Chapter 109

"Does she have a brain problem?" The warbler was a little confused.

Zhou Ze also shook his head. To be honest, Zhou Ze couldn't see what was going on. When he was a doctor, he often met with caesarean section on a auspicious day,

but he didn't know that he had to choose the right time to die.

It is estimated that the old woman had been staring at the clock at home when she was lying in the hospital bed before her death, and counting her time of swallowing.

Look at the old woman's crying for help. Does she pretend to be dead? What else do you pretend to be? Who can I show her hypocrisy?

However, she kept crying there, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. Lao Dao couldn't hear it, but he could hear that his sleep quality was not good. How could he rest when he was so noisy?

Zhou Ze has no Bodhisattva's heart, and his conscience was eaten by himself not long ago.

the old woman crying there will not cause Zhou Ze's boos and colds, but will only cause antipathy.

"Scare her and silence her."

Zhou Ze beckoned to the white warbler.

The white warbler and the warbler nodded and showed their tusks. The smell of zombies suddenly appeared. The old woman did not cry, and she was frightened.

At the same time, the old woman's obsession is slowly disappearing.

The reason why ordinary spirits can stay in the world is nothing more than a wisp of obsession. Once the obsession disappears, they will naturally return to the place they should go.

What ghost difference needs to catch and send to hell are those spirits whose obsession is hard to dissipate or who simply become fierce ghosts. These are the achievements.

That is to say,

If Zhou Ze sent the old woman away before, it's not high, but it's also the meat on the legs of mosquitoes.

Now, the old woman can go back to hell by herself. Even if Zhou Ze opens a hell door to the old woman at the risk of her wound breaking or fainting, he just tries to give the old woman a pleasant rush. In fact, he can't get any benefits.

The old woman's soul was slowly disappearing, and gradually began to sink into the ground.

"Boss, why are your hands shaking?"

The white warbler, who has been supporting Zhou Ze, perceives the difference of Zhou Ze.

"Heartache."

Zhou Ze spits these two words out of his mouth.

He understood what little Lori said about the possible impact of leaving the white warbler by his side. Some of his mother's ghosts were attracted to him and were shocked by the zombies. They didn't dare to fart to hell.

what else could they do?

Of course, after all, it's something that can't be turned around by force, and today's surprise has come. The key to hell's gate and little Laurie are likely to have major unexpected news, which is too much higher than the performance of a dead soul.

This sleep is also quite stable.

When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that his strength had recovered. He was not as weak as yesterday. Before the white warbler helped him, he stood up with his hands.

Although a little staggering, but it is to stand up.

"Boss, are you ok?"

Bai Yingying is worried about Zhou Ze's sudden fall, especially Zhou Ze's sign not to help him to go down the stairs.

now, Zhou Ze's physical quality is similar to that of his grandfather and grandmother, who are inconvenient in legs and feet.

Bai Yingying is really worried that in case Zhou Ze falls down and breaks an arm or leg, or is more exaggerated about hemiplegia or something, the old man's electric "wuwuwu" wheelchair for the mentally handicapped may really come into use.

In the early morning, the thought of the female corpse jumped a little, and

in her mind, she began to automatically make up the picture of her boss sitting on the electric wheelchair "whine and whine" and starting to move,

and then she took a pacifier,

it was true,

"hahahaha..."

Smiling and smiling,

the white warbler stopped, and she saw Zhou Ze turning his head to look at himself,

"has the body changed?" Zhou Ze asked.

The white warbler shook his head.

"Is the corpse mad?" Zhou Ze asked again.

The white warbler immediately shook his head again.

She also dare not say the picture that she just secretly brain mends, otherwise wait for the boss body to recover to be sure to insert dead oneself.

Well,

nail.

Zhou Ze felt that her maid went to the ground early in the morning as if her nerves were on the wrong line, and said:

"let's hear it twice."

"Weeping."

Oh, normal.

Slowly holding the stairs downstairs, Zhou Ze got back the sense of achievement when learning to walk as a child. To be honest, Zhou Ze didn't want to try again.

Cool is temporary, it's instantaneous, and then it's powerless and decadent for a long time.

It's the same as eating too much that night in bed, rectifying the anger seven times in a night, resulting in the following day's weakness of waist, knees and legs, or even immediate wind.Lao Dao has already got up. No matter how late he goes to bed, he gets up early. He has a fixed schedule and will fight in the morning.

As a warm-hearted and old-fashioned man who is committed to caring for the activities of women who have lost their feet,

he knows the importance of protecting his own physical quality.

When Zhou Ze came down, Lao Dao had already punched and was talking with the little monkey.

The old Taoist held some black mud in his hand, and there was a big bag on the ground.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly,

that's what little monkey daubed on your wound when he was injured. The effect is remarkable, which is no less than "black jade intermittent cream" in martial arts novels.

