Chapter 1 The Late Night Bookstore Owner’s Troubles

In the end, Zhou Ze made the call. The old Daoist's life was, after all, in their hands. The earlier talk about collecting a menagerie was just an idle whim; there was no real objective.

A salted fish could flip over occasionally when bored, but to ask it to have a long-term plan was really asking too much.

Moreover, in this matter, Zhou Ze saw how troublesome the old forests of the Northeast could be. You catch one, and then one after another they come out of the mountains to find you, which is really annoying beyond belief.

He sat in the private room, and the female receptionist brought him a cup of Longjing tea, then stood generously behind Zhou Ze, helping him massage his shoulders.

The old Daoist had already sobered up, squatting on the side naked, hugging his head with both hands, and looking aggrieved, like a john caught in a police raid.

Boss Zhou kept smoking, saying nothing, but this silent atmosphere was the most tormenting thing for the old Daoist.

Actually, it was true that Boss Zhou was a little uncomfortable. He had caught two Great Immortals, but before they could even get warmed up, he had to send them away.

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

The female receptionist leaned her face close to Zhou Ze's ear and asked softly.

This fox spirit was indeed naturally charming; even Zhou Ze had to admit that she was very attractive.

"You own this club?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Hehe, yes, it's been open for almost three years, and business has been good."

"You opened it to make money?"

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that even Great Immortals seemed to have a hard time making a living. Was it because fewer and fewer people were superstitious now, so the offerings to the Great Immortals were also less?

"Make money?" The female receptionist covered her mouth and laughed "hehehe" for a long time, until tears almost came out of her eyes, and said, "Mr. Zhou, your joke is really too funny.

Would people like you and me be short of money?"

"............" Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou felt a deep malice from this world.

Before,

Yingying had antique grave goods,

Old Xu had twenty-odd apartments,

Old Daoist's live-streaming income was also considerable,

The guy who opened the internet cafe across the street was obviously a rich second-generation, smoking cigarettes that cost thousands of yuan apiece,

And now he meets a fox spirit, and she's also rich?

"Your sister here opened a brothel over a hundred years ago, and brothels were legal back then."

"If not to make money, then to do what?"

"Then why did you open a bookstore?"

Zhou Ze was silent, not knowing how to answer.

The female receptionist loosened her hair a bit, pointed around, and said:

"Bewitching music enters the ears, beautiful women linger,

Men and women intertwine in love and desire, a life of sensual pleasures,

Emotions, desires,

Ugly, dirty, vulgar,

Base, flattering, perverted,

People are secretive about the word "sex,"

But no matter what, they can't leave it, can't get around it, and can't bear to part with it.

Watching here, listening, feeling,

Cultivating outside the Three Realms within the mortal world,

Mr. Zhou,

This is my path of cultivation."

Zhou Ze nodded upon hearing this.

"It's not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the country,

The path of demon cultivation is becoming more and more difficult, and everyone's incense offerings are getting less and less. Those old geezers are still hiding in the old forests as shrinking turtles anyway. I can't stand them.

But there's no way; after all, two hundred years ago, everyone was a cute little animal;

Breaking a bone still connects the tendons. Since they have fallen into your hands one after another this time, someone from the old forest asked me to pass the word, so I can't ignore it. It's worrying."

"How many demons are there still in the old forests?" Zhou Ze asked curiously.

"Not many, not many. Only those of us old ones still have a bit of energy left. The rest, very few can even gain sentience.

Hehe, Mr. Zhou, to tell you the truth, you've caught this bunch of old things, so you've caught them. There's no need to feel guilty or talk about principles. Peel their skin and pull out their tendons if you need to. Refine their souls if you need to.

If that doesn't work, make them into puppets to be your doorkeepers. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Although I was talking to you about principles before, there's actually no principle to talk about at all.

If you're strong, if you have the moves, and you've got them under your thumb, then they can only endure it.

That Eighth Aunt and Brother Huang, when they first became spirits, who didn't harm the forest or even come down the mountain to harm people? None of them has clean hands;

Later, their cultivation levels increased, and the times changed, so they learned to be more restrained, but in essence, they're still the same as before.

If you don't know those methods, I can teach you, but you have to promise not to use those moves on me. If any ignorant demons come to make trouble for you in the future, or if you see them, catch them if you can; make the best use of everything, right?"

Zhou Ze looked at this fox spirit with some surprise and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" The female receptionist put her arms around Zhou Ze's neck, almost sitting on his lap, and said affectionately, "I'm fond of you, is that okay?

There aren't many who can remain calm in the face of my power, so I'm optimistic about you.

With this kind of composure, even if you're just a ghost messenger now, you might become a head constable or inspector in a few years, or even pick up a judge's pen and become a judge someday.

I'll do you a favor now, so don't forget about me when you make it big in the future.

Besides, Huang A-san and Eighth Aunt aren't easy to deal with. The fact that you were able to catch them both already shows your ability.

I'm just making an investment. Back when I opened a brothel in Henan, I invested in Yuan Weiting. I almost succeeded."

