"The car's here, come on in!"

Fangfang stood at the pharmacy door, waving and calling to Gou Xin and the others inside.

An Audi stopped in front of the pharmacy and honked twice.

"Thank you, thank you."

Gou Xin and the others thanked Fangfang and got into the car.

Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai sat in the back,

while Gou Xin sat in the passenger seat.

Once settled,

Gou Xin turned his head and said,

"Master, to the train…"

"Train station, right? No problem. Buckle up, we're about to…"

*Click!*

The car door was quickly opened.

Gou Xin reacted quickly,

opening the door and getting out.

He didn't dare ride in Lao Dao's car; last time, he'd been blown sky-high.

Even now, he could still remember the feeling of being burned while doing a Thomas Flair in the air.

However,

most people look in the rearview mirror or check for traffic before getting out, to protect themselves and others.

But Gou Xin got out so decisively that he didn't bother looking; as he leaned on his crutches, he heard a car horn behind him!

Even though he was severely injured, his bones hadn't healed, and he had extensive burns,

Gou Xin's instincts remained. He leaned back towards Lao Dao's car, almost managing to avoid the car behind, which couldn't brake in time.

However,

just then,

the door he'd just closed was pushed open from the inside.

Gou Xin, leaning against it, felt himself being bounced back.

Lao Dao pushed open the door,

shouting,

"Get in, don't be shy!"

Then,

*Bang!*

Gou Xin was hit by the car's hood, spinning like a top before slamming into the front of Lao Dao's car, then tumbling to the ground.

*Thud!*

He hit the ground hard,

his head lolled,

and he lost consciousness.

Fangfang, who'd been yawning at the pharmacy entrance, witnessed the whole thing,

her eyes gleaming!

She immediately called out,

"Quick, save the sales, save the sales!

No, no, save him, come save him!"

Fangfang was excited,

like someone who'd found a gold mine,

calling everyone to come dig!

Lao Dao got out of the car,

as did Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai.

Gou Xin had multiple fractures and soft tissue contusions; in short, he was in bad shape.

Fortunately,

it happened in front of a pharmacy,

so he was quickly rushed back into the emergency room without even needing to call an ambulance.

"How are you driving!"

"I should be asking you! Why did you open the door!"

"Bullshit, you weren't keeping a safe distance!"

"I didn't rear-end you, you opened the door without looking."

Lao Dao and the driver who hit Gou Xin began spitting insults at each other, eventually calling the traffic police to handle the situation.

After everything was sorted out and the accident was classified, Lao Dao scratched his head and looked for Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai, but they were gone.

"They left, said they'll come pick up their boss when he's better." Fangfang told Lao Dao.

"Sigh, the world is going downhill. People these days have no loyalty."

Lao Dao spat on the ground,

figuring he had things to do,

too lazy to worry about Gou Xin in the emergency room,

and drove off to the materials market.

…………

As evening approached, Zhou Ze and Yingying came downstairs. Several renovation workers were packing up, the repairs finished, and Lao Dao was offering them cigarettes as they left.

The workers were flattered; it was rare to see a customer so enthusiastic even after the job was done.

Lao Dao was thinking that he'd need them again in the future, so he should build a good relationship.

The floor was back to normal.

Zhou Ze lay down on the sofa, and Yingying brought him a cup of tea.

"Boss, it's brewed with that juice."

Zhou Ze nodded,

picked up the teacup, and took a sip. It was indeed refreshing. The bookstore's tea was ordinary, because no one but Lao Dao drank it, and Lao Dao's tastes were pretty common.

But the tea brewed with the vine juice was much better, even Zhou Ze, who didn't drink much tea, thought it was good.

"Mmm, so fragrant."

Lawyer An came over, sniffing the air.

"Is this tea brewed with dead servant urine?"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly and put down the teacup.

"Oh, Boss, sorry, I misspoke."

Lawyer An sat down across from Zhou Ze.

"It's fine." Zhou Ze turned to Yingying at the counter. "Lawyer An's coffee today, double shot."

"Yes, Boss."

Lawyer An was happy to hear that and took out his phone. "Boss, how's your health now?"

