Midnight Bookstore Chapter 117 – Asking The Jiu Family Where There Are Shepherd Boy

w.a.n.g Ke's life was very boring and dull. He was a workaholic, and he was constantly working hard for his life and climbing up at all costs.

People who were afraid of poverty when they were young would have a greater obsession with money when they grew up. They desired the sense of security that money brought.

Furthermore, it was difficult for a normal family to understand the mentality of a child from an orphanage. What they lacked was not just the sense of security of money.

In the past, Zhou Ze was the same. However, he had been through two lifetimes, so he was much more lazy and open-minded.

There was no obsession that could not be resolved by “dying once”.

If not,

Then die a few more times.

You've gotten over it.

w.a.n.g Ke suggested playing poker, but Zhou Ze declined to comment. Bai Yingying was dismissive, and the old Daoist wanted to support him, but the two of them really couldn't play poker, so he could only give up.

In the end, w.a.n.g Ke directly took out the medical records of his patients for research, and he directly started working. So, no one noticed how terrified he was.

Zhou Ze looked at his' brother 'who had grown up with him in this orphanage, and it was as if he could see his old self.

Even before they died, they wanted to have more, to pursue more. Everyone enjoyed the thrill of work, the satisfaction of acc.u.mulating and hiding nuts in their tree holes.

Whether there was a tomorrow or not, he had to work.

Outside the window, light began to show. The night pa.s.sed. It was slow, but it was also fast. The zombie didn't come. No one knocked on the door or broke the window. Tonight was peaceful.

Zhou Ze specially waited for a while until morning before he decided to get up.

“That's all for today. I'm going back.”

w.a.n.g Ke didn't shamelessly beg Zhou Ze to not leave and continue protecting himself. He lowered his head and continued to look at his medical records. When Zhou Ze left, he raised his head, stretched lazily, and smiled at Zhou Ze.

“Have breakfast before you leave.”

The old Daoist priest really wanted to nod, but he had to see Zhou Ze's expression. In any case, the old Daoist priest was extremely satisfied with the w.a.n.g family's food. It was exquisite, and he focused on enjoying his taste buds rather than just filling his stomach.

“No, thanks.”

Zhou Ze kept a respectful distance from anything related to “eating” in the w.a.n.g family.

Hearing this, the old Daoist priest was a little disappointed. Actually, he had a good appet.i.te yesterday. He had eaten so many messy things, but he did not have a stomach.

“Are you leaving?”

Meanwhile, w.a.n.g Ke's wife walked down the stairs.

She was wearing a pair of black pajamas, and because she had guests, she had put on a white jacket, but it was still enough to show her good figure.

The woman was flirtatious and charming.

Bai Yingying stood by Zhou Ze's side as she stretched out her hand and lightly tugged at Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze looked over along the finger and saw a string of red marks on w.a.n.g Ke's wife's left calf.

Like blood, it flowed down the path of the stream from the depths of the forest, leaving behind traces of time.

“Darling, when I was sleeping last night, I knocked over my bottle of red nail polish, but I didn't notice. When I woke up in the morning and saw the pool of red on the ground, I was so scared that I almost fainted.

“I watched a horror movie a while ago. Did you know? I thought you were like the male lead in the movie who ate me while I was asleep.”

w.a.n.g Ke's wife walked over to w.a.n.g Ke, and she stretched out her hand to stroke his chin. Her husband hadn't slept all night, and she felt slightly sorry for him.

“You're too skinny. I can't eat my fill.” w.a.n.g Ke smiled and teased him. “Go make breakfast.”

“No need, Sister-in-law.”

Zhou Ze rejected again.

“We'll leave first. If you need anything, you can come to my bookstore to look for me. Right, my bookstore has moved to South Street, and it's not far from here.”

What Zhou Ze meant was that if he really felt that something was wrong, he could come to his bookstore to hide.

This was the best Zhou Ze could do. It was impossible for him to stay by w.a.n.g Ke's side 24 hours a day and protect him. Moreover, it was the Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it was precisely the time when his bookstore was doing 'good business'.

Many new customers would flood into the bookstore because of the Qingming Festival. This was a big business, similar to the peak season. Zhou Ze did not want to miss it.

After thanking w.a.n.g Ke and his wife, Zhou Ze and the other two walked out of the w.a.n.g family villa.

Zhou Ze stopped and turned to look at the balcony.

w.a.n.g Ke's daughter was probably still sleeping. It was the Qingming Festival holiday now, so she didn't need to go to school.

The little lolita probably hadn't returned yet, or perhaps she hadn't returned at all. In fact, if the little lolita had returned, then w.a.n.g Ke's worries would probably be unnecessary. If that zombie really wanted to take revenge on the w.a.n.g Clan, then it would probably never return.

