Chapter 237 Sitting at Home, the Pot Comes from the Sky

Inside the bookstore,

Liu Chuyu sat in a particular spot, with tea and fruit plates beside him. He didn't bother pretending to read a book but instead took out a makeup mirror and touched up his face.

That delicateness, that affectation, that expression...

Tsk, tsk.

Xu Qinglang, upon seeing this, found it somewhat unbearable. In the end, he simply turned a blind eye and went upstairs to rest.

Zhou Ze faintly heard Xu Qinglang, who had just reached the top of the stairs, utter a very disdainful:

"sa、o huo."

The old Taoist was still sitting calmly at the bar, holding a book and reading with great interest.

He had even finished reading the millions-of-words sequel and had reread it several times.

In the end, the old Taoist even complained that the boss had returned too early. That damn Xu Le should have written more, as it was a great cause that benefited generations and might even become a trace of youth deep in the hearts of generations.

Bai Yingying sat behind Zhou Ze, constantly refilling his tea while carefully studying *The Maid's Self-Cultivation*.

And it was the Japanese version.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised that Bai Yingying had actually taught herself Japanese.

But thinking about it, he understood. If a person had lived for two hundred years without any physical or mental degradation, her wisdom would be hard to judge by ordinary standards.

And so, evening gradually arrived.

The old Taoist was waiting for a wandering soul; he was waiting for the singer, hoping the singer's soul would come to satisfy his special star-chasing needs.

That Changzhou's newly-promoted ghost messenger, Liu Chuyu, was also waiting for his wandering soul.

Zhou Ze stretched.

He looked up at the two of them, wondering if they were waiting for the same person.

It seemed,

There was a real possibility.

But this colleague next door was also a star-chaser?

He became a ghost messenger just to chase stars?

Heh,

It probably wasn't that extreme.

"Creak..."

The bookstore door was pushed open.

A tall, thin man wearing a bamboo hat walked in, holding a bamboo pole and wearing sunglasses.

Wearing sunglasses at night,

And that bamboo hat,

It really made one want to smash his head.

The tall, thin man, who was displaying a "I'm showing off" and "I'm an expert" aura from head to toe, found a seat by the window and sat down.

He didn't order tea or take out a book from the shelves. He just sat there in a dignified manner, still wearing his sunglasses.

The old Taoist was more on the ball. He casually poured a glass of mineral water and brought it over to the posing man, while reminding him:

"Minimum consumption is one hundred yuan."

After putting down the water, the old Taoist went back to the bar and continued reading his book.

The monkey was small, and the old Taoist was sitting behind the bar, so Boss Zhou didn't see him. If Zhou Ze had seen him, he probably would have slapped the old Taoist in the face.

Now that this little monkey was still innocent, it was all good. Boss Zhou wouldn't just sit by and watch the old Taoist lead the monkey astray.

With the addition of one more person, the atmosphere in the bookstore became even quieter.

No one spoke, no one chatted.

Everyone was reading their own books.

Zhou Ze simply squinted and leaned back. Bai Yingying got up and started massaging Zhou Ze's shoulders.

Like this, half-asleep, he waited until about twelve o'clock when the wind picked up outside, and the temperature seemed to drop a little.

Zhou Ze raised his head in confusion and looked out the window.

Bai Yingying muttered, "Boss, is it a ghost coming? What a grand entrance."

Yes,

The wind had picked up,

It was drizzling,

All that was missing was a background music, and it would be a typical movie protagonist's entrance.

Boss Zhou had seen countless ghosts off from this bookstore. Everyone else came in quietly, like guerrillas entering a village, but today was the first time he had encountered such a high-profile situation.

The wind was mixed with ghost energy.

It was definitely a ghost.

Next, the background music actually came on. A man was singing outside, singing a love song that was very popular in the nineties, his voice melodious, with a unique sense of vicissitudes.

The old Taoist immediately stood up, his face filled with excitement!

Holy crap,

He really came!

Liu Chuyu didn't move, continuing to look at himself in the mirror. He had been in this pose and action for several hours. The more he looked at himself, the more he wanted to look, the more he felt he was good-looking, and his whole person was deeply intoxicated in it.

The posing man wearing the bamboo hat also didn't move. He had been sitting upright ever since he came in. This demeanor was really comparable to the unmoving Deadpool sitting there; the two seemed to be competing with each other.

The visitor had put on quite a show.

The first to come in

was a man wearing a burgundy suit, singing with deep feeling, his face pale.

The old Taoist almost ran over to ask for an autograph, but behind the man, there was actually a woman, a woman wearing a red dress. Even the woman's shoes were red high heels.

Ordinary people couldn't see it,

But Zhou Ze could see it.

The red color on this woman's body had already turned into a "water"-like liquid dripping down, leaving traces of scarlet wherever she walked.

Liu Chuyu finally stood up and walked in front of the woman, his eyes bright as he looked at her.

The woman raised her head, looked at him, and then smiled slightly, spreading her hands, and said:

"Ghost Messenger, I am honoring the agreement. Please bind yourself and enter hell."

