"Uh......" Little Winter Melon has only heard of breaking people and throwing them on the side of the road to beg for money, which is called meat dumplings. But he never thought that this cruel ancient art would be passed on to his hands, and he couldn't help but shudder, and said:

"Seventh Uncle...... I...... I'm too young to take on this responsibility!"

"Hmph!" Seeing that the little winter melon was unwilling to learn, the ghost hand showed displeasure on his face:

"I know that you, like your godfather, look down on these things handed down by the ancestors of the Pure Clothes Sect, forget it, let's go, I'm going to sleep!"

The ghost pulled down his face and gave an eviction order to the little winter melon.

"Well, the little winter melon patrols the street for my uncle. The little winter melon was eager to leave, and turned to leave, but he couldn't bear to look at the pestle on the ground, and asked:

"Yes...... But uncle, you won't really cut him up, will you? It's so late now, why don't you rest early and start tomorrow!"

"Hmph, if he doesn't tell the secret of this slingshot, I'll dismantle him!"

The little winter melon had no choice but to bow down and hide out of the door with anxiety.

Only then did the ghost hand turn around and look at the pestle, threatening fiercely:

"Boy, since you don't want to tell me the truth, then don't blame the old man for being spicy! I fed a big black dog in my backyard, and I'll use you to practice tonight!"

"Dry ...... What are you doing, you old thing want to feed me to the dog?" The pestle was startled again, and his heart was full of resentment, and he was secretly anxious: This old thing is all crooked and heretical, and he can't sit still! But he was tied up strongly, and he really couldn't think of a way to get out.

At this time, the ghost hand smiled coldly, and his face was full of evil: "Hmph, feeding the dog will be cheaper for you, I want to make you into a peerless work......!

The ghost hand laughed weirdly, staring at the pestle in horror:

"Human-beast combination? you...... You old pervert can't you be a bitch, you have to ...... Let me be like an old cripple...... Oh my God! I can't think ......."

"Hey, hey, hey," Seeing that the pestle was flustered, Sai Ghost Hand slowly turned around and spread the sheepskin on the table, gently touching those needles and knives and laughing, his expression was really like that of King Yama.

After laughing, he narrowed his triangular eyes and turned back to squat down in front of the pestle, using a knife to circle along the pestle's cheek, and his hoarse voice showed a mutilated old yellow tooth:

"Speaking of which, this kind of secret art is almost lost now, and it can be said to be the intangible cultural heritage left by the ancestors! Hmph, fortunately, the old decay still has some memories, and it can be reproduced in the rivers and lakes according to the methods of the ancients, hahahaha! Alas, it's a pity for my big black dog......

The ghost hand laughed wildly, and the ruthless femme fatale under the appearance of the old dragon bell was exposed.

Although the pestle was afraid, he didn't know what the old thief was going to do with him, so he couldn't help but scold:

"You old immortal dead pervert, you want to tell me directly, don't be verbose and scare the master! You remember to me, even if you are a ghost in the future, the master will dig you out of the grave and fill your stomach with dung, and put a mallet in your nine eyes!"

Seeing that the pestle was full of words, the race ghost hand snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to choke his jaws, picked up the rotten trouser fork on the ground and stuffed it into the pestle's mouth again: "Hmph, let you scream!"

"Woo woo woo ......" The pestle was anxious and angry and wanted to fight hard, but the five flowers couldn't even straighten up when they were tied up, so they could only curl up on the ground and struggle.

Sai Ghost Hand patted the face of the pestle with a knife, hung up his cheeks and smiled disdainfully, and said cruelly:

It is said that during the Qianlong period, the beggars of the dog and bear in Tiger Hill in Suzhou were caught when they were young, first poured with dumb medicine, and then pierced with a needle, and when the blood was drenched, the live dog and bear were skinned and wrapped on the body, and the blood of the human and bear was glued and never fell off, and then chained and led to the street to beg for money with a monster exhibition! Hehe, these ...... It's exciting to think about, it's challenging!"

Although the ghost hand spoke and chewed words with an unfathomable look, the pestle could still understand the general situation, and he was so frightened that he was dumbfounded and sweating like rain.

"What? This is not a story, there is a precedent! I think, after a while, I will strip you naked and prick you with a needle, and when the blood gushes all over your body, I will skin the big black dog alive and let you grow into one with it, and then send it to Thailand to perform with the ladyboy, how can it be worth tens of thousands! Hahahaha......

The ghost hand laughed wickedly, the demon wind gusted, and it was a complete ugly thing.

"Bang, Bang......" At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside. The ghost hand immediately stopped laughing, quickly turned off the light, and put it on the inside of the door to listen.

Like last time, there was a knock on the door four times, and the ghost hand smiled and turned on the light, and went out of the house to open the door.

