Late Night Bookstore

　　 The man was silent. At this moment, he was a little lost.

　　Zhou Ze originally thought that he would become a ghost, just like the souls of the victims who were burnt to death by the takeout brother in his bookstore.

　　The existence of ghosts, once turned into a ghost, the obsession will be completely solidified, and the road of reincarnation will be completely cut off. The only ending is that the smoke disappears.

　　 is a bit like a person taking more than 100 times the amount of stimulant in a short period of time, and then of course hey to heaven, of course, ready to collect the body after hey.

　　 However, this one in front of him seemed a little calm.

　　 is very lost, very hesitant, very helpless, and very tangled.

　　 He looked back at the Confucian Temple behind him and sighed: "So, as I grew up reading the book of sages, in the eyes of sages, are they actually the same as those who failed in the imperial examinations?"

　　 originally thought that he was unique, and originally thought that he was a lucky player, and even a ghost judge could not determine his fate. Who knows, in the end, it is nothing but high self-esteem.

　　 In fact, he should have wanted to understand that otherwise, it would be impossible to be detained here for hundreds of years, muddled all day long, and even unable to possess self-awareness. He could only follow the generation after generation of people around the Confucian Temple.

　　 The man looked at Zhou Ze: "Do you think I should die?"

　　 Zhou Ze did not answer.

　　 "I have a friend, surnamed Liu, and after learning that the First Emperor hanged the coal mountain, led the whole family and the youngsters to follow the First Emperor in the house."

　　The man spoke softly,

　　 "The day before the accident, he had a granddaughter who was only 13 years old and secretly ran to my mansion, hoping to seek my asylum. Her mother was a concubine and wanted to give her a chance to survive.

　　 Then my old friend came home and took his granddaughter away.

　　Finally, more than 20 people from the Liu family filled the door and died together. The little granddaughter was stabbed to death with a sword. She didn't want to die, but she died. "

　　 The man smiled, "Do you think this is done, right?"

　　Zhou Ze did not remain silent this time, but said: "She shouldn't die."

"Yes, she shouldn’t die, so I think that death is alive, everyone has their own care, I know that my family does not want to die, and my children are not willing to die, so I have to bite my teeth alive and live Go on.

　　I don’t just live for myself, I have to live for them.

　　 In addition, during my post in the post-dynasty, there were countless living people, which reduced a lot of killings.

　　 is like that after Li Shimin declared Wumen, he knew that he was destined to leave a stain that could not be washed away in history, so he tried his best to be a good emperor.

　　 I was also in this state of mind at the time.

　　 always feels that doing more good things and living more people, even if I can't go to the country, but finally keeping a useful body to do something that is good for the people of Jiangshan Sheji, it can be considered to make up for his mistakes on the other hand. "

　　Man said a lot, obviously, he was not convinced.

　　 Ancient scholars called themselves saint disciples because they read saint books and learn saint theory, but now it is clear that everyone in the Confucian Temple has made him a filial son.

　　 He was originally a Jiuqing clan, but the treatment after death was the same as those who failed suicide in the Imperial Examination in the Temple of Literature.

　　This shows the attitude of the saints.

Zhou Ze slowly squatted down, looked at the man in front of him, and thought about it, he still said: "What you just said, I'm a little familiar, and it's been less than a hundred years before. Rhetoric.

　　His name is Wang Jixin.

　　 He was a traitor when the nation was in peril, and worked as a tiger for the tiger. "

　　The man opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

　　 "Your history from the former dynasty, the Jiuqing from the later dynasty, you don't have to make excuses for yourself.

　　 The most essential reason is actually very simple,

　　 The water is too cold. "

　　The man heard the words, his face showed shame, and glared at Zhou Ze.

　　Zhou Ze spread his hands, his nails grew, and then pulled out the sign of his right palm, drawn a circle, and the door to **** was opened.

　　 "Please, don't you want to be a decent one, just walk in yourself."

　　If I go to catch it in person, even the last decent is gone. "

　　The man stood up and walked forward step by step. Before stepping into the door, he finally gave Zhou Ze a slightly deeper look:

　　 "Do you think the water is cool?"

　　 "Just be ashamed."

　　 The man showed a pondering look, and then shook his head, not knowing whether he finally figured it out or not, but in the end he took that step and walked into the door.

　　Zhou Ze waved his hand, the door dissipated, and everything here ended.

　　 seems to have to thank the official man for swallowing all the ghosts of nearby scholars into his abdomen, and save Zhou Ze a lot of trouble.

　　 "Boss, this is over?" The female corpse said with disappointment, "I thought you would beat him up."

　　 "No fight, no meaning." Zhou Ze took a deep look at the Confucian Temple not far in front, and said: "In addition, the saints in the Confucian Temple have been holding him here for hundreds of years, and the punishment is also punished."

　　 Baiyingying beeps, "It seems that these clay tires in the Confucian Temple are still a bit useful, and not all blind."

　　 "Yeah, they detained the dead soul of the former dynasty Yu Shi here, because they felt that this Yu Shi was not his own disciple, and did something shameless and shameless, they lost their faces and needed punishment.

　　 They punished him,

　　 Then, the dynasty changed, and the Ming dynasty became the Qing dynasty, many of them changed, but the Confucian Temple, or the Confucian Temple, the gang of saint mud tire lords still enjoy the incense offerings of the New Dynasty. "

　　 "..." Bai Yingying.

