Yingying first served Zhou Ze with washing up.

Then, she helped Zhou Ze set up the meal on the small table.

Specially bought pig head meat, dried tea, soup rice, and Xingdong fermented bean curd from Cui's in Xingren Town.

The dishes were simple; after all, it was a midnight snack, and too much grease wasn't good. As for what was downstairs, well, that wasn't for the boss to eat!

"Boss, who is that old man downstairs?"

"Oh, him? Old Zhang's grandpa, oh no, great-grandfather."

"Also a ghost messenger?"

"Inspector."

"Like Lawyer An?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"Oh, I didn't expect that Old Zhang is also a 'ghost second generation.'"

"Pfft!"

Zhou Ze spat out the soup in his mouth.

Ghost second generation,

There was even such a saying.

"By the way, Boss, the old Taoist got a phone call half an hour ago and rushed out."

"Yeah, I know."

Zhou Ze seemed calm because the old Taoist, even if something happened, could hold on until they could rescue him.

After simply eating a few more mouthfuls of rice, just enough for a midnight snack, Zhou Ze stood up, walked to the windowsill, and took a smoke.

Lawyer An sent a WeChat message saying that they still needed some time to clean up, and at the very least, the lion had to be brought back.

Zhou Ze replied, "Understood," and reached out to shake the ashes out of the window.

After finishing the cigarette,

Zhou Ze went downstairs.

He saw Old Zhang sitting on the sofa with the old man, with tea in front of them.

The old man stood up and bowed slightly to Zhou Ze, his posture very low. Zhou Ze also nodded to him, poured himself a glass of water, dropped a few ice cubes in, walked over, and sat down on the sofa as well.

Actually,

When facing Zhou Ze, the old man was still a little unconvinced. He knew physiognomy, liked to play with it when he was alive, and pondered it even more after death. His attainments in formations were no less than Xu Qinglang's, and his vision and knowledge in terms of observation were even beyond Old Xu's.

He was almost certain that

the man in front of him,

kept his great-grandson by his side,

whether intentionally or unintentionally,

was definitely using his lineage of four generations of valiant men as a shield!

In fact,

Zhou Ze had been feeling this way for a while now.

Yueya had said at the beginning that Old Zhang was only responsible for "looking pretty," anyway, he was the bookstore's political correctness.

A bump, can't everyone be selfish, right? You always have to put out "advanced individuals" or "advanced units."

What's it called again? Right, beauty covers a hundred flaws.

But the old man couldn't use this matter to ask for a price. First, he figured that the man in front of him probably didn't think that much when he took his great-grandson as a ghost messenger.

Secondly,

was his family's four generations of valiant men worth much?

The other guy still had the master of the Nether Sea, and that Mount Tai to top it off.

"Almost half a year ago, a big event happened in Hell. A giant suddenly awakened, stirring up the winds and clouds of Hell. Although the giant was suppressed by the Underworld at the end, the Underworld also lost many judges and inspectors as a result.

Things that should have been done by someone were left undone, and I, who was originally under isolation and house arrest, was kicked out to work.

The reason why I was under house arrest before was also largely related to An Buqi. I was responsible for guarding the nineteenth level of Hell. An Buqi led a group of people to sneak in, opened some cages behind my back, and afterwards, I was punished for dereliction of duty."

Old Zhang lowered his head and didn't look at his boss.

Zhou Ze smiled, just nodding and smiling.

The old man kept staring at Zhou Ze's face, and when he couldn't see anything, he could only say:

"I'll communicate the specific things with that guy An Buqi."

"Good."

Zhou Ze was happy to be at leisure.

"I still have to ask you to take care of my great-grandson."

Old Zhang was sitting uncomfortably,

feeling like he was an ignorant child with a runny nose.

"It should be, it should be, Little Zhang is still very obedient."

"..." Old Zhang.

"I still have something to deal with, I need to go take care of it, I'll come find An Buqi again tomorrow, don't worry, my great-grandson is here with you."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"An Buqi said he trusts your character, and I trust it too."

"Character can't be trusted, what can be trusted is strength." The red-nosed old man spoke frankly, "I understood this principle when I was fighting the foreign devils in Tianjin."

The old man left.

Old Zhang took him away together,

saying that he also wanted to see his son and great-great-grandson.

Zhou Ze sat on the sofa downstairs for a long time. Seeing that the old Taoist hadn't returned, he took a shower and went to sleep.

Nothing happened overnight.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Zhou Ze woke up.

He wasn't really injured yesterday, but he had spent too much energy dealing with the black lion, so he slept a little longer.

Yingying was lying on her side next to Zhou Ze, her back to Zhou Ze, wearing light blue pajamas.

Zhou Ze swallowed, feeling a little thirsty.

He got out of bed,

took a shower,

and went to lie down on the sofa.

