Chapter 1 Back to the Bookstore

It was already evening when I returned to the bookstore.

The old Taoist was very conscientious, and as soon as he entered the store, he picked up the broom and mop and prepared to go out.

"Old Taoist, what are you going to do?" Yingying asked curiously.

"Contributing to the creation of a civilized city, clear waters and green mountains are golden mountains and silver mountains!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist didn't dare to look at Zhou Ze, and immediately slipped out.

It was like a game. Don't look at the old Taoist cowering in front of Zhou Ze on weekdays, but in fact, the old Taoist had already figured out Zhou Ze's temper. He had already mastered this game.

Boss Zhou has a lazy personality but a soft heart. He went out to have fun and caused trouble this time, making the boss angry, but it was not a big problem. He would just avoid showing his face in front of the boss tonight, and everything would be fine tomorrow.

The old Taoist, who was always frantically testing the limits, had already accumulated a lot of experience.

If anyone else kept courting death like the old Taoist, they would have been packed into a courier package and sent to hell by Boss Zhou long ago. The fact that the old Taoist is still alive and kicking is the best proof.

In fact, Zhou Ze wasn't too angry with the old Taoist. The fox spirit was coming for him in the first place. Even if the old Taoist hadn't gone out to have fun, but to volunteer, he would have been caught back anyway.

The root cause of this matter was that he was idle that night and used the Yin-Yang Record to capture Aunt Eight, and now he can't release her even if he wants to.

He went upstairs to check on Xu Qinglang. Lao Xu was staring at the bug on the coffee table. He was still very cautious about this thick thing that was about to enter his body.

Zhou Ze also glanced at the bowl. The insect eggs had already hatched, and a red beetle had appeared. It wasn't small, about the size of a baby's fist.

"Mingming estimates that he will come in a while to detoxify you," Zhou Ze said.

"Yeah," Xu Qinglang nodded.

"He asked me to prepare some enema stuff for later."

"What?" Lao Xu was shocked, and his lower body probably tightened.

"This thing has to go in through the back door. Are you going to swallow it directly? Wash it clean first, it'll be comfortable, and you'll be comfortable too.

Think about it, we'll all be there when you're detoxified. If you're lying there or sitting there and can't hold it in directly...

Cough cough, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Enemas were not unfamiliar to Zhou Ze. They can treat ulcerative colitis, uremia, paralytic intestinal obstruction, and bronchial asthma, and can also relieve constipation. Of course, most people always think of it in the wrong way and turn it into a synonym for a specific ritual.

Lao Xu opened his mouth.

What Zhou Ze just said made him a little overwhelmed.

Zhou Ze could tell from his expression that Lao Xu might now be thinking, "I'd rather be a zombie" than be treated.

"This is too much, I can't take the blame." Qu Mingming had already reached the door and heard Zhou Ze's joke, so he immediately came in to refute the rumor.

Xu Qinglang immediately reached out and grabbed Zhou Ze's arm, wanting to scold him, but it seemed to be a conditioned reflex, and he directly showed his fangs to Zhou Ze.

"Roar!"

Because of the corpse poison, this had almost become Xu Qinglang's instinct, and it was an instinct that had formed unconsciously. He wanted to scold people.

"Hehe."

Boss Zhou's face didn't change.

Joke,

How could Boss Zhou, who sleeps with a two-hundred-year-old zombie every day, be scared by a tender zombie like you?

He reached out and touched one of Xu Qinglang's fangs, and Zhou Ze even lowered his head to look inside carefully, and said:

"These teeth aren't sharp enough. I'll have Yingying buy you a whetstone tomorrow, so you can sharpen them well."

Xu Qinglang really wanted to swallow the guy in front of him in one bite.

"Okay, I'm going to detoxify you." Qu Mingming picked up the red bug like he was stroking his own kitten, and carefully brought it to Xu Qinglang.

"Be good, open your mouth and let it in."

Xu Qinglang silently opened his mouth and swallowed the bug.

"You see, you still have to thank me. Originally, if I had you swallow this bug directly, you would have found it disgusting, painful, and unacceptable.

But after I mentioned the back door,

Don't you think that swallowing it directly with your mouth is a wonderful and happy thing?"

"..." Xu Qinglang.

If the bug wasn't still moving in his stomach, Xu Qinglang would have really climbed out of the tub and fought Zhou Ze three hundred rounds.

"Don't be impulsive, detoxify properly. Even if you're a zombie, you're no match for me. Yingying was so awesome back then, she was like a queen when she appeared. You don't want to be poked and poked by my nails and turned into a docile kitten, do you?"

Xu Qinglang finally controlled his emotions and waited quietly for the bug to roam in his body and absorb the poison.

"This will probably take a night. Let's go first, shall we go downstairs for a drink?" Qu Mingming invited.

"Okay."

Zhou Ze and Qu Mingming went downstairs. When Bai Yingying saw that Zhou Ze was going to the internet cafe, she looked at Zhou Ze with anticipation.

"Let's go together," Zhou Ze said.

It seemed that Qu Mingming's humanoid creature plug-in had indeed given Yingying a taste of sweetness, and the game experience was full.

