Chapter 2 The Internet Cafe Owner

The refined boss glanced at his employee, shook his head, and gestured "please" to Zhou Ze, signaling that Zhou Ze could come inside to talk.

The female employee stood to the side, nervously wringing the hem of her clothes, tears welling up in her eyes, clearly terrified. She wasn't afraid of Zhou Ze, but of her own boss.

Zhou Ze walked into the inner office.

Very few internet cafes would deliberately open an office; most wanted to squeeze every last bit of space, adding another computer terminal if they could, or another private room. As for the staff's rest area, they kept it as simple as possible.

Moreover, this office was quite spacious. There was even a room inside, probably a bedroom. The main area had a sofa and a desk. The carpet was a sealed ink painting, a grand landscape style, so that when people stepped on it, they seemed to be in the midst of white mountains and black waters.

The walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings, including several signatures of famous artists that even Zhou Ze, who knew nothing about art, recognized. He didn't know if they were real.

But…they probably were, considering that this guy could open an internet cafe in a place like South Street, and even luxuriously set up such a large space inside as a living and resting area.

Zhou Ze now looked at this man with the same feeling that others used to have when looking at him.

Opening a bookstore in the most prime commercial district of a city, one that was sure to lose money...

Yes,

This boss was definitely "unfathomable," or at least very rich.

The man brewed tea and brought it over himself.

"Please, have a seat."

Zhou Ze sat on the sofa. He could be said to have come to question the man, but in reality, his emotional inclination wasn't that strong.

Everyone inevitably brings some subjective emotional tendency to whatever they do. For example, Zhou Ze didn't feel comfortable with that woman, and although he helped her remove the bug, he wouldn't rush to demand an explanation and get revenge for her or anything like that.

"This matter is my fault. I didn't discipline my people well. Thank you, brother, for your help; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

As he spoke,

The refined man directly crushed the teacup in his hand,

Then grabbed a piece of ceramic with his right hand and slashed it directly across his left arm!

Instantly,

From the shoulder down,

A terrifying wound appeared on his left arm,

Blood gushing out.

Zhou Ze lowered his head and took a sip of tea. The fragrance was overflowing and refreshing.

The man's blood dripped onto the carpet, forming a puddle, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He adjusted his glasses with his right hand, his left hand hanging by his side, and walked up to Zhou Ze, asking:

"Brother, is this explanation satisfactory?"

Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that it was enough.

In fact, according to Boss Zhou's view of good and evil, he had no sense of "special people" wreaking havoc in the world, so he had to "act on behalf of Heaven." Zhou Ze didn't know if there really were "Mount Longhu Taoists" or "Laoshan Taoists" in this world, but he understood one thing: no matter how things were arranged, the responsibility of punishing evil, promoting good, and maintaining order in the human world could not possibly fall on a ghost messenger like him.

At most,

The real reason Zhou Ze came was simply that he had unintentionally discovered that this neighbor across the street was a little unusual, and out of wariness about someone sleeping next to his bed, he came to feel him out.

"Brother, may I ask which school do you belong to?"

First, a bit of self-punishment,

Then, probing his background,

This was a common tactic in the martial world.

Zhou Ze pointed to the ground,

Meaning he was an underground worker.

"Oh, a tomb-raiding brother. May I ask which tomb-raiding school you are from?"

"..." Zhou Ze.

"It was my abruptness. My name is Qu Mingming, and my hometown is in Henan. My ancestors were doctors;

But in my generation, hehe, I like to play games. When I was a kid, I often skipped class and didn't like the medical hall, preferring to go to internet cafes, so now that I've come out of my family, I've opened an internet cafe. This internet cafe has been open for half a year.

In that case, it's my negligence that I didn't know there were brothers like you hiding around here."

"I thought you were from Miao territory."

"Is it because of that bug? In fact, since ancient times, medicine and gu (poisonous insect) have been inseparable. Even in earlier times, doctors also worked as fortune-tellers and other professions, and were called shamans in the tribe.

Now, because of the influence of some film and literary works, people think that only Miao territory has gu techniques, which is just a public misconception.

That bug was raised with a mixture of Chinese medicine. After entering the human body, it can release chronic toxins, causing the cardiopulmonary function to begin to fall into a cycle of failure.

I didn't expect my little sister to act so heavily this time; it was my negligence. Thinking about it now, I still feel a little scared. Thanks to you for your help, there was no catastrophe."

In this world, there are indeed many strange and unusual people. They may not have profound power, but their methods should not be underestimated.

Since the other party mistakenly thought that he was in the tomb-raiding business, it meant that he did not have the ability of "yin-yang eyes" and could not see through his true identity.

Moreover, the other party performed perfectly both in attitude and in terms of self-punishment, with a good sense of propriety, very sincere, and there was really nothing to criticize.

As for that little waitress at the bar, the man's self-mutilation in front of him could be regarded as punishment on her behalf, and Zhou Ze would not pursue it any further.

Could it be that he really called the police to report that someone here was using "Miao territory gu techniques" to kill people?

It is estimated that if the person answering the phone was a humorous police uncle, he might reply: Okay, then please eliminate her on behalf of the moon!

"Since we are neighbors, then brother, stay for a meal. I am not talented, but my cooking skills are passable."

Eat?

Forget it.

Zhou Ze was not used to eating out.

