. How many times had he told her not to get on the bed before taking a shower? It was a sign of disrespect for the bed. Of course, the most important thing was because Boss Zhou was a germaphobe.

No matter how beautiful you are, if you dare to get on my bed without taking a shower, sorry, I will kick you off.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed, standing by the bed.

In the past, Bai Yingying would have been so scared that she would have quickly stood up to admit her mistake and promised that she would never dare to do it again.

But this time, Bai Yingying was still lying on the bed, not moving.

No, she moved,

She lifted the quilt.

"Did you wet the bed?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Atmosphere killer,

Destroyer of all that is fresh and beautiful,

A man who should be sent to the stake – Ze,

Was once again explaining why he was still single at the age of thirty in his previous life.

Bai Yingying bit her finger, slowly curling up her body, then she sat up, put her hands on Zhou Ze's shoulders, and said coquettishly:

"Boss... *ying ying ying*..."

Zhou Ze smiled,

The smile was a little helpless,

He first looked down at the quilt that he had just lifted off and thrown on the ground, which was already so hard that it could be used as a cutting board.

Then he looked at Bai Yingying again.

I have the body of an ordinary person. If I really give it to you, tomorrow I will have to go to the hospital to see Dr. Lin for an amputation because of frostbite.

"Did you drink that cup of milk tea?"

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of something and asked.

"Milk tea... What milk tea... *ying ying ying*... *ying ying ying*..."

As she spoke,

Bai Yingying leaped forward,

Her physical fitness was not something that Zhou Ze, who hadn't activated his Wushuang mode, could resist. Zhou Ze was directly knocked to the ground by her.

There was a muffled thud from the floor.

Xu Qinglang downstairs raised his head and looked up, feeling a little lonely and a little sad. He poured himself another glass of red wine.

The old Taoist who was playing cards with the monkey also raised his head and looked at the ceiling in confusion.

"Boss, I really like the smell on you, I really like it, *ying ying ying*..."

A look of helplessness appeared on Zhou Ze's face,

"Yingying, get off me."

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Downstairs,

Xu Qinglang, who was drinking red wine, "pfft" and spat out the red wine in his mouth, raised his head, a little surprised. So fierce?

The old Taoist was so frightened that the cards in his hand fell to the ground. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling again.

Holy crap,

Is the boss showing his power?

Lao Xu and the old Taoist were both hurt at this moment,

It was a kind of sadness and bitterness from being defeated in the aspect that a man could not admit defeat in the most.

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After a long time, Zhou Ze retracted his fingernails.

Bai Yingying, who was lying on the ground almost exhausted, finally regained her clarity in her eyes. As if she had vented, she looked at Zhou Ze blankly:

"Boss, what just happened?"

"You said your back was a little itchy, so I helped you scratch it."

"Oh, thank you, boss."

"Go take a shower," Zhou Ze said.

"Okay, boss."

Bai Yingying supported the wall and slowly walked downstairs, staggering as she walked, with great difficulty.

She saw Xu Qinglang and the old Taoist looking at her with sympathetic eyes.

From then on, for a long time, neither Xu Qinglang nor the old Taoist mentioned this matter in front of Zhou Ze again.

According to the old Taoist,

He can't brag about it anymore, he really can't brag about it anymore. He was looking for fallen and pitiful women, but the boss KO'd a zombie.

How can this be compared?