Old Xu and Lawyer An were back. The lion was placed in the corner of the first floor of the bookstore, with a few talismans attached to it.

"We'll have lunch directly later, I'll just make a few dishes."

Xu Qinglang walked out wearing an apron; he couldn't get up in the morning either.

"Yeah."

Zhou Ze nodded, as a greeting.

While Yingying went to iron the newspapers,

Zhou Ze took out his phone,

opened Weibo,

and the splash screen ad was no longer some young idol or home appliance event,

but a big "marriage ad."

A mysterious old man's back photo,

with some details written on it:

Name: Lu Fangweng

Gender: Male

Age: Seventy-one

Occupation: Educator, thinker, theologian, philanthropist (accumulated donations of over 100 million!)

Family Relationship: No relatives

Hobbies: Raising pets

Marriage Declaration: Looking for a her, you accompany me to watch the sunset of life, I give you dew-like splendor.

Shiji Jiayuan's most promising golden marriage partner in 2019, a wonderful opportunity you absolutely can't miss!

Zhou Ze typed the QQ number into his phone,

well,

it really was the old Taoist.

"Hahahaha, saw it!"

Lawyer An had just come out of the bathroom after washing up and saw Zhou Ze looking at his phone, and immediately laughed.

"You're willing to spend."

Zhou Ze said with emotion, how much did this marriage ad cost?

This also showed from the side that

not giving the bookstore's employees a salary was the right decision.

They were already very rich, and if they were paid a salary, wouldn't they really have no sense of crisis at all?

How could they improve?

"Money is a bastard, it's just waste paper if you don't spend it. We've all been dead for decades, what can't we let go of? The money of the Yang world and the paper money of the Yin world can't be directly exchanged."

Lawyer An didn't care,

what a joke,

if he knew that he could use secular money to buy the favor and kindness of the Lord of Mount Tai,

how many people would flock to it!

Zhou Ze frowned and said:

"The old Taoist might not like it."

"These days, giving gifts is about giving favors. Who really lacks food and drink? What I want isn't for him to like it, but for him to remember this favor."

Lawyer An didn't plan to say too much,

but tapped on the table,

and said:

"Boss, I'll go out for a while later and meet with that old thing again. That guy is worth keeping. Feng Si'er's side isn't safe. With him around, we'll have an extra pair of eyes in the middle level of the Underworld."

"You can arrange it as you see fit."

"Okay, I'll go now, Old Xu, no need to save me any food, by the way, lend me your car, my car broke down again yesterday."

After taking the car keys, Lawyer An said goodbye directly.

"Boss, coffee, newspaper."

Yingying brought the things up and turned around to go into the kitchen to help Xu Qinglang.

She really wanted to learn, and Xu Qinglang was willing to teach.

In Old Xu's view, if the female zombie learned to cook, he could relax a little.

In Yingying's view, she was learning the strengths of the barbarians to subdue them!

Just as Zhou Ze picked up the coffee and took a sip, he heard a "squeak squeak" sound from above.

The little monkey landed steadily on the sofa opposite Zhou Ze,

holding the Book of Life and Death in its hand.

On the cover of the Book of Life and Death were two feline animals.

"What's wrong?"

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!"

The little monkey seemed a little excited, shook its phone again, and then shook its head.

"The old Taoist didn't come back last night?"

Zhou Ze was a little surprised,

turned sideways and shouted towards the kitchen:

"Hey, hasn't the old Taoist come back yet?"

"No."

Xu Qinglang walked out of the kitchen.

"I was just about to tell you."

"That's strange."

Zhou Ze shook his head. Yingying said yesterday that the old Taoist rushed out after receiving a phone call. Why hasn't he returned now?

Zhou Ze also tried to make a phone call, but it prompted that the phone you dialed was turned off.

"He didn't really go on a blind date, did he?"

At this thought,

Zhou Ze laughed himself.

Just then,

Zhou Ze's phone rang.

It was a strange number.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Xu Le?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Hello, we are from the Chongchuan Branch. Your father is here with us now.

He's a little out of control, we can't get a response when we talk to him, we hope you can come over now."

My father?

But Zhou Ze immediately thought of someone,

took a deep breath,

deliberately glanced at the broom and dustpan placed in the corner opposite,

and said:

"Okay, I'll come pick him up right away."

…………

Half an hour later,

Zhou Ze walked into the Chongchuan District Police Station.

He originally thought that the old Taoist had gone to find a girl again and was arrested.

The police were notifying him to come and pay the fine and pick him up.

This wasn't too big of a deal, after all, the atmosphere of muddling through things is very serious these days, especially with the elderly, whether it's fraud or something else, it's encouraged a lot of bad habits of disrespect for the old.

However,

what surprised Zhou Ze was that

he didn't see the old Taoist handcuffed,

he only saw the old Taoist curled up in the corner,

his eyes dull, muddled,

in his hand,

holding a half-knitted red sweater.

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