I walked back to the tavern slowly, Bai Wuchang was there, and so was Yao Meier.
"Little brother, this female ghost can't go to the underworld or enter reincarnation. I can't help you, Old Bai!" Bai Wuchang was very embarrassed. Wouldn't this ruin his job? But what can he do? He can't defeat her.
"Little brother, the slave family has decided that this sister cannot be sent to the underworld." Lingyu was very forceful, which was her usual style.
What could Bai Ze do? He glanced at Hei Wuchang.
Hei Wuchang looked up at the sky, as if he was really looking at something.
Sighing helplessly, there is nothing we can do!
"Lingyu, it's not like you don't know that if the newly deceased ghosts don't go to the underworld in time to wait for reincarnation, they can become lonely ghosts!" Bai Wuchang tried to reason. Since fists can't work, then use reason.
to convince.
"I understand, but don't you have a solution?" Lingyu completely ignored the logic.
Bai Wuchang was helpless. Hei Wuchang moved his mouth, as if to remind Bai Wuchang something.
Bai Wuchang had no choice but to make this decision.
"There is a way, and that is for Yao Meier to be a maid for the little brother." After Bai Wuchang finished speaking, he hurriedly walked aside.
Lingyu raised her eyebrows. This seemed to be a feasible solution, but shouldn't the maid...
Looking at Yaoyao on the left and Bai Ze on the right, they seem to be quite suitable.
Yao Meier and Bai Ze didn't understand the meaning of maid, so they concluded the contract in a daze.
Bai Ze felt strange after being looked at. As for what was strange, he still couldn't tell with his current knowledge.
In this way, Yao Meier became a member of the tavern. She was usually responsible for the tavern's wine production and beverage improvement. As expected of a girl, this was her ingenuity.
When she is not busy, Yao Meier will lead Lingyu to improve the ranking.
I can only pray silently that the people I'm getting married with will be well and don't get angry.
Within a few minutes of the start, a person with the ID surname Ma Ye Huateng started shouting.
"Do you know how to play? If you don't know how to play, go back to your mother's womb. What a piece of rubbish."
"You guys, shooter assistants, are blind. Didn't you see the group started? You can't get over it with all your whining. Even the old lady at the entrance of the village is better than you."
"What kind of plane are you doing? This is not the time to start a group tour. Are you so anxious to reincarnate?"
Lingyu was so angry, why did this person speak so poorly?
As soon as Bai Ze saw this expression, he knew that the game was ruined.
I looked at it happily, but felt that typing was not enough, so I turned on the microphone directly, and the mouth was like a machine gun, chattering endlessly.
The game lasted for a total of fifteen minutes, and this guy cursed for eleven minutes.
Every word has a curse word, no repeated words.
Lingyu grabbed the phone and was about to smash it down.
When Bai Ze saw this, he immediately stopped him. He also bought the paper phone with money. Although he knew that the fake phone was of good quality, how could the phone be safe when he was angry?
“Sister, don’t be angry, this kind of thing happens all the time on the Internet.
No wonder, happiness is the most important thing in life, and girls who love to laugh will not have bad luck.
Sister, please smile." Yao Meier blinked, looking a little playful and cute.
Lingyu took back his phone, why is this game so difficult?
During opening time, the store is naturally greeted by human customers.
It's just that in the past few days, the people coming here are no longer the usual ones. There are all kinds of people, men, women, old and young, and there is something inexplicable about them.
Bai Ze seemed to have thought of something and spoke again: "Brother Bai, will this tavern no longer be open to human guests?"
"It's true to say that the tavern will gradually disappear from the minds of the world and be replaced by nothing.
Only people who are dying, people who are unlucky, or people who are already dead will come to the tavern." Bai Wuchang spoke slowly.
"Old Bai, you are wrong. If you are obsessed, even if you are not about to die, you will still appear in the tavern." Bai Wuchang added.
Bai Ze was confused when he heard this. Without the income from the human world, he still has to eat?
Eat? Sleep? Hey, it seems like I haven’t eaten in a long time. The last meal was eight days ago, and the last sleep was seven days ago. It seems like I don’t live like a human anymore.
No matter what, as long as the body does not die, the soul will live on forever.
I touched my arm, it was tender and the muscle lines were very smooth.
Well, this fleshy feeling is still a human being. As long as you are a human being, what's the problem if you don't eat or sleep?
Is it possible that the body can still be sanctified? Impossible, impossible!
Before I could think of anything, a guest from the underworld arrived, interrupting my train of thought.
Bai Ze turned around and looked over. He was full of fat and oily!
"Boss, hurry up!"
The man felt very bad as soon as he came in. He put his legs on the table and held his head, thinking about something.
After thinking for a while, I noticed how slow it was and immediately spoke.
"It's so slow. No wonder the business is not good. It would be a waste of money, a waste of time, and a waste of life."
After hearing this tone of voice, Bai Ze slowly turned to Lingyu.
Lingyu was so angry that she didn't expect retribution to come so quickly. Before she could take action, the troll came to the tavern.
Dealing with him will only happen sooner or later, so there is no need to rush.
Bai Ze put the noodles on the table nonchalantly.
"What kind of attitude do you have? Believe it or not, I will complain to you. I will give you a bad review and make it impossible for you to open this store."
The big belly is very arrogant, and it seems that the boss is the second child.
"I'm sorry, this store is about to close down. There's no need for you to complain, and there's no need for you to bother leaving negative reviews." To deal with trolls is to leave them speechless.
The big belly was choked, and there were still a lot of words waiting to be said, but it was so hard to be blocked back. It was really uncomfortable to hold it in.
Looking at the noodles, they are cooked so slowly, but I want to see if they can be made delicious. If they are not delicious, hum...
When I took a bite of it, my pupils dilated with my big belly. It was so delicious.
His appetite was very honest, and he devoured each mouthful, but his mouth was still trying to show off: "What the hell, the noodles are made like this, and it's hard to take them out. It's like pig food, hard to eat."
If they weren't hungry, the pig wouldn't even eat anything." The big belly kept finding faults one by one.
"I'm sorry, I whetted your appetite. To express my apology, I gave you this wine for free." Bai Ze smiled and bowed, full of sincerity!
Big Belly was very satisfied, so he started to criticize and give advice. This negative review must be given.
"You have a story and I have wine. Drink this glass of wine and your life will not be in vain." Bai Ze said the opening words in a low voice.
"Haha, your boss is really interesting. You have to listen to stories while drinking. As long as the story is long, you can still drink all night?" The potbelly smiled disdainfully.
After a glass of wine, I just said something cool.
As the ecstasy wine entered his throat, the memories of his life came one after another.
The fat belly used to have a lot of things to say, but all of them turned into crying.
Lingyu looked really happy, and she let out a bad breath.
The pot-bellied man's name is Xie Fei. He stayed at home for a period of time and developed a problem.
It's dangerous outside, there are viruses everywhere, and he can't go out, so speaking as he pleases on the Internet has become his daily routine.
Never ask what's right or wrong, just do whatever you want. When you see the comments from netizens, you follow them one after another and leave comments about why don't you die.
In his mind, he wears a mask on the Internet, knows no one, and makes random comments. What can be done to him?