Xu Qinglang, the woman, and the middle-aged couple came out of the temple. The middle-aged couple was overjoyed. It was obvious that they had managed to secure the first incense with the woman's help.
It did not matter if it was useful or not, it was still a good sign.
Even parents who were not superstitious would give their children rice dumplings and rice cakes before their big exams, meaning "rice dumplings" (high school).
The woman did not seem to be in a good mood. She was lagging behind as the group headed back.
"Let's go for supper. How about some barbecue?" Xu Qinglang suggested.
He had his own restaurant, but he would never allow himself to cook barbecue in the middle of the night.
Lady Xu's skin was extremely precious. How could she tolerate the smell of smoke and fire?
However, Xu Qinglang immediately regretted his suggestion.
Among the group...
There was a zombie and an otherworldly living dead.
Thinking back to the scene when they were eating, the two of them would sit there motionlessly, like clay statues in a temple enjoying the fireworks.
He had lost his appetite just thinking about it.
"You guys go ahead, we'll head back first," Zhou Ze said.
"How can we do that?" the middle-aged man said.
"It's fine, uncle, let's go eat. The couple can take a walk by themselves."
Xu Qinglang left with the middle-aged couple.
Zhou Ze was not in a rush to call a taxi. He walked along the street with the woman.
The weather was getting warmer. The nights were not as cold as before.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze asked the woman.
The woman had been unhappy since she came out from the Confucian Temple.
"I'm not feeling well," she replied.
"You haven't stopped menstruating?"
It had been two hundred years.
"..." the woman said.
After a moment of silence, the woman said, "A few statues in the Confucian Temple are staring at me. It feels weird."
"Do you think they're looking at you?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Mm," the woman nodded.
"Do you think they dislike you?"
"Mm," the woman nodded again.
"Do you think you shouldn't have gone to the place because you're a zombie?"
"Mm," the woman nodded again.
"The saints believe in education without discrimination," Zhou Ze smiled.
Zhou Ze smiled. He patted the corpse on the head and said, "You're a zombie, you're hated by everyone, but you're going to the Confucian Temple to offer incense to the people, which means you're contributing to the temple's people.
You think they're looking at you,
Maybe it's because you're special, so they're paying attention to you.
It was like a husky that had suddenly joined a pack of wolves. Anyone would take a second look, right?
Of course, it was also possible that they were just a pile of clay statues. It was said that their eyes were made from donkey dung balls because they looked more lively and lustrous.
Everything is just the psychological pressure you put on yourself. "
"But what if they're really looking at me? What if they really have something against me …" the woman hesitated.
"Then they don't deserve to be worshiped in the temple as saints!"
Zhou Ze's voice was loud and clear,
"Saints have been worshipped for thousands of years. If they don't even have this bit of magnanimity, then what face do they have to sit on the altar table of the temple?
What's there to be afraid of a fake Saint? "
The woman looked at Zhou Ze and said with a smile, "Boss, what you just said was very imperious."
"Of course." Zhou Ze enjoyed his maid's flattery.
"But boss, you're an Envoy. You have your own destiny. It might not be a big deal to a normal person, but it's different for you.
Besides, you're the owner of a bookstore. You're in the business of a saint. It's not good for you to criticize a saint. "
It was rare for the woman to be so honest with Zhou Ze. In the past, she would love to see Zhou Ze die.
Jump all you want, jump all you want. If you jump to your death, I'll collect your corpse. Then, I'll remove your nails and grind them into powder to make tea.
Oh no, feed it to the pigs!
"As the saying goes, if you don't do anything against your conscience, you're not afraid of ghosts … saints knocking on your door."
Zhou Ze raised his head and looked at the street lamp.
"In my past life, I never accepted any red packets when I saved people. I never broke my bottom line. I've always abided by medical ethics.
Even after I became a ghost and reincarnated in someone else's body, I never did anything against my conscience.
What's there to be afraid of? "
Zhou Ze took a deep breath and repeated, "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Hearing that, the dead woman fell into deep thought.
Zhou Ze's words were not a declaration from a chuunibyou. It was more like a warning to himself.
The two continued to walk aimlessly. The night breeze was slightly cold, but it was pleasant.
Finally, the woman came to a stop and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
Zhou Ze came to a stop. He subconsciously looked around and realized he had walked into a residential area.
The familiar environment.
The familiar reception room.
The familiar reception room. The security guards who were sleeping at night.
The familiar delivery cabinets.
He was taking a stroll.
He naturally returned to the residential area he used to live in.
Even though he had been working in the bookstore for a month, subconsciously, the bookstore was his home.
He had grown up in an orphanage, so he understood the meaning of home better. He was also more attached to the house.
Luckily, the property prices in Tongcheng were not as ridiculous as they were later when he bought the house. He was eager to become a mortgage slave as soon as he started working. He ended up picking up a watermelon, which made his colleagues who bought the house envious of him.
However, Zhou Ze could not even retrieve his WeChat and QQ. He could not verify his phone. If he asked his friends on his list to verify it for him, people would either treat him like a lunatic or scare them to death.
Even his house was sold by the hospital after he died. The money was donated to the orphanage under his name.
Zhou Ze was not against it. After all, he did not have any family left.
