“What the hell is this?”

The old Daoist watched as an adult draped in black gauze emerged from the car. He wondered if the boss and the others hadn't gone out for revenge. It would have been fine if they hadn't lost anyone, but how did they come back with an extra person?

And this person was really strange, completely covered from head to toe, not even showing their eyes.

It was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman.

So mysterious.

A man in black?

Huh?

No,

There was a pleasant smell coming from them,

A bit like Brazilian barbecue.

The old Daoist brought his nose close to the man to sniff. It really smelled good, fragrant. Then, he turned his head to look at Zhou Ze and asked:

"Boss, did you go out for barbecue?"

"Ugh..."

The little loli on the side couldn't stand it anymore, especially when the old Daoist was ecstatically pressing his nose against that thing. It was too disgusting.

She was really glad she hadn't brought her physical body today, or she would have thrown up.

"Brought him back to help with chores. You can have him do things for you in the future," Zhou Ze said.

"What?"

The old Daoist was shocked.

Damn it!

He'd been mocking Bai Yingying, that little vixen, for trying to compete with the little loli for attention, but now his own position was under threat?

Was someone really trying to take his job of cleaning, living at the mercy of ghosts, getting no salary, and having to make offerings to ghosts from time to time?

Was there no justice left in the world!

Was the job market really that cutthroat!

"Go give him a bath, be gentle," Zhou Ze said.

"A bath?"

The old Daoist paused, then asked:

"Is it a woman?"

"Yes, it's a woman, so you have to be gentle. He has severe autism."

The old Daoist heard this,

Hehe,

And subconsciously rubbed his calloused hands,

"Is this... appropriate?"

"I trust your character."

Zhou Ze reached out and patted the old Daoist on the shoulder,

Indicating that he had faith in him.

Then, Zhou Ze said to the masked person, "Follow him, do whatever he tells you to do."

The masked person walked to the old Daoist's side, very obedient.

The old Daoist was a little shy, but still led him to the bathroom.

Zhou Ze and the others also entered the bookstore. Bai Yingying poured Zhou Ze a cup of coffee. Zhou Ze picked up the coffee, took a sip, and then said:

"Go lock the bathroom door."

"You got it."

Bai Yingying quickly went over and locked the door.

A moment later,

An extremely horrifying scream came from the bathroom, then the old Daoist began banging on the bathroom door incessantly, looking like he was in unbearable pain.

"Boss, let me out, let me out!"

"Clean yourself first," Zhou Ze said.

"..." The old Daoist.

About half an hour later, the old Daoist came out, his face alternating between green and white. He didn't eat dinner, and sat alone at the bar contemplating life.

The visual impact was indeed too strong, so strong that it almost broke the old Daoist's heart.

The little loli went back; her soul had been out of her body for too long and she needed to go back to sleep.

Xu Qinglang hadn't returned for dinner, presumably still melancholic and sentimental, so Zhou Ze had to order takeout again.

Bai Yingying, as instructed by Zhou Ze, went out to buy a few sets of clothes, the kind that could cover the whole body. These kinds of clothes were hard to find, so Bai Yingying could only buy a few sets of Spider-Man and Iron Man costumes. After the guy put them on, he looked much more normal.

That way he could move around the bookstore and do things normally in the future, and wouldn't have to worry about scaring people.

After dinner, Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist still sitting there in a daze, and felt a little sorry for him.

In his heart, he also felt a little guilty.

So,

Zhou Ze walked over and stood in front of the old Daoist.

The old Daoist looked at Zhou Ze blankly,

Baby was so aggrieved,

He really wanted to cry.

"Boss..."

"It's okay, think positive."

Zhou Ze comforted him.

"Boss, next time this happens, can you give me some advance warning?"

It wasn't that the old Daoist was too naive, but because everyone around the ghost was weird, and it wasn't impossible for a shy girl to ask him to help her take a bath and chat about life or something.

But when he, with anticipation and excitement, helped that person take off their clothes,

What was revealed was a large patch of scorched skin, with pus flowing everywhere...

The imagination was full and plump,

The reality was very bony.

This huge gap was enough to break the old Daoist, and he even felt that he might develop the same problem as the boss because of this.

This was the boss's revenge, definitely revenge, who told him to always talk about his patronage of prostitutes in front of the boss.

This was like talking about how unruly and wasteful one's son was in front of a eunuch; was he tired of living?

"Don't worry, this won't happen again next time."

"Okay, thank you, Boss." The old Daoist took a deep breath and asked, "Boss, what is that thing?"

That guy couldn't even be considered human.

"That's the Japanese priest," Zhou Ze replied.

"What?" The old Daoist was shocked.

"You can ask Bai Yingying about the specific process. Anyway, he's pretty safe now, completely under my control. You can really have him help you clean in the future."

"Okay." Hearing this, the old Daoist finally felt a little better.

"You're getting old too, so you shouldn't do too much of this kind of work. You should pay more attention to your health."

"Don't worry, Boss, this Daoist's body is in good shape. I can last half an hour at a time, making them feel that earning my money is really difficult and a suffering."

"Oh."

At this time, Xu Qinglang walked in from outside. He walked to the bar, poured a glass of red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Obviously, he was very depressed.

Zhou Ze patted the old Daoist on the shoulder again and said, "Don't worry, next time I ask you to do something, I'll definitely let you know in advance."

"Thank you, Boss."

"He'll be living in the same room as you from now on, and sleeping with you. I'm telling you this in advance."

"..." The old Daoist.

Zhou Ze walked to Xu Qinglang's side and said, "What's wrong? Still feeling down?"

"I'm okay, it's not like I can't see through it." Xu Qinglang stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then poured another glass of red wine and continued drinking.