"Pretty good, mostly recovered."

Lawyer An nodded, thinking that he'd been beaten so badly yesterday but was now healed; was this what they called…

asking for a beating?

Of course, he could only think that in his head.

"So, I'll book the plane tickets to Rong City for a week from now?"

"Book them."

"Great. I won't go this time; I've already made arrangements there. I'll stay here with Lao Dao and renovate the two floors of the internet cafe across the street.

Yingying and that kid can go with you."

Every party has its factions, and a small group also has its own subgroups. Lawyer An was trying to get more benefits for his partner.

Zhou Ze didn't object, tacitly agreeing to the arrangement.

"Cough, cough…"

He picked up the teacup,

blew on it,

and took a few more sips,

not really bothered by Lawyer An's earlier joke.

"Dinner's ready."

Xu Qinglang came out, wearing an apron.

"Tonight is Thai food, we're changing it up."

It was dinner time, and the sky was almost dark.

The little loli went home, seeing that the bookstore was fine. The three ghost messengers from the pharmacy next door had also left, only saying goodbye to Lawyer An, not personally to Zhou Ze, the constable.

Not out of disrespect, but because they were embarrassed. They'd come to help fight but were knocked out before even seeing the enemy, and their constable had to pay their medical bills.

"Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding…"

The sound of bells came from outside.

Zhou Ze looked over,

and saw an old man with a white beard wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, hopping towards the bookstore door in a strange way. The old man had a bell tied to his wrist, which jingled as he moved.

"We have a customer, someone take care of it."

Zhou Ze realized that, besides himself, there seemed to be no other proper ghost messengers in the bookstore.

Helpless, he had to put down his chopsticks.

Lao Dao also left the table to greet the guest.

The old man who'd died at this age had the most in common with Lao Dao.

Xu Qinglang got up and prepared drinks and snacks.

The private room was quickly prepared. The old man continued to hop in, holding his hands up, and even when he sat down, he had one foot on the chair and one hand on the table.

"What's that?" Xu Qinglang asked.

"Lion dance," Zhou Ze replied.

"Oh, it does look like it." Xu Qinglang realized, put down the rice wine, and went back to eating.

"Buddy, eat well, drink less, have a good journey."

Lao Dao personally poured a cup of wine for the old man.

The old man picked up a few peanuts, put them in his mouth, and then picked up the wine glass and gulped it down.

Then he smacked his lips,

"Ha!"

After eating something,

the old man got off the table,

held his hands up, squatted down, and continued to do the lion dance.

He clearly loved the art and couldn't let it go, even in death.

"Too bad, I should have gotten a paper lion so he could perform for us before going down."

Lao Dao said regretfully, because anyone could tell that the old man was a lion dance artist.

"Alright, the soup's getting cold, I'll send him down."

Zhou Ze took a few steps forward,

drew a circle in the air,

and the gate to hell opened.

As Zhou Ze reached out to grab the old man,

the old man suddenly bent down, put a finger to his lips, looked around, and lowered his voice,

saying,

"Shhh!!!"

"Old sir, it's time to go."

Zhou Ze didn't want to play anymore, everyone was equal in death.

"I'll tell you a secret, people will die at the temple fair the day after tomorrow, many people will die!

The Lion King is coming out, coming out to eat people! Eat people! Eat people!"

Lao Dao's expression changed and he looked at Zhou Ze, the words unsettling.

And the Tong City temple fair was really the day after tomorrow; the old man's words didn't seem to be without reason.

Plus, the old man's strange behavior since entering the store had highlighted his uniqueness. He was probably an ordinary person, but there were some extraordinary people among ordinary people.

Who knew Zhou Ze would still grab the old man without hesitation,

saying,

"It's a good thing Lao Zhang isn't here, or he'd want to meddle in this again. And if he meddles, he'd make us get involved too."

Boss Zhou didn't want to deal with this trouble,

better to pretend he didn't hear it.

Even if the old man was confused, even if he was a demon after death, what if it was a joke? Would he have to investigate?

But,

just as Zhou Ze finished speaking,

Zhang Yanfeng's cheerful voice came from outside the room:

"Oh, perfect timing, you're eating!"