是福不是祸，是祸躲不过。

Under the wise leadership of their boss, the bookstore's staff had long since learned how to rally around him with unwavering solidarity and a carpe diem attitude, facing each day as it came.

The next day, the sun rose as usual outside the bookstore. The old Taoist opened the door and, as always, swept the street in front of the store while greeting the sanitation workers.

Having wandered for most of his life, the old Taoist had seen and experienced things beyond the reach of ordinary people. Coupled with his silver tongue honed from his funeral work, he was able to mingle with the sanitation workers with ease.

However, the figure that usually sat on the sofa by the window drinking coffee was conspicuously absent today.

"Boss, salad? Want a little?"

Hei Xiaoniu handed Zhou Ze a glass bowl. Hei Xiaoniu ate salad at least once a day because she firmly believed it could make her whiter.

At the same time, she would specially buy mineral water and gulp it down, claiming that the trace elements inside could promote her metabolism and accelerate the decomposition of her melanin.

Zhou Ze shook his head. He couldn't get used to the stuff; it always made him feel like a sheep.

Sometimes, just being a person was hard enough. Why make it even harder on yourself?

Besides, as a doctor, Boss Zhou knew that the mineral water advertised as containing such and such trace elements might be true, but even if it was, it probably wasn't as much as you would get from eating a bite of vegetables with your meal.

"Go to the bookstore and get me two steamed buns or fried dough sticks, and a cup of soy milk."

"Okay, Boss."

Hei Xiaoniu obediently went.

The wax figures that had originally been in the wax museum had long been disposed of. Now, the wax museum was more like a primitive ecological museum. In the middle of this area was a small pond.

Actually, calling it a puddle would also be accurate, because it was, at most, the size of a fountain pool. But the water inside was very deep, and the silt under the water was even deeper. Under the premise of a limited area, excavating as deep as possible was a way to get around it.

It was the same principle as building taller and taller apartment buildings now.

Of course, in the downtown commercial street where every inch of land was precious, this kind of layout was truly extravagant to the extreme.

Today, Boss Zhou wasn't here to see Ying Gou's peanuts.

After talking with Ying Gou on the rooftop last night, he decided to try and see if he could resurrect Half-Face.

Ying Gou was very magnanimous about this matter and didn't object to anything.

In fact, when they met at Mount Qingcheng, no matter how crazy Half-Face acted or how deep his hatred for Ying Gou was, Ying Gou always felt very indifferent towards him.

It was really hard to see the resentment of having his three thousand years of accumulation swept away. This was something Zhou Ze had always admired about Ying Gou; this guy was falsely proud, but sometimes, his spirit and his breadth of mind were no joke.

The Deadpool squatted beside Zhou Ze, staring at the lotus roots in the pond with him.

Lotus root was an indispensable ingredient in the summer. It was crisp and refreshing, and it also had the effect of clearing heat and reducing internal heat. The wax museum now provided most of the vegetarian ingredients consumed in the bookstore on weekdays, except for some poultry and meat that had not yet been established.

If you wanted to help someone resurrect, you had to find them a body.

The first thing Boss Zhou thought of was lotus root.

Don't ask why he chose lotus root; the answer is that you must have had no childhood.

He tried to communicate his thoughts to the Deadpool.

The Deadpool was shocked at first.

Sure enough,

The Japanese priest had no childhood.

Afterwards, the Deadpool's gaze quickly transformed from shock into another kind of shock, as if he were looking at a genius's brilliant inspiration and creativity,

A sight to behold,

An object of reverence!

Zhou Ze shook his head. He could see that Hei Xiaoniu had put a lot of effort into training the Deadpool in this area, and the Deadpool had also learned very seriously, but he was too serious and seemed a little stiff.

Flattery was about being subtle and silent, or about raining on the plantain when it should rain on the plantain, and about trickling water flowing over a small bridge when it should be. Lawyer An was the master of this.

"Take some up."

The Deadpool controlled the vines to enter the pond. Soon, two lotus roots were dug up.

At this time, Hei Xiaoniu happened to go to the front to get two shredded radish buns.

Boss Zhou ate the buns and gestured for Hei Xiaoniu to take a kitchen knife to cut the lotus root into sections, and posed a lotus root figure that looked like a stick figure.

Hei Xiaoniu hummed a song while cutting, "It's him, it's him, it's him, our friend..."

By the time Boss Zhou finished eating his buns, Hei Xiaoniu had also finished her work.

Zhou Ze first washed his hands by the pond, then stood on the side, carefully examining the "lotus root man" on the ground.

Honestly,

It looked a little shabby.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that myths and legends might not be so reliable. If he really resurrected Half-Face on the lotus root man's body, and this guy fractured easily when he walked, how could he let him fight and be his thug?