“Boss, is that really red nail polish?” Bai Yingying asked from behind Zhou Ze.

“It could also be that my menstrual period is afraid of embarra.s.sment, so I came up with an excuse.”

“…” Bai Yingying.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question. He looked at Bai Yingying and said, “You should have stopped, right?”

“…” Bai Yingying.

How could he answer that? Also, why would a zombie have something like that?

The three walked to the entrance of the residential area. Since it was morning, the place was quite lively. Many stalls on the street were already open.

Whether or not something bad has happened recently, people's lives have to continue.

A middle-aged man with four limbs was kneeling on the ground. He held a bowl in his hand and was begging. He looked quite pitiful. His body was dirty, and he kept screaming like a mute.

When the old daoist walked past, the beggar reached out and grabbed the old daoist's pants, hinting for him to give some to the old daoist. After all, the old daoist was dressed like a monk, so he looked more like a spendthrift.

Beggars were also a profession that required a lot of experience. They also knew how to distinguish and choose their own customer group.

However, the old Daoist priest waved his sleeve and pushed the beggar's hand away. He spat at the beggar and scolded,

“You have hands and feet. You're younger than me. You can do anything, but you have to beg here. You've disgraced your ancestors!”

With the old Daoist priest's age and ident.i.ty, it was not wrong to say such things.

He was already so old, yet he still had to livestream and serve ghosts. He was usually quite thrifty, but Zhou Ze had heard from Bai Yingying that the old Daoist seemed to have sponsored a few poor students in the mountains.

When the beggar heard that, he was enraged. He stood up immediately, and with a scream, he fell to the ground, baring his fangs and brandis.h.i.+ng his claws. “Ahhh!” he shouted.

He meant that the old Daoist priest had hit him. In other words, he was trying to blackmail him.

When the old Daoist priest saw this, he was so angry that he almost laughed. He wished he could really go up and give this shameless person a few punches.

Of course, people started to appear around them. They came with the intention of watching the show, but no one spoke up for the beggar.

In this day and age, everyone's sympathy had long been exhausted by beggars and cheats. It was human nature to sympathize with the weak, but in this day and age, people who seemed to be “weak” often had a reversal. Perhaps his days were better than those who pitied him.

Zhou Ze, on the other hand, frowned slightly. He did not want to waste any time on such matters, so he gave Bai Yingying a look.

Bai Yingying understood and approached the crowd.

The beggar felt a bone-piercing chill below him. He immediately jumped up and shouted,

“I'm so cold, so cold!”

Now that he could speak, the crowd burst into laughter. Even though they did not know what was going on, everyone found it interesting.

The beggar scurried away.

The old Daoist sniffed and sighed. “Some people deserve to be poor.”

Zhou Ze smiled and did not mention that the phone in the beggar's pocket was Apple X.

The three of them made do and ate breakfast at the entrance of the neighborhood. Bai Yingying was very considerate and brought some sour plum juice with her. This time, Zhou Ze ate more. He did not eat any supper last night, so he really needed to eat to replenish his energy.

After dinner, Bai Yingying prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

At that moment, an old man with white hair and a crooked back walked past the three. The old man carried a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right. It looked like he had just returned from grocery shopping.

What was noteworthy was that the old man only had two fingers on his left hand. He was a real handicapped person.

When the old Daoist priest saw this, he took the initiative to walk forward and asked if he needed help.

The old man shook his head to indicate that there was no need.

The old Daoist priest said, “Brother, it's fine. You live in this neighborhood, right? I'll help you carry it back.”

However, the old man insisted on smiling and shaking his head to indicate that he could do it. He could do his own thing, and he did not need any help, even if he did look like he was struggling to carry the thing with his two fingers.

The old man walked forward. He probably lived in the same neighborhood as w.a.n.g Ke.

The old priest heaved a sigh of relief and said, “Humans are indeed different. A young man with all four limbs is kneeling on the ground to beg for food.

However, this disabled older brother who was older than me was still protecting his pride.

When the sun rises, the chicken soup in the morning is very satisfying. It feels like this day is full of energy and positive energy. ”

The old Daoist priest was mumbling to himself and feeling satisfied. This was a situation that every person who drank chicken soup had. It was as if his spirit had been purified in an instant.

“He dropped something,” Zhou Ze reminded.

“What? Did he drop his wallet? Then I'll send it back to him. He's already so old. It's not easy for him to forget things and forget things.”

As the old Daoist priest spoke, he looked at Zhou Ze. Then, he was stunned as a look of horror appeared on his face.

Zhou Ze was holding a middle finger. The end of the finger was still stained with blood, and there was even steam rising from it. It was really fresh.

“You're right. Old people have bad memories.

His fingers fell off.

I didn't even notice. “