Midnight Bookstore Chapter 435 – The Missing Ghost

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The Old Priest's laughter was too bold. After all, he had been depressed in the detention center for a long time and was worried every day. This laughter was a bit exaggerated.

It was also possible that after drinking, the smell of alcohol spewed out of his mouth, and the taste was a bit strong. He even ate a few cloves of garlic in the small restaurant earlier.

The middle-aged driver did not know what had happened but his hand suddenly trembled. The book that he had just received fell through the gap behind the front seat.

“Hey, it's okay. I'll help you pick it up.”

The Old Priest bent down and picked up the book again. He casually flipped through it. Generally, this kind of summer homework exercise book for primary school students was composed of three parts: Chinese, Math, and English.

The Old Priest felt quite familiar with this elementary school student named “w.a.n.g Rui.” There were probably a lot of children named w.a.n.g Rui in this world, right? The Old Priest also didn't a.s.sociate her with Lin Ke.

“Yo, this writing is pretty good. It's just that this writing is a little too deliberate, but it's really good-looking. Hey, this diary composition is also pretty good.”

“Today, I was reading in the South Street bookstore. I read a book called Uncle Tom's cabin. After reading this book, I felt very melancholic. Uncle Tom is so pitiful. What did he do wrong…”

The Old Priest slapped his forehead. What a coincidence, his own bookstore was also on South Street. There was a second idiot in this world who was as stupid as the boss to open a bookstore in a prime location.

'Hehe, the boss should not be lonely anymore, right?'

He turned to the second page. There was a diary entry every day. The number of words required was not much. It was impossible to have too high a requirement for elementary school students in lower grades.

“Today, I was reading in a bookstore on South Street. There was an old grandpa called Lu Fangweng who taught me tai chi for a while. The old grandpa's name was the same as Lu You's. The old grandpa was very kind and loving. He had a small pet. It was furry and very cute…”

'Hehe, that bookstore also had a person with the same name as him.'

“What a coincidence…” The Old Priest was stunned.

He held the book in his hand and suddenly raised his head. He found that the driver had already parked the car by the side of the road. His gaze was fixed on the Old Priest.

“Why is this book in your car?” The Old Priest asked in puzzlement. Although he was drunk, he guessed that this was Little Loli's summer homework!

It was difficult for Little Loli's diary to be written in the tone of an elementary school student. This child was even writing happily.

“You know her?” The middle-aged driver asked.

“Ah, yes, I know her. I'm quite familiar with her.” The Old Priest nodded and said, “Since this is hers, I'll bring it back with me. Hey, don't stop. Drive straight. Follow the Number 4 bus and drive a bit further. When you reach the bookstore, you can drop me off. Thank you, brother. I'll treat you to tea when we get there.”

The middle-aged driver's expression softened when he heard the word bookstore. “Wait a minute. I want to deliver something.”

“It's okay. You go ahead and do what you need to do. I'm not in a hurry.” The Old Priest waved his hand and indicated for the driver to do as he pleased. He was. .h.i.tching a ride for free anyways. Naturally, he could not ask too much.

“Little Loli's homework is actually with me. How could she not be careful? Could it be that she got tired of homework and simply threw away her book? That's not right. This homework is all done.” The Old Priest muttered to himself as he tucked the book into his arms. He thought of returning it to her when he returned to the bookstore.

If he found an ordinary child's homework book that had been left in an unfamiliar car, the Old Priest would definitely get angry. His imagination would run wild. He'd be worried that the child was in some kind of danger.

'However, this was Little Loli's book. Who could harm Little Loli?'

The Old Priest's hindsight was understandable. Anyone who lost a pet cat would probably be furious but anyone who lost a tigress would be calm. The ones who had to worry were the kidnappers.

It was fate that he had just come out of the detention center and found Little Loli's homework book on his way back. The Old Priest felt that he was a blessed person.

“Bang!”

The back door was suddenly opened by the driver. The driver pounced on him with a white cloth in his hand. The white cloth was wet.

The Old Priest was stunned for a moment. He immediately reacted. Both of his hands immediately grabbed the cus.h.i.+ons on both sides of his body, and he kicked him!

