Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 40: 0 Demon Night

　　Tongcheng has a relatively famous place in recent years, not because of its economy or its snacks, but because of its college entrance examination.

　　 For most of the senior high school students in the country, the Tongcheng simulation volume is comparable to the Huanggang dense volume.

　　 Of course, these things had no effect on Zhou Ze, and his bookstore had long been rid of his dependence on "living business".

　　 has completed the industrial structure upgrade and transformation, making money for the dead.

　　 However, the last time I found myself fat, I found myself again.

　　The purpose is very simple. The next semester is the semester of the college entrance examination. The fat man intends to work on a larger one and do a pirated intensive business.

　　 There should be a lot of twists and turns, and even a very complicated interest chain. Zhou Ze is not very clear. In fact, Zhou Ze believes that Xu Le will not know.

　　The reason why the fat man planned to pull Xu Le into the team last time and this time was totally because he wanted to use some of Xu Le's interpersonal relationships.

　　 Xu Le is in this middle, in fact, a middleman who is satisfied with both sides.

　　 silly,

　　 is the most reassuring.

Piracy is an unavoidable Kaner in domestic social life nowadays, and even the so-called "cottage" culture derived from it seems to be vigorous and in full swing. It has even begun to gradually break away from the category of derogatory words and begin to develop into neutral words. .

　　 But it is illegal to say ten thousand and ten thousand. Although the current trend makes this phenomenon almost universal, but if bad luck is really caught, it is always a very troublesome thing.

　　Zhou Ze rejected the fat man, and the fat man left with a little depression. The fat man standing at the door when he left lit a cigarette and touched the gold chain where he lost his gold powder.

　　 scolded:

　　 "Sabi."

　　Zhou Ze continued to sit behind the counter and read the book. The visit of the fat man was nothing more than an episode in his life at this time.

　　The female corpse, as usual, sits in a chair with her eyes closed after cleaning the bookstore, leaning against the wall, as if in a daze, or as if sleeping.

　　The lives of the two people were stained with an atmosphere similar to the old lady's foot-cloth.

　　Zhou Zeyi was complacent and thought of the most anticipated thing in his previous life, which was living in this way, wasting time, wasting time, reading books, and dazed.

　　 does not need to be prepared to face the emergency number at any time, nor does he need to urge himself to climb up little by little every moment.

　　 For the female corpse, she has been lying in the coffin for two hundred years. She has long been accustomed to dullness and silence. Now, it is just drizzle.

　　Compared with the bookstore's "quietness like water", Xu Qinglang was much more aggressive and prosperous. He has a generous net worth, and he doesn't have much pursuit of metaphysics. Instead, he wants to rely on his own ability to make money to develop.

　　 Therefore, Xu Qinglang was very unhappy with the decadent wind of the master and servant next door!

　　 "Look at you, every day is too lazy to be like a dead man." Xu Qinglang came to smoke a cigarette after a busy day as usual, and brought some ridicule to Zhou Ze.

　　 "I was a dead man." Zhou Ze waved his hand and spit out a smoke ring.

　　 "Look at you, people who have lived for two lifetimes, and now they don't have much money in hand, but I have a dozen or so suite men who are still struggling."

　　As usual, after depreciating Zhou Ze, you have to tout yourself.

　　Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang and smiled: "Are you preparing yourself for a dowry?"

　　 "Dogs can't vomit ivory in their mouths." Xu Qinglang raised his head and looked at the night sky (roof). "I want to live more comfortably when I grow old."

"Twenty sets of Yangzhai houses have attracted the ghost lady to come and carry you back in the eighth big sedan. You should work harder, earn more money, buy more houses, and fight for what you think is a female ghost king next time. , My ghost messenger can also follow you.

　　 Goufu is rich, don't forget each other. "

　　 "Haha." The fake female body next to him cooperates well with his boss.

　　 "It's almost eight o'clock, I have to prepare." Xu Qinglang looked at the time and said.

　　 "What?" Zhou Ze was a little surprised.

　　Under normal circumstances, Xu Qinglang rests very early in the evening.

　　 "This is the day when the Confucian Temple opens. Isn't it the college entrance examination that has not taken place in a few months? I have a relative and child in my hometown who will take the college entrance examination this year.

　　 "You are willing to go about this?" Zhou Ze knew Xu Qinglang's temperament, saying that he was indifferent and selfish, and had passed a little, but he was always too lazy to take care of other things besides making money.

　　 "I had eaten his family's food when I was a child, and received relief from his family. Otherwise, I don't know if I can live to wait for the demolition, so this human relationship has to be paid back." Xu Qinglang said seriously.

　　 "Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

　　 "Or, let's go together?" Xu Qinglang suddenly invited, "Help me grab a head incense?"

　　 "The Temple of Literature is also rare?"

　　 "Hey, it's always a good color, isn't it."

　　 "I don't have much strength." Zhou Ze had seen how crazy those people who grab the top fragrant. His body is really hard to eat, unless he uses his nails to open the way, but he can't put down everyone around him, right?

　　 "Please chant her." Xu Qinglang pointed to the female corpse, "Strong as a cow, help me carry a wave."

