Chapter 105 Two Worlds Divided, Humans and Ghosts on Different Paths

Like two flowers blooming, each representing its own branch.

Regardless of how fierce the turmoil in Hell might be, the mortal realm would still experience wind and rain as they came.

After last night's intense bombardment,

people still had to plunge into the busyness of a new day.

Sunlight shone into the bookstore on time;

and the bookstore's owner was also there on time, lying down to keep his appointment with the morning sun.

Just across the window on South Street, even in the morning, the sweltering heat was already spreading. Pedestrians would unconsciously sweat if they walked even a little faster.

Boss Zhou sat in the cool bookstore, a newspaper in his hand with a headline about the increasingly severe global warming.

Yingying walked over with a coffee and placed the cup on the coffee table in front of Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze silently moved the newspaper away, reached into his pocket, and took out a small gift box.

Yingying's gaze involuntarily followed the gift box.

"For you."

Yingying opened the gift box, and inside was a ring.

The diamond on it wasn't very big, but it would be against your conscience to call it small.

Both the design and style were trendy. Of course, the carat weight was luxurious yet simple.

"Boss, thank you."

Zhou Ze nodded and continued to use the newspaper to cover his face.

In the distance,

the white fox rolled its eyes.

No matter how ruthless this man in front of her was in other matters, he was always so stiff and suffocating when it came to relationships.

And this was just with his own maid; if it were another woman…

The white fox frowned slightly at this thought. It seemed that the woman with the long legs also fell for this kind of thing.

Yes, the ring was bought by the white fox for Zhou Ze.

As for why it was being given the day after the Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day), the white fox could understand.

For other men, giving gifts and showing attentiveness on Qixi Festival was all for the sake of hitting the target that night.

But the man reading the newspaper…

Well, so giving a gift today didn't seem wrong.

Yingying was very happy to receive the boss's gift.

Yingying didn't lack money. Although she had been using her burial items to subsidize her boss these past few years,

but now it was the stage of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, a prosperous age, with harmony between the government and the people, and people living and working in peace.

As the saying goes, antiques flourish in prosperous times. So, Yingying still had many, many burial items left.

But, her boss was poor!

Giving a gift was really not easy.

It was like someone who has ten yuan giving you ten yuan, and someone else who has ten million giving you ten yuan. Could they be the same?

Although most people would still choose the one with ten million…

But no matter what,

this ring was enough to make Yingying happy for a long, long time.

"Boss, I'm going to pick some vegetables from the back."

"Okay."

After Yingying walked out of the bookstore with a basket, the white fox immediately jumped onto the sofa in front of Zhou Ze.

"There's also a smaller ring, is that for the doctor?

Eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot,

Heh, men."

"Matching rings."

"Two matching rings with different weights?" The white fox asked back.

"Not enough money."

Not enough money, so the second one naturally had to be smaller.

The white fox was stunned for a moment. For a while, it was really hard to tell whether it was true or false. After all, this bookstore big boss was really poor.

"Aren't you going to Hell?"

Many people from the bookstore had gone to Hell.

"Does Hell have positions for demons?"

"It's not too late to slit your throat now."

"Heh, speaking of which, a large group of your subordinates have gone to change their allegiance, don't you feel any jealousy at all?"

Zhou Ze was too lazy to pay attention to her and picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked at the flow of people outside.

"Or, do you feel that you don't have much time left and might as well let your subordinates who have been following you for several years all have a good future?"

Zhou Ze remained silent.

"Never mind if you don't answer."

"You're a bit talkative today."

The white fox jumped onto the coffee table in front of Zhou Ze,

bent over,

opened its mouth,

and a white inner core was spat out.

"This is the inner core I just condensed this year, keep it. It can't compare with the dragon vein, but at a critical moment, even eating one more candy bean can give you a little more strength, right?"

Zhou Ze reached out and picked up the inner core.

This inner core looked like a night-shining pearl, probably worth a lot of money.

"How come today's style is a bit dazzling?"

"Don't think that we white fox clan have no other skills besides hooking up with poor scholars. In fact, we're very shrewd. I came in late, and don't have any particularly deep friendships. Consider this a pledge of allegiance."

Zhou Ze smiled,

threw the demon core back to the white fox,

and said:

"I appreciate the thought, but take the gift back."

The white fox swallowed the inner core again, and then said:

"You look down on it?"

Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "I don't need it."

"So pessimistic and hopeless?"

Zhou Ze remained silent.

The white fox turned around and went back to her favorite corner.

Zhou Ze reopened the newspaper,

thinking in his heart,

right now,

Lawyer An,

must have gotten his wish, right?

If Lawyer An became King Pingdeng (one of the ten kings of Hell), a large group of people under the bookstore would naturally be promoted. At least, they would have a future.