It's just that the smell is a little bad, and for Zhou Ze, who has a habit of cleanliness, it's no less than torture to smear a few layers of mud on himself.

But next,

made Zhou Ze shocked and felt that the torture was aggravated.

The Taoist priest put the plastic bag filled with soil close to the little monkey's lap,

exactly, he put it close to the little monkey's crotch,

at the same time, he said "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The voice of.

"Little ancestor,

you pee quickly,

now we are rich by pointing at this thing,

be good,

pee, be good, hush, hush..."

Zhou Ze has a black line on his face,

the mud he daubed on his body,

unexpectedly,

unexpectedly,

unexpectedly!

"Ouch!"

The white warbler and the warbler were very quick in their eyes and hands. When Zhou Ze was about to fall, they helped him.

When the Taoist priest heard the news, he turned around and smiled at Zhou Ze like the sun outside. He waved black mud in one hand and said: "boss, roar in the morning!"

If Zhou Ze didn't happen to be injured this time,

Lao Dao really doesn't know how many times he has died.

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From noon to afternoon, bookstores are usually closed. This bookshop, which is located in the center of South Street, is so willful and has a B grid!

However, if a guest comes in and wants to buy a book or drink a drink, he will not extrapolate.

But previously, Xu Qinglang put up a brand to reduce his workload:

"our minimum consumption is 100."

That's enough to scare away 80-90% of potential customers.

Zhou Ze just let it go. With fewer people, everyone's workload will be easier.

Of course, it's not that there's no local tyrant who doesn't need money to come here. Zhou Ze just finished his meal and was struggling with the disgust in his body when a middle-aged man with a streamlined head and a yellow coat came in.

He seems to be very satisfied with the quietness of the shop. After he asked for a glass of ice water, he took out his notebook and sat on the sofa to work.

In a short time,

his notebook seems to be open to the public,

rings out:

"the first online gambling shop in Macao is online, and the beautiful Dutch official is online licensing..."

The old Taoist hears the stringed songs and knows the meaning of elegance.

when his ears move, he immediately gets close to him.

it seems that he has found a Taoist friend with the same aspiration.

As soon as I saw the interface, Lao Dao was stupid. It was said that the action film of island quality education was full of chips on his mother's screen.

"Do you also play online gambling?"

The man looked at the Taoist priest and asked with interest.

What kind of person is Lao Dao? He can play with a monkey to become a brother.

he can fool the lovely water friends in the live room to buy Styx coins.

he can fool the coal bosses in Liaoning Province to transport coal to Shanxi.

now he says directly:

"play sometimes, but play two, but not very much. It's not exciting.

I usually like to go to Macau for fun, just for relaxation. "

The old Taoist said that he took out his little thumb and pulled out his ears!

At the same time, Lao Dao asked the little monkey to probe forward and reach out to touch.

It's forced to wear the clothes.

I can see the wood is there.

the golden monkey, a national protected animal, is my pet.

it's not much worse than those Arabian local tyrants who keep leopards, is it?

The man was stunned first, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know whether the old way's blow was true or not. But this golden monkey is not fake.

Moreover, in the center of South Street, a bookstore like this is either sick in the brain or in a panic with money. It's just a game of life.

At present, the man suddenly became enthusiastic about Lao Dao, cordially invited Lao Dao to sit next to him, and introduced his playing method of this website to Lao Dao in detail.

Zhou Ze also listened, then took out his cell phone and thought about whether to call the police.Most of the online gambling in China are liars, who cheat people to charge money to get in, make money for you first, and then fatten you up to be a pig. In fact, they are all the rest of the routines in the gambling house of the old ancestors, but there are countless people who are trapped.

Because no matter how the routine changes, it really doesn't matter.

the key people's inner greed, which is passed down from generation to generation, can't be changed.

But in the following conversation, Zhou Ze didn't call the police for the time being.

Because Lao Dao has always maintained his b-grid,

showed a dismissive attitude towards this kind of instant gambling or other common gambling methods, which made men lay down their blood in order to attract this local rich customer with brain disease,

finally said directly:

"there is a really exciting project, I don't know if you dare to play, boss?"

"Cut, I dare to take a bath for ghosts. I'm afraid of your exciting project?"

This can be testified by someone,

Lao Dao didn't brag.

"You say, what are you betting on?" The old way urged.

The man hesitated for a moment, but said:

"gamble!"

For a while,

Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the conversation, had a slight quiver in his spoon,

in his mind, the old woman who stood in the shop last night and stared at the clock to see the time without even knowing that she was dead,

and the sacrificial policeman who had sent her down in person,

before leaving, he said to himself The following gambling groups, they don't gamble on others,

they don't gamble on others,

they don't gamble on others,

they gamble on their lives!