In general, except for the two days after returning from the task world, Zhao Zhu's daily routine was very regular. Although he slept a bit late last night, at 7 o'clock, Zhao Zhu still got up, changed into a more relaxed outfit, put his phone and card in his pocket, greeted the people who had just started work at the tea house, and began to jog along the Su Embankment.

  Even in the early morning, there are many tourists strolling along West Lake, but this tourist area is well-managed, so apart from the crowds, there's nothing too uncomfortable, and both the air and the breeze are very pleasant.

  Zhao Zhu ran two laps around the Su Causeway and Bai Causeway, slightly sweating, feeling about right after running back to the tea house. In the tea house, delicate Hangzhou dim sum had been prepared for Zhao Zhu.

  In the tea house, Zhao Zhu is the most honored guest.

  Zhao Zhu first went back to his room to take a shower, then came down to have breakfast. As he was eating, Fan Pian happened to walk over, his beard disheveled but his eyes gleaming brightly. He put the remaining cards in front of Zhao Zhu and also ladled himself a bowl of porridge to eat.

  "What time are your two friends' flights? I'll send someone to pick them up."

  "No need, you're also tired, I'll just go pick him up myself."

  "Haha, tired or not, I feel that while reorganizing these cards, my own level is also being upgraded imperceptibly. I really enjoy this feeling. Here's my car key, go drive it."

  "Just enjoy it."

  "After all, one's body is the capital of revolution. After finishing breakfast, I'll take a nap. Tonight, I'll invite you and your friend to dinner, how about that?"

  "Okay."

  "Alright, thank you."

  Fan said this "thank you" was not really polite, but because he clearly understood that since Zhao Zhu agreed to introduce the friends in those two groups to him, it meant acknowledging his relationship with that small group. In the future, if he needed help or encountered difficulties, at least he knew who to turn to for assistance, as for whether they would be willing to help, that was another matter.

  After having breakfast, Zhao Zhuo sat in the tea house for a while. Actually, Xiong Zhiqi had given him his flight number last night. Zhao Zhuo took a look at the time and felt that it was about right, so he went to pick up the car and headed to the airport.

  ……

  In the parking lot outside the airport, Zhao Zhu sat in the car waiting for a late flight. He was playing with a few cards in his hand. As he played, Zhao Zhu suddenly stopped moving and the cards floated in front of him. His gaze turned to a car parked in front of him. At this time, a young woman wearing a dress and carrying a small bag opened the door and got into the car.

  This young woman is normal, this car is also normal, what's not normal is... This should be the tenth person in Zhao Zhu's impression to get into that car, it was just an ordinary sedan, not some kind of van.

  There were young urban white-collar workers, uncles wearing casual clothes, pregnant women, employees with anxious expressions, men and women, old and young, they all looked very ordinary, very normal. However, as ten people got on the bus one after another, not a single person got off, and that bus remained stationary, which was completely abnormal.

  Zhao Zhu stretched out his hand, rummaged through the small drawer in the car and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He didn't have the habit of smoking, but at this moment, he wanted to light one up, just to find something to do.

  He lit a cigarette, blew out a ring of smoke, Zhao Zhu smiled slightly, and flicked the ash off the window sill, his expression didn't seem too unnatural.

  Zhao Zhu knew that he had probably encountered another dirty thing. He remembered that Zhu Jianping had said before that he would try not to walk with him in the future, because the probability of seeing ghosts was too high. Zhao Zhu was just waiting for a friend in the parking lot, but he still encountered this kind of thing. It seemed that since entering the world of horror web literature, he himself was "compatible" with such dirty things in reality.

  Niu Yanlei Zhao Zhu didn't bring anything with him, except for a set of cards on his body, there were no other props.

  However, this is not the only way, he can use his own spiritual power to forcibly pierce through the illusion in front of him and see the essence of that thing. But doing so would be equivalent to tearing off the ghost's clothes, which is almost no different from standing in front of a ghost with a peach wood sword and righteous words, saying that one wants to uphold justice on behalf of heaven.

  But Zhao Zhuo... didn't plan to get involved in this trivial matter, he wouldn't care what the filthy thing in front of him was doing or wanted to do, as long as it didn't provoke him, he would just go and be a spectator. There were so many ghosts in the world, he couldn't manage them all, and besides, he was the kind of person who seemed to easily encounter ghosts, even less energy to deal with one ghost after another.

  After checking with the flight software, it was found that due to weather changes, Xiong Zhiqi's plane would not land in Hangzhou for about half an hour. Zhao Zhuang simply opened the car DV and started playing music, his eyes slightly closed as if he were dozing off.

  He had just closed his eyes for less than ten minutes when someone started knocking on the window of Zhao Zhu's car. In fact, as this person approached his own car, Zhao Zhu had already noticed her presence, because even with his eyes closed, his spiritual power could still thoroughly perceive the situation around him, not to mention that there was something in front of him, and it was impossible for Zhao Zhu to really fall asleep without being aware of it.

  The one knocking on the car window was a woman in her thirties, wearing revealing clothes, looking so-so but with a pretty good figure, which could add some points, belonging to the type of big foreign horse.

  Zhao Zhu rolled down the car window and looked at her.

  "Sir, may I come up and chat with you?" The woman said this while intentionally pulling down her already low neckline, one of her XXX was already exposed, and the plump brown areola also came out to breathe. The provocative meaning could no longer be described as obvious, because it was completely naked.

  It's already very clear, she belongs to the type that comes out to work, but doesn't seem like those sex workers with fixed locations. She belongs to the type that looks for clients in parking lots, generally judging by the client's car model to decide whether to approach and seek work opportunities. After all, people who drive good cars usually don't lack that bit of money to play around, it's much more efficient than standing on the street to solicit customers, and tips will also be a lot more. Most importantly, she doesn't have to endure the layered "exploitation" like those sisters in KTVs, hair salons, and other clubs, the income she earns basically all goes into her own pocket.

  Zhao Zhu has certain requirements in this regard, it can't be said that he is a cleanliness freak, but he doesn't like to have relationships with this kind of woman. He isn't short on money, or women, and he doesn't have any special fetishes, so there's no need for him to settle for something like this. Therefore, he simply shook his head, indicating that he didn't require such a service.

  The woman, seeing herself being rejected, had her previously exposed chest ignored as well. She let out a cold snort and gave Zhao Zhu a dirty look before pulling up her collar again. With a flick of her hips, she turned towards the next target - the car in front of Zhao Zhu, which clearly had some issues.

  Zhao Zhu suddenly felt a bit amused and also speechless, "What a woman who is asking for death!"

  In fact, Zhao Zhu didn't care about other people's life or death, he was even quite indifferent.

  However, if the woman really got into that car in front, she would have some consequences, and Zhao Zhuo would also be responsible. Thinking that the woman who had just shown him her breasts was about to "go to her death", Zhao Zhuo felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart, so he let out a sigh and honked the horn.

  "Mooooo..."

  The woman who had walked halfway heard the horn of a car behind her and turned around in confusion.

  Zhao Zhu's hand was placed outside the car window and beckoned, saying: "Get in the car."