A m.u.f.fled sound rang out. The middle-aged driver was kicked out of the car. He fell onto the road. He raised his head. The face of the driver was filled with disbelief. 'This old man's skills were sharp!'

The Old Priest had practiced the martial arts world for most of his life. His life at the bookstore was not action-packed. Most of the time, he wasn't of much use other than being a supporter. However, it depends on what he encountered. He did not have many skills against monsters or dead souls. However, he was still a capable man in his early 70s. People with a weak body would have been beaten to death by the villagers long before they reached adulthood if they had followed the Old Daoist's “Lightning” const.i.tution. How could they live to be seventy years old?

“What are you doing? Who exactly are you?” The Old Daoist roared.

Then the Old Daoist thought for a moment. His voice lowered a little. He asked, “Do you have a grudge against w.a.n.g Rui? Have you just been humiliated by her?”

If Little Loli met someone she didn't like, they would be in bad luck because of her bad temper. The Old Priest had never thought of a possibility where something had happened to Little Loli. If something happened to Little Loli, it wouldn't happen to an ordinary person, right? Then, everyone in the bookstore would be very nervous except w.a.n.g Ke, Little Loli's father.

The middle-aged driver looked around. It was afternoon and there were many cars nearby. He did not dare to delay any longer. He took out a dagger from his pocket and rushed over again.

It was very straightforward. It was very decisive. It was also very ruthless.

Only those useless hooligans liked to wave a knife in front of you and say ruthless words that they thought were very awesome. A truly ruthless person would just take out his knife and do it. He would not give a speech!

The Old Daoist did not dare to be careless when he saw the knife. He stepped back. He opened the door and he rolled out of the car. The driver pounced on him from the car seat, but the Old Daoist dodged quickly and missed.

“Bang!”

The Old Daoist who had just gotten out of the car immediately stood up. He did not run away. Instead, he grabbed the car door with one hand and slammed it against the driver's head. It was a hard hit.

The Old Daoist opened the car door again and planned to subdue this fellow. Previously, he felt that the driver would be a little pitiful if he was beaten up by Little Loli. However, he dared to use a knife on him. The Old Daoist was going to teach him a good lesson!

The Old Daoist was about to grab the other party's wrist and reach for the knife. The driver suddenly jumped forward. He was in intense pain. He pounced on the Old Daoist.

The two men intertwined and rolled on the road. The driver raised his dagger and was about to stab the Old Priest. The Old Priest immediately locked his legs. He stabbed his arms into the driver's armpits and exerted force fiercely! This move of locking people was the most suitable for this kind of situation.

“Ah!” The driver cried out. His four limbs had been twisted and turned. The dagger in his hand fell. The Old Priest did not show any mercy. With a flip, he sat on the driver's body.

The Old Priest relied solely on his ruthlessness in fighting although the Old Priest was a martial artist. Even though he may seem very fierce to ordinary people, to people who truly knew kung fu, he was not fierce enough.

The Old Priest arched his body to the left and into the guy's face. He punched him repeatedly! “Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”

The driver's face turned red and green. He was unlucky to have met the Old Priest who had drunk alcohol and suffered for so long in the detention center. The Old Priest was purely venting his anger on this guy.

After a round of beating, the Old Daoist rubbed his fist and got off the driver. There were pa.s.sing cars that saw this scene. No one stopped to meddle in this matter.

The Old Daoist did not dare to beat this guy to death. He had been in the detention center for a month. There was a traffic light not far ahead on the road. There should be a camera.

The Old Daoist took out a cell phone from the driver's body. The driver had already been beaten senselessly. The Old Daoist used his finger to unlock it.

Then, the Old Daoist dialed his boss's number.

“h.e.l.lo.” A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. The Old Man's heart immediately felt warm. The Boss's voice was so pleasant to the ear.

“Boss, it's me! It's me!!!” The Old Daoist shouted.

The other end of the phone went silent. The Old Daoist was even more touched. His boss must be choking. The boss must have heard his voice and gotten excited.

However, the voice on the other end of the phone replied after a while, “Who are you?”

“…” the Old Daoist.