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The snowflakes on the TV continued to flicker, as if foreshadowing something.

All around was absolute darkness and a hair-raising silence.

Zhou Ze sat on the sofa,

staring intently at the TV screen.

This should be the reaction of any normal person at this time, and Boss Zhou was no exception.

And just then,

a hand,

stretched out from behind,

and rested on Zhou Ze's shoulder.

Very abruptly,

without the slightest buildup.

The person sitting on the sofa was focused on the TV, and didn't expect anything to happen behind them.

Zhou Ze's body tensed instantly, then he grabbed it and flung it forward!

This was probably an instinct, a reaction to this kind of sudden situation. Boss Zhou had seen the world after all, and had just gnawed on so many ribs, so he naturally wouldn't be scared into running around screaming.

However, after exerting force, Zhou Ze's body tilted, almost throwing himself over.

Because what Zhou Ze was holding in his hand at this time was just a hand. It didn't have an arm, torso, or other parts behind it. It was just a hand. Zhou Ze's force had all been exerted on cotton.

This was a woman's hand, with fine lines and visible capillaries, and a ring on one of the fingers.

Boss Zhou wasn't frightened by this scene,

but instead put the hand in front of him and began to examine it carefully.

He even took the initiative to hook his finger on the other's ring finger,

and drew on the palm of the other's hand,

as if teasing,

or as if communicating.

In the silent and dark night,

a young man sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa,

examining a hand.

This scene,

was enough to make people palpitate.

Fortunately, Boss Zhou wasn't a purely ordinary person. At least in terms of "fear," as someone who had walked on the Road to the Yellow Springs, his level of resistance was indeed very, very high.

The question now wasn't whether he would be scared to death, or killed,

but how he should get out of here.

A White Bone Demon (bai gu jing) had already come to fight him, so he hoped that some other weird thing wouldn't pop out later.

Putting the other's finger in his palm, Zhou Ze hoped that this hand could move and write something for him, leaving some message.

What do you want? What grievances do you have?

Tell me quickly,

This official…

Um,

This servant will seek justice for you!

Having a lot of experience in welcoming and sending people off in the bookstore, Zhou Ze could only think in this direction at this time.

Generally speaking, the dead lingering in the mortal realm must have their obsessions. Those purely wanting to not die and wanting to become ghost kings to cultivate immortality are often unable to become ghosts. After death, they don't even need the ghost messengers to send them, and they obediently go to hell for reincarnation.

There are many similar books in Zhou Ze's bookstore, but in his contact with them, Zhou Ze had never seen a ghost who wanted to "unify hell" and become a ghost king.

However,

this hand still didn't respond.

Zhou Ze reached out and patted the hand, then put it on the coffee table and shook it. This hand was purely a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and completely ignored him.

Since you're so "peaceful,"

why did you come out?

………………

"So much foreshadowing, so much nonsense, so watered down... so boring, sob sob..."

Over here,

Bai Yingying was flipping through the book *Nightmare at the Tip of the Pen*.

In *A Chinese Odyssey*, even the lamp wick under the Buddha's seat can become a spirit.

So, as a zombie working in a bookstore,

if not a learned scholar,

she was at least well-read.

Yingying had really read a lot of this kind of novel. When she was alive in the Qing Dynasty, Madam Bai liked to secretly read some novels, but at that time they were regarded as *yin* books, and belonged to non-mainstream reading material.

Two hundred years have passed, and although non-mainstream reading material is still non-mainstream in the eyes of some people who consider themselves high-class, at least it can be openly placed on bookstore shelves and sold.

This book,

how to say it,

the early foreshadowing is good,

the introduction is well written,

but then,

it's so watered down!

So watered down that Bai Yingying wanted to vomit.

Please,

why so much physical description,

why so many inner monologues,

why so much environmental foreshadowing,

why don't you just tell me what's going to appear!

And people are looking for a pen, how can they have the time to watch you fabricate ghost stories, if they want to see ghost stories, they might as well look at themselves or the boss!

At this thought,

the irritable Yingying directly reached out and tore several pages,

I'll tear you for being watered down,

I'll tear you for dragging,

I'll tear you for padding the word count,

"Tear"

Did you hear the sound?

I tore it!

Bai Yingying tore the place where the black shadow appeared, starting from when a hand was placed on the protagonist's shoulder.

Then several pages of content were torn off.

Yingying's strength was still terrifying, and the torn paper was crushed with a pinch.

This led to a very tangled problem.

The plot in the place where Boss Zhou was,

after being violently torn by Yingying,

was cut off!

Because after the book was torn by Yingying, the storyline, after the hand was placed on the protagonist's shoulder,

the hand was also cursing!

The hand: "Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I going?"

Someone tell me,

what should I do next?

