Midnight Bookstore

Creak…

Pushing open the door to the dorm, the old Daoist priest leaned in.

“Boss?”

However, there was no one in the room. This was w.a.n.g Baogang"s dormitory. The old Daoist priest had asked the dormitory supervisor where Zhou Ze had gone, and the latter had replied that Zhou Ze was here.

But where was he?

The old Daoist priest scratched his head. It was impossible for the boss to leave without informing him. Could he have gone up?

The old Daoist started to walk up the stairs. Actually, there were many people living in this dormitory. There were six floors, and there were thirty to forty rooms on each floor. Eight students were stuffed into each dormitory. How many people were there?

However, at night, the dark environment and the silent corridor still gave one the chills. It had to be said that this was a strange drop in temperature.

Even though they were in a crowd, you were still afraid.

Tonight, the feeling was even stronger.

The moment the old Daoist went upstairs, he saw a student standing before him. The student was wearing a yellow sweater, and he held something that looked like a drawing board in his hand. The student looked at him without moving.

“What are you looking at? Go back to sleep!”

The old Daoist priest berated him. It was as if the dormitory supervisor had possessed him.

The student nodded, turned around, and walked into the wall.

“Er…”

The old Daoist priest smacked his lips.

f.u.c.k.

Is this a school or a ghost town?

This dormitory manager"s job is really not done by a human. Is he taking care of the students or playing a game of ghost escape?

Hands.

He reached into his pants and touched it before taking out a yellow talisman. The old Daoist priest placed it at the tip of his nose and sniffed it. The fragrance of the ancestral talisman gave him a great sense of security.

The next moment, the old Daoist priest was not in a hurry to move. Instead, he took out his phone and prepared to call the boss.

Boss, I"ve found the ghost you"ve been searching for!

However, after he called, there was no signal.

d.a.m.n, this is bad.

The old Daoist priest slowly retreated and was about to shout. At this moment, he did not care if he would disturb the sleeping of the country"s flowers, nor did he care about his reputation. Without Zhou Ze by his side, the old Daoist priest felt very insecure.

However, before the old Daoist priest could speak, he felt something stuck in his throat. He could not shout at all, and he almost fainted.

Beads of sweat began to appear on the old Daoist priest"s forehead. He knew that the ghost had targeted him.

F*ck!

Bullying Bronze was nothing. If you had the ability, go find the dead!

The old Daoist priest cursed the eighteen generations of women who bullied the weak and feared the strong in his heart. Then, without hesitation, he turned around and prepared to go down the stairs.

They could not afford to offend him.

I can hide!

Unexpectedly, just as the old Daoist priest went down the stairs, he saw the steps under his feet suddenly become distorted. The height was uneven, and the old Daoist priest slipped and fell directly. Fortunately, he was skilled. Otherwise, if it were any other old man, they would have prepared for their funeral.

Even so, the old Daoist priest was still badly battered.

When he struggled to stand up, he saw the young man in the yellow sweater still standing before him.

He was looking at her.

At the same time…

The pen in his hand seemed to be drawing something on the board.

Even a rabbit would bite when it was anxious. The old Daoist priest raised the talisman in his hand and rushed forward. At most, he would fight to the death!

However, before, the stairs could not go down, but now they could not go up. The old Daoist kept running on the stairs, but he kept about two meters away from the young man, unable to get close.

The old Daoist priest directly took off, jumped up, and threw the talisman in his hand.

The youth looked up.

His eyes were empty. He raised his hand, and the pen in his hand shot out, turning into a heavy stroke that instantly dyed the bright yellow talisman black.

When the old Daoist saw this, he felt despair. His ancestral talisman had been easily dissolved by this ghost.

Finished.

Oh no!

The old Daoist priest, who had jumped up, fell heavily on the stairs, and his entire body slid down with a plop.

The young man walked down slowly.

The old Daoist priest struggled to raise his head and watched as the other party approached him.

It was at this time that the most beautiful and moving voice in the world made the old daoist tear up.

“Oh, you"re here.”

Boss Zhou"s voice sounded.

The old Daoist priest"s heart, which was originally dead, was suddenly filled with hope!

The young man turned around and saw Zhou Ze behind him. He frowned slightly as if he was helpless and had a headache.

Then, the young man started to walk toward the wall. He planned to hide himself again. He did not seem interested in fighting Zhou Ze, and he knew how difficult it was to deal with this man who had entered the dormitory for the first time today.

However, how could Zhou Ze let him walk out so easily? His nails dug into the wall. Zhou Ze"s body retreated, and his arms pulled back violently!

Bang!

The young man was dragged out and landed on the stairs. The drawing board and pen were left on the floor.

Buzz!

The young man"s empty eyes turned dark red. He was angry. He was angry. Before this, he felt that he had given Zhou Ze a lot of face, but Zhou Ze was a little shameless.