But on second thought, Half-Face was, after all, an idol-level figure in his dog village. When he was really only half a face and was still sealed under Mount Qingcheng, he could still cause so much trouble. This lotus root man's body didn't seem to be a problem, right?

Of course, resurrecting a person couldn't be done just by making a "stick figure."

Soon,

Xu Qinglang, who had finished breakfast, came as agreed,

Also bringing his toolbox.

Since Lao Xu's master was completely resolved, Lao Xu, who no longer had that ruthlessness, had indeed slacked off, no longer worked so hard, and returned to his previous pace of life, with beauty, skin care, and spa all in one go.

However, he had always maintained his research on formations, and had made greater progress in the year that Zhou Ze was in a coma.

In Lao Xu's words, this should be regarded as his hobby.

However, when looking at the lotus root man model on the ground, the corners of Xu Qinglang's mouth twitched subconsciously.

"Lao Zhou, are you sure you're not kidding?"

"Try it, what if it works?"

"Then what if it doesn't work?"

"Then buy some ribs and stew them in lotus root soup."

Xu Qinglang suddenly felt that what Zhou Ze said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

At the moment, he didn't think about anything else, and knelt down next to the lotus root model, and began to carve formations on the lotus root body with various tools.

This would take a lot of effort, and it might not be finished today. Zhou Ze was not in a hurry, and let Lao Xu do it slowly. Anyway, the bookstore now had Yingying cooking, and it could operate as usual without Lao Xu.

Boss Zhou walked out of the wax museum, not in a hurry to return to the bookstore, but sat on a bench in the semi-open small park between the two to rest.

South Street had always been crowded with people, but this place was usually deserted, with a sense of tranquility in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

In front of him, there were several girls wearing hanfu taking pictures and setting up scenes, because there was a clock tower diagonally in front of them, so the angle of view here was also quite good.

Boss Zhou leaned on the recliner, while watching the little girls, without blinking.

It wasn't that Boss Zhou wanted to feast his eyes on purpose,

But he was ready for a little girl to suddenly walk over and say:

"Hi, I'm Hanba." (drought demon)

Based on previous experience, this happened quite often.

It seemed that the hiding methods of each of his opponents when they appeared in front of him could directly kill 007.

Fortunately, after staring at the little girls over there for more than forty minutes, Boss Zhou reached out and rubbed his sore eyes after the girls left.

Okay,

Nothing happened.

However,

Just after rubbing his eyes,

A little girl suddenly returned,

Walking over with a camera and saying,

"Handsome guy, can you help me take a picture?"

Her friends also stood in the corner, smiling and watching.

Zhou Ze guessed that he had probably been staring at them for too long, and they had noticed.

And because Xu Le's skin was indeed effective, it didn't make people think that he was a big pervert harassing them, but instead, they were willing to interact with him.

Zhou Ze shook his head decisively,

And said:

"No, I'm tired."

After saying that,

He got up and left the bench.

When he walked back to the entrance of the bookstore, he happened to see the old Taoist carrying a broom and walking back while humming a song.

"Boss, want one?"

Zhou Ze took a cigarette from the old Taoist's hand, and was about to go in when he was stopped by the old Taoist.

"Boss, I have something here."

"Short on money?"

"Oh, why would I ask you if I was short on money?"

"........." Zhou Ze.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, hehe, it's just that I have a small favor I want you to help me with."

"Speak."

"It's like this, I have a sanitation worker friend, his son, is a chengguan (urban management officer) in a township below, he's been having nightmares lately, his face is sallow and yellow, he can't eat anything, he went to the hospital for an examination, but there's nothing wrong with him, but he's just getting thinner and thinner every day, isn't that worrying, I wasn't just bragging about knowing this kind of Taoism before, so they came to me........."

"Then go, go to his house and take out the talisman in your crotch in front of them and stick it on his son's forehead."

"Will that work?"

"Almost, either the dirty thing on the son will be beaten to death by you, or you will be beaten to death by his family."

"Uh........."

Zhou Ze was quite happy, old Taoist, this is what an old Taoist should be like, not a saint, not willing to help others, would you still be an old Taoist?

Fortunately, Wang Ke didn't contact Zhou Ze again to talk about the road that day, otherwise Boss Zhou probably wouldn't think so.

"You ask Lin Ke to go with you, just say I ordered it."

"Uh........." The old Taoist looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong again?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Boss, you should go with me."

"Me?" Zhou Ze shrugged, he didn't have the time, he had already wasted half the morning, and he hadn't even basked in the sun yet.

At this time,

A sanitation worker grandpa riding a garbage tricycle happened to pass by on the road, saw the old Taoist and Zhou Ze, and greeted with a smile:

"Yo, Brother Lu, are you and your son planning to go to see the feng shui for the Lao Sun family?"