The capital city is much more lively than the ghost gate.

Although circulation is forbidden between cities, anything can be done inside the city, and the green fireworks overhead are popping and the sky is green.

Walking at the bottom, He Han and He Zhang looked at each other, everyone's faces were also green, and they looked very ghostly.

As soon as I entered the city, I saw an old lady and an old man talking indistinctly:

“…… You make it clear to him......"

“…… I can't be blamed for that, I can't help ......."

“…… You have to make it clear that I can't live a day like this......"

“…… Then you can't just bear with it......"

“…… One hundred and ninety-two years to go, I can't bear ......"

He Han He Zhang thought it was a sunset red love dispute, and stopped and listened with interest at the moment.

……

The old man and the old lady were pulling louder and louder, and the sound was getting louder and louder-

"It's all your fault!"

"You lack virtue and lose your conscience! You betrayed your life for the sake of the next life - you also applied for cram school, and signed up for eleven of them, can you learn well at such an old age?"

"Don't think I don't know! You boil oil and light the lamp every day, and you've just passed!"

The old lady seemed to be aggrieved, and at this moment, she looked at a strong force, and crackled and scolded the old man with blood.

……

The old man's hand couldn't help but loosen up—

"That'...... Then I'll pass too!"

The old lady was even angrier-

"Why did I fail? I wasn't Alzheimer's when I came down, you think you can pass me?!"

"Nonsense, that's because you don't study hard - look at you, waste the money your son sent you!"

The old man was silent for a moment, and then suddenly he slammed it again.

……

This sentence seemed to add fuel to the fire, and the old lady almost jumped up angrily:

"I'm fine, take a basic literacy class every day, and then go to the sunset red square dance to practice, how good my life is! You old Wang, you are just uneasy and kind-hearted, and finally have a chance to communicate with the human world, if you don't say anything, you will ask your family to send you tuition to go to cram school——"

The more the old lady spoke, the more angry she became: "Phew, shameless! Don't think I don't know, you didn't go to cram school at that time, you went to the old city to fight the little bully, you played slot machines! You also fought the landlord...... You just want to ask for more money!"

The old man's pale face was also slightly red, and he said hesitantly: "That...... Then I also signed up for cram school......"

"Phew, you can't help it, your online dating partner works in the Yin Heavenly Palace, you don't learn from her and don't deal with you!

……

He Han He Zhang listened to the black lines on his head.

In the human world, the daughter-in-law is called a scumbag if she is not dead.

In the underworld, the daughter-in-law is online if she doesn't die, and she is also called a scumbag.

It's just that the meaning of the two is different.

o(╯□╰)o

And...... This old king ......

He Han He Zhang looked up at their mother, but saw that He Huai also remembered-

"Isn't this Da Mao's father?"

After all, she is the first customer on the road to entrepreneurship, and their big Mao - Wang Maoen has contributed thousands, she remembers it very clearly.

……

I saw that the old man was also wronged-

"I've been gone for so many years, my wife is in good health, and she can't get down for a while, and I'm not allowed to deal with a target!"

"Besides, you don't complain about me for so many classes now, your cram school was chosen by yourself, and yours was the one whose son noted the make-up fee when he burned it, and every subject was clearly written...... How can you blame me!"

The old lady is not perverted in silence and explodes in silence, at this moment it is like a humanoid self-propelled nuclear reactor, and when it explodes, it can spit on the stars and spray Lao Wang's doubtful life-

"If you hadn't written to your son to sign up for cram school, how could my son have enrolled me in cram school and torture me like this!"

Her baby silly son, yo, burned several bundles of yellow paper in one go, and burned a pile of her cram school-

Now, this kind of money with special demands will be classified into the public account as soon as it reaches the underworld, and the government will forcibly arrange thirteen tutors, ranging from cultural classes to artistic training.

There is no hope for ghosts.

……

As long as the old lady thinks of this kind of torture, she feels painful, and she has no way to find her son, so she can only find Lao Wang.

Lao Wang was also not convinced: "You really can't blame me for this, your son wrote to you, you posted it to Moments, and he had to give you the class you signed up for—so that you persecuted the child so much! Look, the child can't stand resisting!"

As he spoke, he actually became proud: "Hahahaha, you forced the child to sleep only five or six hours a day...... Well deserved!"

The old lady was going to die again, and at the moment she was panting: "I'm all for his good and for his future!"

The old man added fuel to the fire—

"Your son is also for your future! Look, why don't you know that you feel sorry for your children -- with so much money, is it easy for others to earn money and burn paper in the human world? Why don't you old woman know how to be considerate of children!"

Old lady:......

She always felt that these words were familiar, as if she had said them back then.

She was very unconvinced: "Can that be the same? The competition in the human world is so cruel, he doesn't study hard, where can he go to work to earn money." ”

Lao Wang also said: "Then you see, our reincarnation quota is so tight, the better the test, the higher the reincarnation lottery, if you don't study hard, you will be ranked behind, and in the next life, you will go to a poor family in the mountains, I see what you can do!"

The old lady jumped anxiously: "...... That's not how it works!"

Lao Wang became more and more calm: "Why isn't it like that? You just don't have good grades, and you can't win me in a quarrel - you said that I didn't report your class, so you have to come to find fault...... You have the time to write another set of papers, wasting time. ”

The old lady was so angry that she wanted to roll her eyes, but unfortunately everyone is a ghost, who is afraid of whom!

Lao Wang didn't care about her at all.

The old lady's hatred, she can't even care about her crazy son at this time!

The top priority is to quarrel with others - this old king who killed a thousand knives, the fuse is him, and he still refuses to admit it!

Her son is so obedient, if he doesn't write a letter to Wang Maoen, how does his son know about the cram school?

Bastard old king!

……

Looking at Lao Wang again, he was triumphant at the moment: "When our two families lived so close, I saw you tossing the child, so I simply didn't force Da Mao, you see, Da Mao is so good!"

Old lady:......

She remembered the sets of papers in the annual leave, and only felt that her eyes were dark and her future was bright.

……

Get!

Things get it.

He Huai looked at the two children—these were the parents of the first and second uncles who took care of his business when she set up a stall to communicate with the underworld.

Looking at it now, it's really energetic!

The three shook their heads and walked away.