He, the boss, wouldn't owe them anything.

Outside,

the wind was blowing.

Unlike the warm wind in summer, which made people more restless, this wind carried a refreshing coolness.

At the door,

the figure of the old Daoist appeared.

He was still holding the little monkey in his arms.

Pushing open the door,

the old Daoist walked in,

first looking at Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze put down the newspaper.

"It's done?" Zhou Ze asked.

"It's done." The old Daoist replied.

As simple and straightforward as the auntie selling roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) at a roadside stall.

"Two mo."

"Ten yuan."

In their context, the position of King Pingdeng that Lawyer An was thinking about was not much different from a roujiamo.

Zhou Ze reached out and pointed to the wall opposite, saying:

"It's mounted."

The landscape painting that the old Daoist and Lawyer An had brought back to the bookstore, Zhou Ze had Yingying put on the wall last night.

Not too big, not too small, just the right size.

In fact, a ink painting on the wall could add a scholarly atmosphere to the bookstore's decoration. After all, this painting was indeed very well done.

The only drawback,

might be that there was only scenery inside, without people or objects, which inevitably seemed not lively enough, and a little bit too deserted.

The old Daoist put the little monkey down and walked to the painting on his own.

The little monkey, with its round belly, wobbled to the white fox, burping from time to time.

The white fox's nose was sharp, and from this burp, it smelled terrifying spiritual energy.

For a time, its eyes were full of envy!

But the little monkey's eyes were only filled with remaining fear and despair.

Yes, the spiritual herbs and elixirs that Dizang (Ksitigarbha) had planted for hundreds of years were all stuffed into its mouth by the old Daoist. Thankfully, its body was that of a demon monkey, and its body was strong, but even so, it was still stuffed to the point of being overwhelmed.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can spit some out, I'll help you catch it."

The white fox said caringly.

At this time,

the old Daoist suddenly "heh"ed,

the white fox's whole body was struck by lightning, its fur stood on end, and it was immediately frightened to prostrate on the ground.

The little monkey burped again, walked over, hugged the white fox, and glared back at the old Daoist.

The old Daoist then ignored it.

You should know,

that at the previous moment,

the old Daoist was on top of Mount Tai,

annihilating three giants in a row,

forcibly pushing a ^(*￣(oo)￣)^,

oh no,

forcibly pushing an An Buqi onto the position of King Pingdeng.

At this time,

even the little bit of gunpowder smoke still remaining on his body,

was absolutely not something this little white fox could bear.

"I said."

The old Daoist turned his head and looked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze put down his coffee and looked at the old Daoist.

"Xuanyuan Sword, should be looking for you, right?"

"It's my turn."

Zhou Ze had another dream last night,

the Xuanyuan Sword,

was already in the position of his brow.

The old Daoist laughed,

"That's really soon."

Zhou Ze was silent.

The old Daoist pursed his lips and continued:

"Actually, during Dizang's affair, I was outdone, I know this very well."

"Oh."

"So, I'm a little hesitant now."

"Hesitant about what?"

"Hesitant about whether I should stay here and wait to see you being slashed by the Xuanyuan Sword, or to avoid being outdone again, I might as well leave early."

"Whatever you want."

"They'll probably be back tonight."

"So hastily?"

"They still know who the real boss is. At least, before you're killed by the Xuanyuan Sword, they'll still be as obedient as dogs in front of you."

"I don't really like that analogy."

"Oh, I forgot, you like to call dogs friends."

Having said that,

the old Daoist took a few steps back,

sat down on the sofa,

and said:

"Then, I'll wait a little longer."

Zhou Ze laughed:

"Still want to see my end?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

The old Daoist hurriedly waved his hand,

and continued:

"I'm timid, most afraid of seeing blood, it makes me panic, my eyes dizzy, all my life, I can't stand this tragic thing."

"Hehe."

"Stay here first, have a meal with you guys, then leave, at least, before you set off, I have to offer you a glass of wine."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"It should be, at least a fate of accompanying each other, can't let you go too lonely, which family in the mortal realm loses someone, and also compares which unit which big shot's wreaths are more weighty, right?"

"That's the logic."

"That's right, with me, the Lord of Mount Tai here to see you off, at least it can't be considered shabby, right?"

"So-so."

Next,

was a long silence,

after the silence,

was a sigh from the old Daoist,

as if asking Zhou Ze,

and as if talking to himself,

he pointed to his nose,

and said:

"I clearly have already avoided the Xuanyuan Sword,

but how come I still have the illusion that I have already been killed by it?"

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There is still one last big climax, and the Late Night Bookstore should come to an end.

Probably, around the end of the month.