Liu Chuyu pursed his lips, looking somewhat angry.

Zhou Ze could understand why this newly-promoted colleague was angry. Perhaps Liu Chuyu had made some agreement with this female ghost before, just like he used to do with that woman who accompanied her son to study for the college entrance examination.

But now the result was,

The woman had become a fierce ghost.

Fierce ghosts

were no longer qualified to enter hell for reincarnation.

It was like a fruit that was originally fresh and could be sold for a good price had already rotted. Let alone selling it, you'd be afraid of getting a stomachache if you ate it yourself.

"Let him go. You can't go to hell. Just dissipate on your own. He still can. Release your restraints on him, and I'll send him to hell."

"Hey!"

Bai Yingying opened her mouth unhappily, wanting to say something,

But Zhou Ze grabbed her wrist, signaling her not to speak.

Zhou Ze knew what Bai Yingying wanted to complain about. You came to find a female ghost, but after discovering that the female ghost had become a fierce ghost and couldn't be turned into merit points, you were thinking of sending the male ghost down instead.

This is Tongcheng, my boss's territory.

What do you mean by running here to steal business?

"I want to be with him."

The female ghost's hand was tightly held with the male ghost's. The male ghost looked confused, and the female ghost's eyes were full of affection.

This was what you call a loyal star-chasing fan.

So fanatical that even if I die

and become a ghost,

I'll take you with me to hell.

The old Taoist had said during the day that this male singer's death was a bit abnormal. Before he died, he exposed all his past black history and then jumped off a building.

It seemed that he had been influenced by a ghost.

Zhou Ze's heart slightly tightened.

A ghost had killed someone in his Tongcheng.

This was no small matter.

"You've ruined yourself, and now you're dragging him down with you. Don't be shameless!"

Liu Chuyu stared at the female ghost, saying each word one by one.

The female ghost was a little shy and a little resentful, but she still knelt down to Liu Chuyu, crying and begging:

"Superior, I beg you, I won't feel lonely if he walks with me on the road to the underworld."

"The road to the underworld? Do you think you still have a chance to go to the underworld?

Now, let him go, and I'll send him down. He's already been harmed enough by you."

"But I've had three abortions for him, and I've given everything for him!

I love him,

I love him more than I love my family.

I'm sorry to my family.

Now I just want him to be with me, even if it's together in hell!"

The female ghost seemed a little crazy.

Of course,

If you're not crazy and obsessed, you can't become a fierce ghost.

"Get out of here!"

Liu Chuyu flipped over the mirror that he had been playing with, and a beam of purple light shot out, hitting the female ghost directly. The female ghost fell heavily to the ground, and her soul became much thinner.

Immediately afterwards,

Liu Chuyu grabbed the male singer's wandering soul.

"No, no, please, superior, please, no!!!”

The female ghost begged bitterly, her hands grabbing Liu Chuyu's legs,

And Liu Chuyu couldn't move because of it.

Zhou Ze, who had been an "eating melon" bystander from the beginning to the present, finally revealed a look of understanding on his face.

Before, Zhou Ze was wondering in his heart why this newly-promoted colleague from next door had specially run to Tongcheng to capture a female ghost. Even if this female ghost had become a fierce ghost, it wasn't that important. It was the same if she ran to Tongcheng and was dealt with by the ghost messengers of Tongcheng.

The key point was that after the female ghost was injured and her soul body was damaged,

She could still restrain the actions of a ghost messenger!

This was definitely not an ordinary female ghost.

To be precise,

It wasn't that there were any abnormal changes after this female ghost died,

But that this woman,

Was by no means ordinary when she was alive!

This was a big fish.

In reality, there were people like the mad monk who were connected to mysteries.

In fact, Xu Qinglang could be considered one of them, but he was only half-baked. The old Taoist's ancestors must have been wealthy; otherwise, it would have been impossible to leave behind such useful talismans, and like wholesale Chinese cabbage, the old Taoist had another one after using one.

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette. He still didn't move. If the female ghost hadn't become a fierce ghost, Boss Zhou might have played a game of forcibly stealing the goods.

However, Zhou Ze didn't move, but the tall, thin man who had been wearing a hood and eager to tell the world that he was showing off slowly stood up.

He took off his hood,

Revealing his balding head,

Those triangular eyes gave people a very narrow feeling.

Looking at the female ghost who was hugging Liu Chuyu's leg and begging,

Looking at Liu Chuyu who was constantly slapping and scolding the female ghost with a mirror,

The tall, thin man took a deep breath,

And said in a deep voice:

"You've gone too far, you damn ghost messengers."

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

Boss Zhou, who was sitting on the side and hadn't said or moved a single word, had a dark-skinned question mark on his face?

This was really,

Sitting at home,

The pot comes from the sky.

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ps: *Late Night Bookstore* has been recommended on the splash screen, which is the recommendation that appears when you reopen the Qidian client. This is the recommendation reward that everyone got for participating in the battle team and helping Long to achieve a good ranking during the 515 fan battle team. Long sincerely thanks everyone here.