Midnight Bookstore Chapter 147 – The Terrifying Reincarnation

At the side, the old Daoist priest vomited until it was dark. He returned all the food he had just eaten. It was very miserable. There was a pool of red, white, and yellow on the ground. It was colorful, as if a saucepan shop had been opened.

Tears welled up in his eyes. The old Daoist priest was filled with regret and hatred. Why was he so unlucky?

He was extremely careful and cautious, thinking that he had jumped into a pit, but he did not expect that he would foolishly jump into a bigger pit.

He shouted as he jumped:

So superficial!

“Leave her body and come with me.”

Zhou Ze urged. He was the only one left. If they sent him back to h.e.l.l, he would be promoted.

Perhaps this was what it meant to search high and low only to find what you were looking for without any effort. He had been so busy at school that he had even run out of the so-called debt from his previous life. In the end, he did not even catch a real ghost, and on the way back, he had found her.

The woman looked dejected, as if she had accepted her fate. However, she still said,

“I want to spend more time with her, and she is willing to do so. When we dream every night, we can still see each other. I can still see my three children.”

Zhou Ze was unmoved. Every dead person had their own reluctance to leave the Yang Realm. This was a characteristic of any intelligent life. There was always a survival instinct that urged him to seize any opportunity to stay by his side.

Even Zhou Ze himself was the same. However, understanding was understanding, but rules were rules.

Moreover, if the husband's soul remained on the woman, her body would soon be unable to take it and have problems. In the end, it would only be harming herself and others.

Bang!

The woman suddenly pushed open the stall in front of her. All the steamers fell on Zhou Ze's side. Then, she turned around and started to run. She wanted to escape. She did not want to be captured.

Zhou Ze pushed the steamer in front of him away and reached out with his fingernails. A black fog that normal people could not see was released and wrapped around the woman.

The woman groaned and fell to the ground.

Zhou Ze took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the woman. He squatted down and placed his hand on the woman's forehead. Then, a black soul was pulled out by Zhou Ze.

It was a man's face. The man kept struggling and roaring angrily, and there was a strong sense of unwillingness and hysteria.

“She was willing. She was willing to stay with me. In her dream that night, she told me that we would raise the child together. She was willing!”

The man argued for himself and glared at Zhou Ze.

“If she's willing, why are you so nosy?!”

“I want results.”

“…” The man.

Zhou Ze spoke the truth. After all was said and done, he needed results. Moreover, he was only short of one point now. He had waited for a few days, so he could only take you back to work.

The man was stunned for a moment. He could not refute Zhou Ze's att.i.tude of openly admitting that it was for his own benefit, because he knew that no matter how much he argued or argued, he would not make the other party relent.

“Let me go home and visit my three children.”

The man pleaded.

“This time, I promise not to leave or run.”

“You have no right to negotiate with me, and I'm not doing a show.”

“My family… and a… ghost!”

“Okay then, it's only right that you go home before you leave. Other than the law, there are also favors, right?”

The old Daoist priest who had just finished puking suddenly felt like puking again.

But he held back.

He didn't dare.

The woman woke up, but she was still a little groggy. The old Daoist priest helped her back. Being possessed by a ghost, even if it was her husband, was quite harmful to her body and spirit.

Following the male ghost's directions, Zhou Ze started walking towards his house.

The old Daoist priest was a person who could not stay idle. Although he had previously teased him about the size of a steamed bun, he would not take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of him. The other party was already pitiful enough, and he could not do such a thing. Therefore, he simply chatted with the male ghost.

“Bro, where are you from? Your wife doesn't sound local.”

Tongcheng dialect was easy to identify, and it was too recognizable because it was basically not on the same channel as Mandarin. And some local dialects, because they were too similar to Mandarin, would subconsciously carry a dialect with them when they spoke Mandarin.

“Sichuan,” the man answered.

At this moment, he had also thought things through and felt relieved. The key was that Zhou Ze's att.i.tude was too different from those benevolent Daoists and monks he had seen on television.

“Then how did you die?” the old Daoist priest asked again.

“So comfortable.”

“How did you die comfortably?” the old Daoist continued to ask.

“Absorb… overdose.”

“Er…” The old Daoist priest was instantly interested. Like a curious baby, he asked,” How does it feel to inhale that thing? Is it very satisfying? ”

Zhou Ze glanced at the old Daoist priest, who stuck out his tongue and did not dare to continue.