However, before leaving, Zhou Ze snapped his fingers at the Deadpool over there.

Deadpool stood up and walked to Zhou Ze.

"If there are any unfamiliar people or things that want to go upstairs, stop them."

Deadpool nodded silently, walked to the stairs, and sat down on the steps.

"Where's the monkey?" Zhou Ze asked.

"He went to sweep the streets with the old Taoist," Bai Yingying replied.

Zhou Ze didn't say anything else and went to the internet cafe with Qu Mingming, to the same office.

Qu Mingming took out white wine, saying it was homemade medicinal wine.

Zhou Ze picked up his glass, took a sip, nodded, and said:

"The taste is not bad."

Qu Mingming scratched his head dejectedly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I forgot to get some snacks to go with the wine."

"It's okay, I'm not hungry."

"Yeah."

Qu Mingming stared at the wine glass in front of him in a daze. The medicinal diet didn't work on Zhou Ze, and this wine was carefully brewed and sealed with many precious aphrodisiac medicinal materials and tiger penises.

But looking at Zhou Ze, who was still unresponsive after two glasses, Qu Mingming fell into deep self-doubt.

Just like climbers like to challenge high mountains that they have never conquered,

As a doctor,

When faced with a patient that you can't understand or is terminally ill,

The inertia of wanting to solve the problem, no matter how difficult it is, keeps urging him, and at the same time torturing him.

Qu Mingming changed his mind,

As a doctor, it's common sense to treat people and beasts, but for thousands of years, he should be one of the few doctors who can treat ghosts. What a great honor and great attempt this is.

Thinking about it,

A burst of pride arose,

Qu Mingming subconsciously picked up the wine glass in front of him,

And drank it all in one gulp,

The hot stream went down his throat,

And converged into an unspeakable position in his lower body in an extremely domineering posture.

Qu Mingming then realized that,

He actually drank the wine specially prepared for Zhou Ze.

In an instant,

Qu Mingming's face turned red, and he immediately got up and rushed out of the office. He was going upstairs to prepare medicine for himself to counteract this excited state.

Watching Qu Mingming flee,

Zhou Ze smiled,

Picked up the wine glass,

And took another sip. The wine was mellow and fragrant, with endless aftertaste.

"Still young, his alcohol tolerance is so poor that he can't handle it after just one glass."

………………

The bookstore was very quiet at this time, and Deadpool sat alone on the stairs, motionless.

"Whoosh..."

It seemed like the wind was blowing.

Deadpool slowly stood up.

He seemed a little dazed and a little ignorant,

As if he sensed something,

But as if he didn't notice anything.

Then,

He took a step,

And went up the stairs,

He would definitely complete what his father told him to do unconditionally, although in these few months, his father had only told him one thing, and that was to clean.

In the bathtub, Xu Qinglang's face was sometimes painful and sometimes comfortable. The feeling of a bug constantly roaming in your body was really hard to describe in words.

At the same time, the cyan color on Xu Qinglang's face was slowly fading, and the fangs were also slowly shrinking. Obviously, the corpse poison was constantly being extracted.

In the end,

Xu Qinglang pinched his neck with both hands and gagged several times in a row, and a bug that had expanded several times in size was spit out of his mouth.

Originally red, it was now black, and it didn't die after landing. It staggered and found a corner and drilled into it.

Xu Qinglang didn't have the strength to clean up at this time, so he leaned against the side of the bathtub and kept taking deep breaths.

The feeling of being human again,

Was really good.

By the window, a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing came in from the crack, fluttering and flying, like a painting, hanging in front of Xu Qinglang.

This was a human skin, and I didn't know if it was made of real human skin, but it was lifelike.

This was a young woman with red lips, white teeth, and soul-stirring eyes.

Xu Qinglang, who was originally drowsy and planning to take a nap, trembled suddenly after seeing this scene, and grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief!

"Master..."

"You really let me down..."

What the woman let out was a man's voice, very hoarse and very "Master, you're back? Is it really you, Master?" Xu Qinglang's face showed a look of surprise.

"Yes, I'm back, but why haven't you made any progress since I left?" The old voice sounded again.

"I...Master...after you left, I started a new life. I'm very good at cooking now. I can cook for you. Master, wait for me to rest and I'll let you taste my cooking."

"Nonsense!"

A stern shout came.

Xu Qinglang immediately shut up.

"I thought you had good qualifications, so I passed on the Taoist arts to you. I thought I had left a good seedling here, and I still had a thought in my mind.

As a result,

As a result, what are you telling me,

I'm back,

The good seedling I was expecting has become a cook?"

"Master..."

"Don't call me Master."

"Master, I have disappointed you. This is the path I chose myself. I think this is the life that suits me..."

"Your life? Are you worthy of my efforts for you?"

"Master...I'm sorry..."

"Are you worthy of my good intentions in deliberately causing your parents to die in an accident to stimulate you in order to let you learn the art of painting skin and guiding souls!

In order to let you embark on the right path, in order to let you have no burdens, I made your parents die so that you could become an orphan and concentrate on cultivation, and carry forward the right path and eliminate demons and defend the Tao in the future!

Are you worthy of this good intention?"