“Si…”

To Zhou Ze"s surprise, there was the sound of paper tearing in front of him. Then, Zhou Ze saw the sleeve on his arm split open, and his flesh split open. Blood kept flowing out.

Zhou Ze started to retreat. After retreating for a distance, the damage from before disappeared, and even Zhou Ze"s injured arm recovered.

What was going on?

The old Daoist priest took advantage of Zhou Ze and the ghost to get up and escape. However, the boy seemed to be staring at him and appeared in front of him in an instant.

Bullying honest people!

The old Daoist priest cursed in his heart.

“Pu…”

A fountain pen.

It pierced directly into the old Daoist priest"s chest. The old Daoist priest lowered his head in shock. He saw that the wound on his chest was expanding. Dark red blood started to spread out, dyeing the entire Daoist robe red at an astonishing speed!

Thump…

The old Daoist priest knelt on the ground, his hands covering his wounds as he looked at the blood that kept flowing out from the ground.

He felt like this was very surreal. Even though he knew that coming out to catch ghosts with his boss was dangerous, he did not expect to die here!

himself,

He died just like that?

Dying in this dormitory?

Zhou Ze had already rushed over. The young man glanced at Zhou Ze, as if he had no intention of continuing to attack. However, he seemed to have some misgivings and entered the nearby wall again.

Just as Zhou Ze was about to continue chasing and capture the youth in the same way,

She realized that a pair of hands had grabbed her pants.

He lowered his head.

He took a look.

It was the old Daoist.

The old Daoist priest"s blood-stained hands hugged Zhou Ze"s trousers.

Her tears and mucus continued to flow.

Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

He resisted the urge to slap this old man to death!

For someone with mysophobia, the old Daoist priest"s current behavior was…

It was as if he was carrying a dung basket all over the streets.

Find s.h.i.t (death).

“Boss, I can"t do that. I can"t do that. Let"s not chase him for now. I"m afraid that I won"t have the chance to do so if I agree to his funeral.”

At that moment, the old Daoist priest did not care if Zhou Ze was going to catch ghosts. He knew that he would not be able to hold on for much longer. He was afraid that he would be dead by the time Zhou Ze came back from catching ghosts. If that happened, he would not even have time to explain his last words and matters. It would be too much of a loss.

“Boss, there is a small box under the bed of the bookstore. There is also a box of ancestral paper talismans inside, and there are three bank cards inside. The pa.s.sword is the last six numbers on my phone. There"s not much money, only about a million…”

“…” Zhou Ze.

The old Daoist priest suddenly shuddered. He could sense a murderous intent coming from his boss.

The old Daoist priest"s heart warmed.

Sigh…

Even though the boss was usually ruthless and did not care about anything, when he saw his good friend, good friend, good friend about to leave,

He was furious.

He could not wait to kill the ghost to avenge himself.

Sigh…

Time reveals the heart of a man.

The old Daoist priest sighed in his heart.

What he did not know was that Zhou Ze had heard the old Daoist say, “If you don"t have much money, then you"ll have a million dollars.”

In his heart, he wondered if he should kill this old Daoist priest and then seize his a.s.sets.

If the old Daoist knew the truth, he would probably die from anger.

“You can burn the talisman in front of the grave. You can keep two for yourself.

Boss, after you die, donate the money to the children in the mountains. You can keep two for yourself, but not too much.

Also, after his death, please inform Mr. Liang from Shanghai to attend the memorial service. After all, it was fate.

Of course.

Boss, if you and Mr. Liang really can"t bear to part with me, you can kill your way into h.e.l.l together and save my soul. I won"t mind!

Even if I can"t enter Samsara, I"m willing to make a sacrifice and return to the Yang Realm to continue accompanying you!

In the wind and rain, This Penniless Priest will wait for you! ”

Zhou Ze could not stand it anymore.

Kill his way into h.e.l.l?

For you?

“Boss, I can"t bear to part with you. Although you have a bad temper and are very selfish, I can"t earn much money. I haven"t had the nerve to ask you for a salary.”

“…” Zhou Ze.

“Even though you"re very perverted and always ask Yingying to help you bathe, I heard from Beauty Xu that you still have problems in that area, and you can"t get up…”

“…” Zhou Ze.

Why aren"t you dead yet?

Why don"t I send you off?

You should have died earlier.

Otherwise, I would really kill you.

The old Daoist priest continued with tears and snot on his face, “But in reality, you"re not a bad person. Although you have a lot of problems, you still have some good points, like… uh… like…”

The old Daoist priest scratched his head.

It was so difficult.

Like what pinch?

At that moment, the old Daoist priest lost his balance and fell down. He rolled out of the spot where he was kneeling. In that instant, the old Daoist priest realized that all his injuries had disappeared, and he had become clean!

Don"t die?

“Boss, I"m fine. I don"t need to die!”

The old Daoist priest was so excited that he forgot himself.

Then, he saw Zhou Ze stretching his nails at him.

“What did you just say? I didn"t hear you clearly. Say it again.”