　　 "Boss, you are talking more and more philosophically now. Are the mud tires in the temple good or bad?"

　　Bai Yingying still remembers that she helped others to grab the head incense and entered the Confucian Temple. As a result, she felt uncomfortable that she was being "stared at".

　　 "It's just a thing."

　　 took a taxi and returned to the bookstore at ten o'clock in the evening, but generally this time is Zhou Ze's real business hours.

　　 Probably because there are few ghosts during the day and more active ghosts at night.

　　 These days, Ming banknotes earn a little bit, but after the last video was given, Zhou Ze burned a lot of Ming banknotes to save trouble.

　　 The video, of course, cannot be used as direct evidence, but as long as the parties concerned know the truth of this matter, and then spend some effort to check it carefully, the truth of the matter is not difficult to come by.

　　 That video is nothing more than a primer, it cannot be used as real evidence.

　　Zhou Ze didn't go to the book, but wore headphones to listen to music, casually flipping through some news, Bai Yingying was sitting on the back of Zhou Ze with a mobile phone and playing games.

　　 Both the master and the servant, each having their own pleasure, put it in the eyes of the man next door who is more beautiful than the woman. This is the sign of depravity!

　　 The door of the bookstore was pushed open late at night, and a girl walked in. She led a Corgi dog.

　　 Familiar girl, familiar Corgi.

　　Zhou Ze stood up and helped her pour a glass of water. As the first VIP customer, she deserved to enjoy this service.

　　 Zhou Ze also looked closely,

　　 People are alive,

　　Dogs are also alive.

　　 It is really late in the middle of the night, when there are living people entering their own bookstore, the probability is indeed relatively low.

　　 "Boss, my dog ​​has found it."

　　 "Congratulations." Zhou Ze said.

　　Corgi dog was very excited to circle Zhou Ze around twice, then Sa Huaner ran to Baiyingying.

　　The white warbler is playing with pesticides, and was shocked by the dog, and immediately glared, the Corgi dog was shocked.

　　As the saying goes, dogs see people as low, but in fact, dogs can see things that people cannot see.

　　At the moment, the dog slumped on the ground, and **** came out of the brain.

　　 "I'm sorry, sorry, the boss is really sorry." The girl stood up immediately, ready to clean up.

　　 "It's okay." Zhou Ze motioned to the girl to be restless, and then said to Baiyingying: "Clean it."

　　 Baiyingying put down her phone and went to the bathroom with a sad face to get a mop and a rag.

　　 "Boss, your bookstore's business hasn't been very good?" The girl took her dog back and placed it at her feet to prevent it from running around.

　　 Of course, the goods did not dare to run around, and the atmosphere did not dare to catch a breath.

　　 "Let's get together." Zhou Ze said.

　　 "Thanks to the location you told me the dog last time, I was able to find the person who took it to redeem it."

"how much did you spend?"

　　 "More than ten thousand people, people refused to pay back, said she was raised, but after negotiating the price, still give me back the dog."

　　 Zhou Ze nodded.

　　 "Boss, I think you can add more things to your bookstore, such as this chair, it is really uncomfortable to sit on, you can change it to a sofa."

　　If I have money, I want to change it too.

　　 "How about my shareholding investment, you have a good deal here." The girl touched the dog's head and said to Zhou Ze.

　　Zhou Ze knew that she just wanted to repay herself, so it didn't matter if she played at a loss, but Zhou Ze couldn't agree.

　　Can’t you ask if you mind paying dividends and collecting money?

　　 Burned the money that can accumulate Yinde?

　　 When the priest said this to himself, Zhou Ze regarded the other party as a pen~www.wuxiaspot.com~

　　 So Zhou Ze doesn't want to be seen as a shame by the girl in front of her.

Just then, there was a "laugh" in the noodle restaurant next door. Then, Xu Qinglang in a pajamas gesture ran out and came to the bookstore next door, facing Zhou Ze and the white warbler who was rubbing shit. Shouted:

　　 "Won, lottery won, one hundred thousand!"

　　 Xu Qinglang is very happy. When people are happy, they always want to share. The place where he can find living people is only the bookstore next door.

　　 However, it seems that the two bookstores next door are not living people...

　　 "Congratulations." Zhou Ze said congratulations.

　　 "Huh, give me a bag, boss Xu." Bai Yingying took the opportunity to eat some happy money.

　　 "Small meaning, little meaning." Xu Qinglang began to pretend to be reserved, and then there was a young and beautiful girl next to him, who immediately became more reserved:

"It's only 100,000 yuan, and after tax, it's 80,000 yuan, which is a lot of money. For me, a person with more than 20 resettlement houses in Shiqiao District, it's just drizzle, and it's nothing real for my life. influences."

　　 "Shiqiao District?" the girl asked.

　　 "Yes." Xu Qinglang replied.

　　Shiqiao District is close to the city center, where the price of houses is higher than other places, naturally it can be more violent, oh no, it can be more reserved.

　　 "Oh, that should be my community."

　　 "Your family lives there?" Xu Qinglang smiled even brighter, "The next time you have a chance to have a coffee together?"

　　 "My family doesn't live there."

"what does that mean?"

　　 "I mean, the one who demolishes your house and compensates you for resettlement housing should be my company."

　　 "............" Xu Qinglang.