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"Is there something wrong with her mind?" Bai Yingying was a little confused.
Zhou Ze also shook his head. To be honest, Zhou Ze couldn't understand what was going on. When he was a doctor, he often encountered auspicious days for caesarean sections.
But I have never seen someone who said that he had to choose the time to die.
It is estimated that the old woman had been staring at the clock at home when she was lying on the hospital bed, counting when she died.
Seeing how the old woman is crying, she must be pretending not to be pretending. People are dead, so why pretend?
It's just that she kept crying there, which made Zhou Ze a little upset. The old man couldn't hear it, but he could hear it. The quality of my sleep is not good at all, so what's the matter with being quarreled like this when I rest later? rest?
Zhou Ze doesn't have the heart of a bodhisattva, and his conscience was eaten by himself not long ago,
The old woman crying there will not arouse Zhou Ze's greetings, it will only arouse resentment.
"Scare her and silence her."
Zhou Ze motioned to Bai Yingying.
Bai Yingying nodded, showing her fangs, the aura of a zombie was revealed all of a sudden, the old woman stopped crying as expected, she was frightened.
At the same time, the old woman's obsession is slowly dissipating.
The reason why ordinary dead souls can stay in the world is nothing more than a ray of obsession, and once the obsession dissipates, they will naturally return to the place where they should go.
What the ghosts need to capture and send to hell are those dead souls whose obsession is difficult to dissipate or who simply become ghosts. These are the achievements.
In other words,
Previously, if Zhou Ze sent the old woman away, it would be counted as performance. Although it was not high, it was still the meat of a mosquito's leg.
But now, the old woman can go back to hell by herself. Even if Zhou Ze opened the door to hell for the old woman at the risk of a ruptured wound or fainting, it was just a thankless gift to the old woman. You can't get any benefits.
The old woman's soul is slowly dissipating, gradually sinking into the ground.
"Boss, why are your hands shaking?"
Bai Yingying, who had been supporting Zhou Ze all the time, sensed something strange about Zhou Ze.
"Distressed."
Zhou Ze spat out these two words.
He sort of understood what Little Lolita said about the possible impact of keeping Bai Yingying by his side. These fucking ghosts were attracted by him, but they were frightened by the zombies and immediately realized it. They didn't dare to fart and went to hell up,
Then what's the matter with me?
Of course, this is something that cannot be forcibly reversed after all, and today's surprise is already there. The news of the key to the gate of hell and the little loli may have a major accident, which is much higher than the performance of a dead soul. .
This time, I slept soundly.
When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ze found that his strength had recovered a little, and he was not as weak as yesterday. Before Bai Yingying could help him, Zhou Ze stood up with his hands.
Although he staggered a little, he finally stood up.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Bai Yingying was very worried by the side, for fear that Zhou Ze would suddenly fall, especially when Zhou Ze signaled not to help her down the stairs.
Based on Zhou Ze's current physical fitness, it is similar to that of grandpas and grandmas with inconvenient legs and feet.
Bai Yingying was really worried that if Zhou Ze fell and broke an arm or a leg, or more exaggeratedly hemiplegia or something, the mentally handicapped electric "woo woo woo" wheelchair that Lao Dao bought might really come in handy.
Early in the morning, the thinking of the female corpse jumped a little,
Her mind began to automatically fill in the picture of her boss sitting in an electric wheelchair and "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Take another pacifier,
It is really,
"Hahahahaha"
Laughing, laughing,
Bai Yingying stopped, she saw Zhou Ze turned his head to look at her,
"The corpse changed?" Zhou Ze asked.
Bai Yingying shook her head.
"The corpse is insane?" Zhou Ze asked again.
Bai Yingying immediately shook her head again.
She didn't dare to tell the picture she had just secretly made up in her brain, or the boss would definitely stab herself to death when her body recovered.
Um,
Insert it with your fingernail.
Zhou Ze felt as if his nerves were miswired early in the morning, and said again:
"Call twice to listen??, but it¡¯s not much fun, it¡¯s not interesting, in fact, it¡¯s not exciting.
I usually like to go to Macau to play, just to relax. "
As the old Taoist spoke, he took out his little finger and licked his ears.
It's calm and breezy!
At the same time, the old Taoist also asked the little monkey to poke its head forward and reached out to touch it.
This is pretending,
Seeing that there is no wood,
The golden snub-nosed monkey, a national protected animal, is my pet.
Not much worse than those Arab local tyrants raising leopards, right?
The man was stunned for a moment, he had no choice but to tell whether what the old Taoist had bragged was true or not, he didn't know, but this golden monkey is not fake.
Moreover, in the city center of South Street, opening such a bookstore is either mentally ill or burning too much money, purely playing the game of life.
Immediately, the man suddenly became enthusiastic about the old man, and kindly invited the old man to sit next to him, and gave the old man a detailed introduction to the gameplay of his website.
Zhou Ze also listened beside him, then took out his mobile phone, thinking about whether to call the police.
Most of domestic online gambling are liars, cheating people to put money in, make money for you first, and then fatten you up as a pig to kill. There are indeed countless.
Because no matter how the routine changes, it really doesn¡¯t matter.
The greed in the heart of the key person is passed down from generation to generation and cannot be changed.
But the ensuing conversation made Zhou Ze not call the police for the time being.
Because Lao Dao has always maintained his b status,
Showing a disdainful attitude towards this constant lottery or other common gambling methods, the man spent a lot of money in order to win over this mentally ill wealthy client,
Finally, he directly said:
"There is a really exciting project, but I don't know if you dare to play it, boss?"
"Cut, I dare to bathe ghosts, why are you afraid of your exciting project?"
Someone can testify to this,
The old man didn't brag.
"Tell me, what about gambling?" the old man urged.
The man hesitated for a moment, but still said:
"Gamble your life!"
for a while,
Zhou Ze, who was drinking coffee and listening to the chat, trembled slightly with the spoon in his hand.
In his mind, the old woman who stood in the store last night staring at the wall clock to see the time and didn't even know that she was dead appeared,
And the sacrificial policeman who I personally sent down,
? What he said to himself before he left, the gambling syndicate he pursued,
They don't bet on anything else,
Do not play other,
Instead,
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