"This used to be my home," Zhou Ze said to the woman.
"Should we go take a look?" the woman suggested.
"It's already sold," Zhou Ze sighed.
"I'll just treat it as a revisit."
Zhou Ze nodded and went over.
He went into Block 8, Unit 2 and took the elevator to the fifth floor.
Zhou Ze went up to the door. The door was still the same. The buyer did not have time to renovate it, right?
Even the cushion at the door was the same.
The cactus at the door was still there, too.
Zhou Ze reached out his hand and searched under the jar. He found a key.
Back then, he was often called to the hospital at night for emergency treatment. He often forgot to bring his phone or key. As such, he kept the spare key here, just in case he could not get into the house.
He gave it a try. He put the key in and turned it.
Kacha …
The door was unlocked.
The door was still there.
Not even the lock?
Zhou Ze was surprised. He pushed the door open and turned on the lights.
The furnishings in the living room were still the same.
Zhou Ze even saw his slippers. He put them on and went into the living room. The woman followed him.
"Boss, is it still the same?" the woman asked.
"Mm, that's what I'm curious about."
It was indeed the same.
However, it did not make sense.
Shouldn't people throw away the things that the dead had used after buying a house?
Why would the dead keep it, and keep it all? Wasn't it unlucky?
Perhaps the person who took over the house was just using it as an investment?
Perhaps he was not really living there?
Zhou Ze sat down on the couch. It felt like he had returned to his normal self.
Every time he returned home, he would watch some TV and cook supper. His days were short, yet fulfilling.
The woman went to boil some tea. She poured a cup for Zhou Ze and said,
"Boss, you've been dead for half a year, right?"
"Seven months," Zhou Ze replied.
Zhou ze replied, but why did he feel that this conversation was a little strange?
"But this place is so clean. It doesn't look like it has been abandoned for seven months," the woman reminded him.
Zhou Ze nodded. That was indeed the case. The place was very clean. Someone must have cleaned it regularly.
However, Zhou Ze was struggling to imagine that the person who had bought his house would be so lazy that they did not throw away or change anything. They even kept the lock intact.
Zhou Ze pushed open the bedroom door and discovered that even the bedding and sheets were the same as his own.
"Boss, I'm going to take a shower. I'm having goosebumps after being stared at by those old men at the Confucian Temple for so long."
"Go ahead, turn on the water heater," Zhou Ze reminded her. "The towel is in the cupboard at the entrance of the bathroom."
If …
If the furnishings were still the same …
The woman went to take a shower. She loved to be clean. Women loved to be clean. She was the daughter of a wealthy family in her previous life, yet she had been lying in a coffin for two hundred years without being able to take a shower.
Therefore, she basically took a shower in the morning and at night, wasting a lot of Zhou Ze's water bill.
However, Zhou Ze endured it when he recalled that she was working as a waitress in his restaurant without asking for a salary.
Zhou Ze drew the curtains and stood on the balcony. He looked at the lights in front of him.
Here …
It was his home.
It had not changed.
But it no longer belonged to him.
Things remained the same, but people had changed.
Things remained the same, but people had changed.
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew out a ring of smoke.
He was a little disappointed. He thought he could get over it, but he could not.
It was just like how he had thrown the baby into Hell to wait for reincarnation.
He was now deeply aware that …
As a living person, it was hard to describe his nostalgia for the world of the living.
Even he had the urge to buy his own house back.
As for money …
With his ability, if he really wanted to break the rules to get some money …
Was it that difficult?
This urge was suppressed with great difficulty. Zhou Ze knew that this was a path of no return. It was like Pandora's box. Once it was opened, he would not be able to stop.
Zhou Ze felt that he was a self-disciplined person, but no matter what, he should not try to test his "Human Integrity" when he could avoid it.
"Kacha …"
To his surprise,
The sound of a key entering the lock came from the door.
Master is back?
Zhou Ze turned around and walked back to the living room from the balcony. He was thinking about how to explain to his master that he was in this house, but he was not too nervous.
No matter what, he was a ghost. If he was really arrested by the police for trespassing into a private house …
Wouldn't he be treating himself too badly?
Self-discipline was self-discipline, but there was no need to torture himself.
After all, this was his former home.
However, when the door was pushed open …
The person who walked in …
Was actually a familiar figure.
Doctor Lin stood at the door and looked at Zhou Ze, who was standing in the living room. Her face was filled with shock and panic as she said,
"You … Why are you here?"
Zhou Ze was also speechless,
He bought his own house …
It was Doctor Lin?
"Listen to my explanation," Lin Wanqiu said.
"Listen to my explanation," Zhou Ze said.
The two said the same thing at the same time.
Lin Wanqiu was panicking because she felt that Zhou Ze had discovered evidence of her "mental infidelity", she found this place.
She was his wife, but she bought the house left behind by another man and kept cleaning it. Because of that man, she refused to share the same room with him.
Doctor Lin felt that she was in the wrong.
Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere did not last long,
Because something even more awkward happened,
"Boss, I accidentally wet my clothes."
The female corpse walked out with a towel wrapped around her as she spoke,
She walked to the living room,
In the living room,
Standing between Zhou Ze and Lin Wanqiu,