　　 The female corpse frowned, ready to be ironic.

　　 "Do you want to go around?" Xu Qinglang raised his eyebrows.

　　Swallow the words at the mouth of the woman's body, and smile for a while.

　　 These days, she has never stepped out of the bookstore.

　　 There is no way, Zhou Ze can only nod and promise, he can't worry about the female body running alone, don't look at her as a maid and maidservant like a sweetheart, the heart is separated from the belly, not to mention the "heart" zombie?

　　Zhou Ze even believed that if one day his abilities disappeared, the first person who might have eaten up his flesh and blood might be the female corpse who is now a slave to her own slave.

　　The three people took a taxi to the Confucian Temple. Outside the Confucian Temple, it was said that there were a lot of people and people, but it was wrapped in three layers and three layers.

　　 Poor parents in the world.

　　 Xu Qinglang met with the relative and husband he said outside the Confucian Temple, two middle-aged people who looked very loyal and honest.

Their son certainly didn’t come. Everyone is now fighting for a lottery, but no one really cares about trusting this really high school, and they can hardly see people of student age at the scene. They should all study at home. of.

The Confucian Temple in Tongcheng is "washing the door" after the year. As for why it was not put in the year ago, it may be that the Confucius masters in the Confucian Temple feel a bit humiliating to fight for the incense in the New Year with the gang of ghosts, ghosts, and gods.

　　 is not as good as

　　Look at the indifferent traffic in front of your door, and my followers here are like clouds, and the B grid appears.

　　 As for the specific reasons and how the rest of the country is, Zhou Ze is not clear. The meaning of customs is inexplicable rules. Who can make it clear?

　　 Just as the online frenzy of Tongcheng in a city next door to a father-in-law's wedding at a father-in-law's wedding ceremony, they can also engage in the so-called custom, which is even more unreasonable.

　　 "Squeak",

　　 The mahogany door was opened,

　　 Parents who waited outside for a while turned into "monsters" and rushed into the Temple of Literature.

　　 The female corpse took the lead, Xu Qinglang followed his relatives and couples, followed by Zhao Zilong's posture on Changbanpo.

　　Zhou Ze didn't follow along to join in the excitement, so he crouched outside the door and smoked.

　　 smoking, Zhou Ze unexpectedly found that the cigarette **** in his hand suddenly went out.

　　Zhou Ze re-ordered, but the next draw, but suddenly became tasteless.

　　 "Hehe." Zhou Ze dropped the cigarette **** and looked around. He knew that his cigarette was offered as an incense.

　　Do not eat fragrance, ignore tribute,

　　In order to smoke this mortal cigarette alone,

　　 wouldn't know which way is a ghost, a ghost.

　　Zhou Ze naturally did not have the anger of "fucking, actually dare to **** Laozi's smoking", he was a stowaway a month ago, and he became a temporary worker half a month later.

　　 There is no such thing as "chicken and dog ascension" and "this road is my drive".

　　 "Wow!"

　　 a gong sound,

　　 On this night, it seemed so abrupt and so harsh.

　　 Zhou Ze looked at the past,

　　In the flower garden behind the Confucian Temple, a dwarf old man came out with a small gong in his hand, a cigarette in his mouth, and jumped out.

　　 The old man also deliberately glanced at Zhou Ze, opened his mouth, and spit out a ring of smoke, as if to thank Zhou Ze for his cigarette.

　　Zhou Ze also smiled,

　　 lit all the remaining cigarettes with a lighter and placed them on the ground one by one, leaving only one to smoke.

　　 Soon, the smoke on the ground was extinguished, and the dwarf old man jumped more joyfully, seeming to be more and more pleasing to this younger generation, who was bulging in his small pocket, which should be full of cigarettes.

　　The gnomish old gong opened the way,

　　 behind him, slowly followed a group of people.

　　 Not the parents who just squeezed into the Temple of Literature,

　　 is a group of people with strange costumes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The first few, lupin fan scarves, staggering, with a gray face, followed the footsteps of the old man slowly forward.

After 　　, there were two large braids with greasy eyes, dull eyes, and still following the old man.

For some people after 　　, the clothing has become more and more modern. The last few, even wearing modern clothes, are no different from ordinary high school students.

　　 But some of them have a pale green face, and some have broken skulls,

　　 Out of professional habits, Zhou Ze soon analyzed that the following students either died of poisoning or jumped off the building.

　　 One of them was a bit familiar, as if he had seen his photos when he was in the news a few years ago. Because of a malfunction of a mock test, he committed suicide by jumping off the building under pressure.

　　The dwarf old man walked forward while knocking on the gong, and the group of "scholar students" behind them followed them like a puppet,

　　 They are like a parade,

　　 circling around the Temple of Literature.

　　 And pedestrians nearby,

　　No one can see them except Zhou Ze.

"boom!"

　　 a gong sound,

　　 "You don't need a tall building to settle down, you have your own golden house!" the hoarse voice of the gnome old shouted.

"boom!"

　　 is another gong,

　　 "Moving a wife does not hate any good medium, the book has Yan Ruyu!"

　　The gnome old man continued to shout.