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. Who was Yuan Weiting?

At this time, the old Daoist, who had been squatting on the side without daring to speak, opened his mouth and said:

"Boss, that's Yuan Shikai."

Zhou Ze frowned even deeper.

The old Daoist, having just provided the explanation, wanted to slap himself in the face.

He cursed himself:

Why are you so talkative?

Why are you so capable?

You just can't help but show off, can you?

"It's a pity; he had bad luck and couldn't support that yellow robe. He died not long after. I almost had the chance to become the empress."

Speaking of this, the female receptionist actually started laughing to herself first, then started crying again, as if she had said something sad.

"We're looking for our boss! I'm here to find our boss!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a series of loud noises from outside.

The female receptionist got off Zhou Ze's body, stood up, and walked outside. Zhou Ze also went out with her, and the old Daoist immediately put on his Daoist robe and followed.

Bai Yingying, with a little monkey sitting on her shoulder, stood in the middle of the lobby. Around her, five or six security guards lay scattered on the ground.

"Boss, Yingying is here!"

The female receptionist and Zhou Ze happened to walk out as well. The female receptionist's eyes first looked at the Book of Life and Death in the monkey's hand, and she pursed her lips, secretly shocked:

No wonder Eighth Aunt and Huang A-san were both caught; it turns out it was this thing.

At this time, the way the female receptionist looked at Zhou Ze was even more different. The Book of Life and Death was something held by judges. Don't think that there's no nepotism in the underworld.

At this time, the female receptionist clearly regarded Zhou Ze as a second-generation underworld official.

Coming up to be a ghost messenger was just to get some experience.

"That thing............" The female receptionist pointed to the Book of Life and Death in the monkey's hand.

Before she could finish speaking,

Yingying shouted, "What thing? This grandma has plenty of money!"

As she said this, Yingying took out the suitcase she had brought and started throwing wads of money out of it,

With a heroic spirit!

It had the style of Chow Yun-fat embracing a girl and dancing under a shower of money in the movie *God of Gamblers*.

"My boss just slept with a few women here; it's your honor!

To be favored by my boss is a blessing you couldn't cultivate in several lifetimes!"

Bai Yingying shouted as she continued to throw money.

"You think our boss has no money? Can't afford this little bit of money?

I, Yingying, have it! Come on, don't you want money? Still want to force my boss to use treasures to pay off the debt?

I'm telling you, no way!

Here's the money, take it!

Boss, have you had enough fun? If you haven't, let's keep calling them. Have them call out all the women in the club,

You can look them over one by one. Don't worry; with Yingying here, I'll definitely let you whore to your heart's content!"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath and suddenly felt a pain in his liver.

The female receptionist was also dumbfounded.

The old Daoist watched from the side, saliva almost drooling out, and decided that after this matter was over, he must secretly ask Bai Yingying if she had any sisters in her previous life, where they were buried, and he would go dig up a zombie like Yingying.

Serving as both a maid and a bodyguard, and she'll even bring money to help you pay when you go whoring!

Motherfucker,

Why can't I meet someone like that?

Actually, it was because after Zhou Ze gave Bai Yingying the address over the phone, he went back and asked Old Xu, thinking that the boss, like the old Daoist, had been detained because he couldn't pay for whoring.

"Yingying."

Zhou Ze waved at Bai Yingying.

"Hey, Boss."

Bai Yingying immediately ran over like a little bird leaning on someone, still carrying the big bag in her hand.

"This bag is full of money?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Ah, it's not just money. Yingying heard that it might not be clean here, so I brought you the best Smurfs. I don't know which flavor you like.

There are some with granules,

And chocolate flavored ones,

And ultra-thin ones,

Oh, and there's lubricant disinfectant, and I also brought a large bottle of Fuyanjie for washing; cleaner is healthier."

"............" Zhou Ze.

"Little sister, I think we might have some kind of misunderstanding?" the female receptionist asked at this time.

"Misunderstanding?" Bai Yingying was stunned for a moment, then immediately looked terrified, and shook the female receptionist's arm with both hands, saying, "It must not be a misunderstanding!"

She had broken her heart for her boss's lower body business, really hoping that the boss could prove himself and get on the road and drive normally.

"Yingying."

"Hey, Boss, I also brought Spanish fly and Viagra............"

"Shut up."

"Um..." Bai Yingying immediately stopped talking.

Zhou Ze had a bit of a headache. He reached out and took the Book of Life and Death from the monkey's hand and handed it to the female receptionist, "They're inside. You can release them."

The female receptionist was so frightened that she kept backing away while waving her hand and saying, "Are you kidding? This is............this is............"

The female receptionist didn't even dare to say the three words "Book of Life and Death."

The majesty of the underworld judge made even the demon cultivators of the yang world retreat.

Zhou Ze shrugged his shoulders,

And said:

"Then here comes the question, I don't have the instruction manual for this thing. So far,

I only know how to put things inside,

I don't know how to take things out."

"............" The female receptionist.