“Hehe, of course it's very comfortable. It's so comfortable that it makes you want to die,” the male ghost replied.

“So comfortable that you've turned into a ghost and lost all your money?” Zhou Ze added.

As a doctor in his previous life, Zhou Ze knew very well how harmful that thing was to the human body. Normal people only knew that they would get addicted to that thing and lose all their money, but in reality, that thing was irreversible for many of the damage to the body.

“That's right, that's right. Look at you, living like a dog. Your wife is working so hard to take care of your child, but you're enjoying yourself.”

The old Daoist immediately understood Zhou Ze's spirit of conversation and started to echo.

“Ha.” The man snorted. “The things that the rich people here suck are nothing. G.o.d knows how many miscellaneous things they have mixed in. Almost the entire village in our village does this. They buy it from us. The purity is high and cheap.

“Also, I rely on this to earn money. I want to earn money for my family. If I carry it back, I can earn 100,000 yuan. That's equivalent to working hard for 10 years. I used this money to open a factory, open a factory, and buy a large truck for transportation.”

“Keep bragging. You've earned so much money. Why is your wife and child so miserable now?” The old Daoist priest did not believe him.

The male ghost seemed to have become stubborn with the old Daoist priest. He said directly, “Hehe, I'm a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for lying to you. I've been rich before. I'm much richer than you think.”

“After earning the first bucket of gold, are you still going to continue s.h.i.+pping?” Zhou Ze asked.

“Of course, why wouldn't I? If I open a factory and run a factory to transport goods, how could I have the money to transport this thing? It's a profitable business. Who would open a c.r.a.ppy factory? I can't even return the money after three years. It's really boring to do this.”

The old Daoist priest smacked his lips.

Actually, the old Daoist had seen many such people.

This male ghost was probably a poor farmer in the past. He used that thing to earn his first sum of money and then made a comeback. His days were better, but the taste of having a taste of his own medicine was something that people could not bear to part with. If you asked him to work in a factory and live a good life, he would not be able to live anymore because his values and money had completely collapsed.

This was similar to many young ladies or gamblers. To the young lady, she could easily earn tens of thousands of dollars a month. To the gamblers, the next order would be tens of thousands of dollars. After being impacted by this, it would be meaningless for them to earn three to four thousand dollars a month.

Then…

He was crippled.

It would be difficult for you to start a new life.

Why did so many people go back down after making up their minds?

He could not live a normal life anymore.

“Then, since you said that the village is doing this, you should know that sucking that thing is harmful to the body, right? Why are you still sucking it?” the old Daoist asked in confusion.

“If everyone in the village smokes it, you'll feel like it's nothing. The environment is different,” the man said sadly. “Just like your father, your uncle, your brother, and your colleagues are all smoking. Even if smoking is harmful to your health, you'll still feel like it's no big deal.”

Everyone is sucking anyway. ”

The old Daoist priest nodded thoughtfully.

Then, the old Daoist priest asked, “What about your money? Did you suck all your money before you died?”

“I left a lot of money,” the man said. “I didn't let my family down. I didn't let my wife and children down.”

The old Daoist priest chuckled.

This family lived in the same residential area… In the garage, the bas.e.m.e.nt used to be their garage. After some modification, it could be used as a rental.

The woman was helped into the room. There were three other children in the room. They stared at Zhou Ze, the old Daoist, and their mother.

The two boys and one girl should be in primary school. One of them had a red scarf around her neck.

The three children's clothes were old and tattered, but their faces were clean and they were in good spirits. Even though their living conditions were not good, their mother had probably taken good care of them.

However, no matter how he looked at it, this house did not look like what the man had said. He had left behind a large sum of money after his death.

“Hey, didn't you earn a lot of money? Why are your wife and children still living here?” the old Daoist asked.

“She wanted to bring the child here. She did not want to stay in the village anymore,” the man answered.

At this moment, Zhou Ze said, “There's another ghost. Where is it?”

Boss Zhou had always been kind to his sales. He really did not have the mood to go to emotional column or charity.

The male ghost looked at a curtain in the corner.

Zhou Ze walked over.

She pulled open the curtain.

Inside the curtain was a small plastic tub. A young man was squatting inside the tub, s.h.i.+vering. On his chest was a bright red flower.

“He was my son. After I died, I used the money that I had left at home to suck it up. Then, when the money was gone, he followed my old path to earn money.

Unlucky, caught.

The quant.i.ty was too large.

Send it to Chengdu.

Kill him. ”