After a while, I saw a sound of footsteps outside following a person, and the little winter melon also came in, explaining to the ghost hand: "We didn't want this laizi to come in and disturb you, but he said that there was good goods this time......

The ghost hand waved at the little winter melon and interrupted him: "Okay, you go outside and greet those little ghosts, and don't let people in." ”

"Hey!" the little winter melon retreated.

The pestle curled up on the ground saw clearly that the person who came in with the race ghost was a thirty-seven or eighteen-year-old sloppy stubble leprosy ghost, and it was none other than the second son of the loser Wang of the eldest sister Yang Xinhua!

Wang Erzi also carried a person on his back, so tired that he was hunched over and sweating profusely and didn't pay attention to the pestle. He slumped his shoulders and put the person on his back on the sofa, panting:

"Oh, the dosage has been used...... It's as heavy as a dead pig, but it exhausts me to death!"

The man was thrown on the couch by him, and his head was tilted, but he was motionless as if he were dead.

The pestle couldn't see the man's appearance, but he saw that he was very slender and seemed to be about the same age as himself.

"Grandma's, it's really a narrow road! This second son of the king doesn't do good things, but he inevitably gets a raw blank again!"

The pestle gritted his teeth with red eyes and cursed. However, he also knew that if he was recognized by the other party at this time, he would definitely have no good fruit to eat, so he quietly turned his head and kept silent.

Sure enough, Wang Erzi stretched his waist and gasped for a moment before speaking:

"Uncle Seven, this time this thin skin and tender meat looks pitiful, the key is still a foreign Jiangxi accent, cut off his leg and go to the overpass to keep it and buy it!"

The ghost stepped forward and looked at the person on the sofa slightly, stepped back, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did it come from?" ”

Wang Erzi laughed twice, and raised his thumb to guarantee the ticket: "Don't worry, this kid is from out of town, I've been staring at him for several days, and the second is hiding in Tibet like a chicken, and he's more fucking thief than a thief......"

"Huh?" Sai's face sank, "Be careful to flash your tongue when you talk nonsense!"

"Uh...... Hee-hee...... Hehe, I'm sorry, it's our Wang Er's stinky mouth that forgot to lock it!"

Wang Erzi hurriedly admitted his mistake with Xiaoxiao, and when he saw that the ghost hand was no longer angry, he smiled and asked, "What's the matter, do you want Uncle Seventh to ...... Give me a price?"

Sai Ghost Hand slowly turned around and looked unwelcome: "I haven't been short of raw billets recently, I just got one." ”

He pointed to the pestle on the ground and said lukewarmly: "Old rules, you can take a look." ”

"Hehe, hehe, this time this is really not bad!" Wang Erzi boasted while observing his words, and asked tentatively: "Or, two thousand?"

The ghost didn't move, and his index finger and thumb opened and replied coldly: "Eight hundred." ”

"One thousand five?" asked Wang Erzi with bated breath.

"Five hundred!" the ghost hand spread out his five fingers and pressed even lower.

"The most ...... At least one thousand!" Wang Erzi was unwilling and returned the favor.

Seeing that the other party was about to curl up his two fingers, he hurriedly agreed with a sad face: "Okay, okay, five hundred is five hundred!

Sai Ghost smiled coldly, took out a small bag from his pocket, and took out five Mao Grandpa and shook it in front of his eyes: "Don't regret it!"

"Hey, what do you regret, isn't this forced to be forced into debt!" Wang Erzi took the money with a bitter face and sighed:

"To be honest, this is also a man, if a woman were to rush to this little appearance, I would have accepted it as a second wife, how would I be willing to make zongzi!"

"Hmph, she's a woman. The ghost hand glanced at Wang Erzi, his face full of disdain.

"What, woman?" Wang Erzi was stunned when he heard this, and quickly leaned up and touched the man's chest, and was suddenly stupid:

"Grandma's, no wonder I always feel like two steamed buns on my back along the way...... It turned out to be a woman!"

"Alright, don't squeak crookedly, please!" the ghost turned his hand behind his back and gave the eviction order.

Unexpectedly, the second son of Wang had an epiphany and immediately repented.

put the money on the coffee table and shouted: "No, no, I won't sell it! Such a little handsome girl is put in my mother-in-law's shop, how can you play it once and get a hundred!"

He said as he set up the man on the couch and was leaving. Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the ghost hand reaching out from the table and touching a chopstick and shaking it suddenly, "Whoosh-boom-boom" The chopsticks brushed the tip of Wang Erzi's nose like lightning, and inserted it deeply into the door edge, and most of the exposed half of it still trembled.

"Ahh......h

The pestle was also stunned by the scene just now, and when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but be even more surprised. I saw that although the person put down by Wang Erzi was dressed as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man with short hair, he was very handsome with an apricot face, peach cheeks, and begonias!

The pestle was suddenly shocked, and secretly screamed in his heart: "Ah......hh