Just as Zhou Ze was about to refuse, Qu Mingming actually added:

"I am good at medicinal cuisine, using medicine as a flavoring agent to regulate the body's qi and blood and activate the meridians.

Looking at your complexion, I found that you are often injured, aren't you?

So the accumulated stagnant qi in your body is condensed and does not dissipate, and these things are ultimately harmful to your body.

Adjusting it can prolong your life.

People live by qi, and if qi is active, then people thrive, and ghost messengers dare not invade."

"..." Zhou Ze.

"No need."

Zhou Ze stood up, ready to leave. He knew his own body best. Could it be that he would come here for "adjustment" every time he unleashed his Musou skill?

At that time, this internet cafe owner might think that he was very dedicated, and often encountered zombies when tomb-raiding and had to fight.

That's not right,

Zombies,

It sounds a bit harsh.

Zhou Ze walked to the door,

Qu Mingming actually said again:

"My medicinal cuisine has a great effect on regulating hidden ailments."

Hidden ailments?

Zhou Ze stopped,

He reached out and rubbed his neck, sighing:

"My neck does seem a little sore. I have been injured before, so let's adjust it."

………………

The kitchen was on the second floor,

Yes,

Qu Mingming had rented two floors. The first floor was the internet cafe, office, and bedroom,

This second floor,

It was divided into categories of various medicinal materials and several large and small stoves and pots, simply a paradise for foodies.

After Zhou Ze came up and visited, he went down. There was an area covered by curtains that Qu Mingming did not lift for him to enter, and Zhou Ze tactfully did not go.

In fact,

Zhou Ze had already "heard" that there were dense "fine and broken" sounds inside. What was stored there was self-evident.

Boss Zhou was not very interested in those gu insects.

Qu Mingming was responsible for making the medicinal cuisine. He said that he would bring it down when it was ready.

Zhou Ze was alone in the office admiring these paintings. The little waitress at the bar walked in with tears in her eyes and knelt on the ground to wipe the blood stains from the carpet with a rag.

She was very sad and heartbroken. When Zhou Ze saw her, he seemed to see Bai Yingying.

If he was injured and bleeding so much, Bai Yingying would also be very sad.

At this thought, Zhou Ze took out his mobile phone and called Bai Yingying, saying that he was surfing the Internet at the opposite Internet cafe and would not go back for dinner.

Bai Yingying shouted that she would also come to join Zhou Ze in duo…flying after finishing the bookstore business,

Oh no, it's duo queueing to play games.

She thought Zhou Ze had gone to the internet cafe to play games.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ze found that the little girl was standing in place, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Zhou Ze pointed to his face:

"Blame me?"

The little girl did not respond, reached out and wiped her tears, pouted, and walked out of the office, looking like she was very wronged.

Zhou Ze shrugged. These days, little fans are the most difficult to deal with. He could only hope that Qu Mingming could take good care of her, but Zhou Ze did not take it too seriously. It didn't seem to be his responsibility to kill or injure people of non-ghostly existence. There were too many murders and other vicious events happening in the world every day.

…………

The little girl wiped the blood stains, washed her hands, and went to the second floor.

Qu Mingming was squatting next to the small stove, watching the heat. The medicinal cuisine simmering in the pot had a strong aroma, but it was not greasy. Instead, it gave off a mint-like fragrance.

"Brother, you don't have to be like this."

The little girl walked to her boss's side and grabbed her boss's left hand with some heartache.

"It's okay. My sister is ignorant and caused trouble. Of course, it is up to me, as her brother, to bear the responsibility. The person below is also a reasonable person and didn't make things too difficult for us."

"It's just a grave robber, a low-class character. He really thinks he is someone official."

"Qu Zhenzhen, wrong is wrong. Without his help, your hands might have been stained with a bloody debt. Gu insects have spirituality. Do you really want to be backlashed by the gu insects you raised yourself one day?"

"Okay, okay, Zhenzhen is wrong, Zhenzhen is wrong."

Qu Zhenzhen reached out and stroked her brother's arm, buried her face down, and gently licked the wound with her tongue.

"Brother, you are so good to me."

"Nonsense, you are my sister. If I am not good to you, who am I good to?"

"Yes, brother loves me the most."

"Hehe."

Qu Mingming reached out and touched his sister's face.

Qu Mingming looked up, looking at her brother with adoration, and said:

"Brother, my sister will always be your furnace top."

"Good." Qu Mingming lifted the lid and looked at it, then said: "It's time to add medicine. His yang qi is weak, and his yin qi is heavy. It may be because he has been staying in tombs for a long time.

But it's also quite interesting.

Ordinary tomb raiders can't have such a fast frequency of going to tombs. He gives me the feeling that he sleeps in the tomb every day.

Forget it,

Take three qian of nine-spotted insects, one qian of silver-lined insects, and one qian of dark-fire insects. This way, it can regulate the yang deficiency in his body."

After Qu Mingming finished speaking, he put his hand on his sister's chin.

"Okay."

The girl nodded,

Then opened her mouth,

The next moment,

Three small insects with patterns on their wings flew out of her mouth,

A silver insect slowly wriggled out of her left ear,

A dark, gold-grained insect squeezed out of the corner of her eye,

These insects landed very obediently in Qu Mingming's palm,

Qu Mingming turned his palm over,

And threw these insects into the pot,

Instantly,

The taste of the medicinal cuisine became more fragrant.