The Thoughtful Boss

On the way back, Zhou Ze was driving. The old Daoist priest was not suitable to drive in his current state.

"Boss, is that woman really your evil debt from your previous life?"

"What did you hear?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Er, don't worry, boss. I'll keep your secret!" The old Daoist priest patted his thin chest.

"The dead are the best at keeping secrets."

"…"

Creak…

The car braked and stopped.

The old Daoist priest was shocked.

Shit.

Was he really going to silence them?

Zhou Ze reached out to touch his cigarette out of habit, but he realized that he had run out of cigarettes. He looked at the old Daoist priest and wanted to ask him for a cigarette, but he realized that the old Daoist priest was grabbing his knees and shivering.

Was he really scared?

Zhou Ze patted the old Daoist priest's shoulder.

"Hello."

"Ah!"

The old Daoist priest called out and looked at Zhou Ze.