How should I continue acting?

So it's no wonder that Boss Zhou gesticulated with the hand for a long time like an idiot, and the hand still didn't respond.

It was really confused at this time.

It was originally just the first to appear,

Behind it there was an arm,

there was a shoulder,

there was a body,

there was a terrifying figure,

now only it was left.

………………

"Pen, pen, where's my pen?"

Yingying flipped through and violently tore.

She was looking for clues to the pen,

so she didn't have time to read slowly and carefully, just skimmed through it. When there was useless plot, she directly tore two pages in a row.

Fortunately, physical novels are considered short stories these days. A novel seems thick, but it's only two or three hundred thousand words.

If it was the kind of epic novel with tens of millions of words these days,

Yingying probably wouldn't just be tearing it, she couldn't tear it all. She would have to burn it!

………………

Boss Zhou put the hand down,

touched his pocket,

and lit a cigarette.

Taking a deep breath,

he exhaled a smoke ring.

Damn it,

what the hell is this place?

"Meow!"

A meow came from overhead.

Zhou Ze suddenly stood up and looked up, his fingernails growing out again. Although one of his little fingernails was broken, this was still Zhou Ze's best way to defend himself.

At the same time, the armor that had just been retracted into his body reappeared. The armor couldn't be kept outside all the time, otherwise it would be like constantly losing "mana," and the body would soon be emptied.

It could only be summoned and used in emergencies.

But the next scene,

left Boss Zhou directly dumbfounded.

A dead cat,

with a rope around its neck,

swung down,

waving in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze concentrated and remained vigilant,

and confronted the dead cat for about twenty minutes.

In the end, Zhou Ze's eyes were sore, and his feet were even numb.

He finally confirmed one thing,

this dead cat,

was really just a dead cat.

A dead cat who didn't know what kind of stimulus it had received, maybe its cat wife ran away with another stray cat, so it couldn't think straight and hanged itself.

Before hanging itself,

it called out unwillingly,

as if shouting: "I don't want to live anymore!"

Then it died.

The corners of Zhou Ze's mouth twitched.

What the hell...

What the hell is this!

I curse your ancestors!

Even if you're making a mystery,

even if you're creating suspense,

can you be a little more professional!

You throw out a hand,

you throw out a dead cat,

what are you going to do!

What's next?

There's nothing next!

You want me to use my imagination to scare myself to death?

Respect,

is mutual!

"Crack... crack... crack..."

As if hearing Zhou Ze's complaint,

or as if responding to Zhou Ze's dissatisfaction,

the snowflake TV, which had been playing a very important role, underwent a different change.

The black and white snowflakes on the TV turned blood red.

Then,

it was as if red blood began to drip from the TV,

staining the carpet red,

and slowly spreading out.

The living room was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

Then,

a man with flayed skin and chains bound to his body slowly grew larger from the TV, and then, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the TV shell, and began to constantly probe out.

He had horns on his head,

his skin was blood red,

and some places were still blue-purple,

like a demon crawling out of hell.

However, just like Doraemon takes a helicopter out of a drawer, he crawled out of the TV.

Zhou Ze's breathing gradually became rapid. Although he, a true hell ghost messenger, had never seen this kind of demon, the aura emanating from the other party was more than a level stronger than the previous White Bone Demon (bai gu jing).

To be honest,

without the consciousness in his body that could help him cheat,

Boss Zhou inevitably felt a little nervous and apprehensive when facing this kind of opponent.

The days of cheating were still good, at least he had confidence in his heart.

Standing in battle formation,

ready to go,

patiently staring at the other party.

The other party grinned as he looked at Zhou Ze,

slowly turning out from inside,

first the head,

then the neck,

then the shoulders...

………………

"Why the hell is a ghost crawling out of the TV taking so long?

People want to see the pen,

want to see the pen!"

"Tear! Tear!"

Violent Yingying decisively started tearing!

………………

"Come on, I'm waiting for you." Zhou Ze thought in his heart, while keeping his eyes on the guy who had already crawled halfway out of the TV.

Deep breath,

adjust emotions,

adjust the state,

come on,

come on...

However,

suddenly, like watching an old and scratched vCd movie disc,

the speed of the demon crawling out of the TV suddenly slowed down, and it was constantly making twitching movements like a ghost.

"Beep beep beep... Doo doo doo... Beep beep beep... Doo doo doo doo..."

Sometimes crawling out a little, sometimes shrinking back a little,

back and forth,

stuttering like a seizure.

In the end,

only a "click" was heard!

The demon with half its body outside and half its body inside stopped moving directly,

its head tilted,

leaned to the side,

its mouth opened,

its tongue stuck out,

it was...

Stuck to death!

"............" Boss Zhou.