Zhou Ze didn't know how to comfort him. He guessed he would come out of it himself after a while.

"Lao Zhou, tell me, do gods really exist in this world?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"There should be, after all, I'm a ghost messenger."

If there's one, there can be two, if there are two, there can be three, and if there are three, there are all things.

Xu Qinglang nodded. "So, there are sea gods too?"

"If you think there are, there should be."

"That sea god is really not a good person."

"Maybe he's not even a person, maybe he's a sea turtle who cultivated into a spirit."

At the entrance of the bookstore, a group of students walked in. The one leading was a girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, probably in high school.

"Boss, we have so many people, can we get a discount?"

"What discount? I'll cover it," a chubby male student said.

Then, the students gathered together and sat down, taking out each other's homework to copy.

Everyone copied very seriously, and very solemnly, as if they were really doing it themselves.

"It feels like I'm back in the old days." Xu Qinglang, holding a wine glass in one hand, pointed at the students over there and said.

"I never copied, people always copied from me," Zhou Ze said with a smile.

"I know, you're a straight-A student, a high achiever." Xu Qinglang poured Zhou Ze a glass of wine too.

"Get everyone a cup of milk tea," the chubby boy waved and called out.

"Okay."

Xu Qinglang nodded and went back to the kitchen to make milk tea.

After a while, the chubby boy walked over himself and asked, "Is the milk tea ready yet?"

"I'll bring it to you when it's done," Bai Yingying said.

"Forget it, I'll wait, anyway, I'm done copying."

The chubby boy played with his phone on the side, then took out a cigarette and lit it, turning his back to his classmates in the distance.

After a while, Xu Qinglang prepared all the milk teas and sealed them one by one.

The chubby boy took a cup of milk tea, inserted a straw, then took a few more cups of milk tea and walked to his classmates.

The remaining milk tea was carried over by Bai Yingying on a tray.

Soon, Zhou Ze took the initiative to get up and walk over to the students, looking left and right, which made the students who were copying homework feel very unnatural. After all, copying homework wasn't something to be proud of.

However, Zhou Ze also saw one exception, which was a girl who was dressed a little more plainly but looked very pretty. She wasn't copying; she was doing it herself.

And then she divided the parts she had done to the surrounding students to continue copying.

This was a very natural thing. Among a group of slackers, there had to be a straight-A student to be the mainstay.

"The ice is melting, drink it quickly," the chubby boy said to the straight-A girl, while moving the cup of milk tea in front of her.

The girl shook her head, indicating that she wasn't thirsty, and said, "Don't come here next time, it's too expensive."

"It's not expensive, not expensive, I have a lot of pocket money." The chubby boy said pretentiously, "You should drink some, the milk tea in this shop tastes very good, they make it very carefully. I've been here before, and it's also very expensive."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze suddenly wanted to tell this chubby classmate that the milk tea and drinks sold in his bookstore were all made by Xu Qinglang in the kitchen using instant powder from Xiangpiaopiao. Ever since Lao Xu realized that he needed to take care of himself, he had become more and more lazy.

The girl hesitated, put down her pen, and reached out to take the milk tea.

But just as Zhou Ze walked over, his arm bumped into it, and the milk tea fell to the ground, spilling some out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll get you another cup."

Zhou Ze bent down and reached out to pick up the milk tea that had fallen on the ground.

The chubby boy raised his head and glared at Zhou Ze. "What are you doing, wandering around here!"

"Okay, don't be angry, it's just a cup of milk tea," a classmate next to him advised.

Zhou Ze ignored the chubby classmate, but walked back to the bar with the milk tea and said to Xu Qinglang:

"Make another packet."

Xu Qinglang nodded.

Zhou Ze walked out and stood at the entrance of the bookstore, smoking a cigarette.

At this time, Bai Yingying happened to be sitting behind the bar playing "Peacekeeper Elite" on her phone. Seeing the cup of milk tea that Zhou Ze had brought back on the bar, she simply picked it up and drank it herself. Anyway, it had just fallen on the ground, no one had drunk it, and it wasn't dirty.

She didn't need to eat, but sometimes she needed to replenish some water.

Another half an hour passed,

Among the group of students, those who had finished copying their homework began to leave one by one.

In the end, only the chubby classmate and the straight-A girl were left. The chubby classmate said ingratiatingly:

"Should I take a taxi to send you back?"

"No, I'll take the bus back."

The straight-A girl tidied up her schoolbag and walked out of the bookstore.

The chubby classmate sighed, stood up, and went to the bar to pay the bill first.

"Nine hundred in total." Xu Qinglang calculated according to the number of people, with a minimum consumption of one hundred.

"Alipay."

"Okay."

The chubby classmate paid the bill and turned around to leave when he saw Zhou Ze walking in from outside.

With a snort, the chubby classmate was obviously very dissatisfied with Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze smiled at him,

Then, when the chubby classmate passed by Zhou Ze,

"Smack!"

A crisp sound,

Zhou Ze slapped the chubby classmate directly in the face.

A shadowy figure was pulled out of him. The chubby classmate was slapped and spun around in place. His whole body was dizzy, as if he didn't know he had just been slapped.

He looked at Zhou Ze blankly and said, "What happened to me?"

"You bumped into the door while walking. Go home quickly."

"Okay, thank you, Boss."

The chubby classmate nodded and smiled at Zhou Ze, then walked out of the bookstore.

But in the bookstore,

There was a small man left behind.

The man was kneeling there, shivering.

"That hairstyle is not bad." Xu Qinglang said, propping himself up on the bar.

Yes, the hairstyle of this short man was indeed not bad.

Other people's mohawk was already mainstream enough,

He was even more outrageous.

In his head,

There was a knife inserted.

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