In the afternoon, Wan Sheng finally finished picking up all the bone joints. If the small parts that connected the fingers and toes before only needed finger power and wrist strength, then the homing of the hip joints of the shoulders and thighs would simply waste Wansheng's strength to feed his whole body.

Especially when he pulled his thighs as thick as the trunk of a tree, Wan Shengna directly held his legs in his arms, his clothes were covered with thick sores on the corpse, and the corpse water was even more smelly.

Fortunately, he finally returned to his place, and the huge sense of accomplishment accompanied by the exhaustion of his whole body directly made Wan Shengyi sit on the ground with a buttocks. And maybe it was the return of the bones that made the ghost peaceful, maybe he had soaked up the incense, or maybe the afternoon sun slanted into the morgue and the ghost couldn't bear it, in short, the ghost didn't know where to go, and the morgue finally returned to calm.

Now Wan Sheng is extremely looking forward to how Song Tou will praise himself when he comes back, after all, if it weren't for the ghost to cooperate with him, he might not even want to return to the position with a palm until now, this is definitely a super level of performance.

Between anticipation and exhaustion, under the oblique rays of the warm sun, a warm sleepiness surged through Wansheng's paralyzed body, Wansheng only felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

Then I don't know how long it took, Wan Sheng's ears faintly heard the sound of "Ghost upper body, ghost upper body!".

Wan Sheng opened his eyelids and suddenly saw himself lying on the floor and sleeping, the ghost hand seven appeared at some point, and was touching his body while shouting "ghost upper body"!

Wan Sheng was taken aback, this perspective? Is this a dream? This is the form of an earth soul?

And the ghost hand seven also suddenly discovered Wan Sheng's appearance, and also raised his head to face Wan Sheng, he was also suddenly stunned: "Huh?"

Wan Sheng was shocked again!

The ghost hand came back to his senses and laughed wildly: "You must have been dragged out by Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

After saying that, his face was hideous, and Wan Sheng raised his hand in fright, and with such a block, the ghost hand seven seemed to be drying clothes blown away by the strong wind, and his whole body was wrinkled and deformed and flew against the wall of the morgue, and the whole ghost shadow was like the mud on the wall of the pasted wall!

Wan Sheng's eyes widened, looking at his elbow with an incredible face, looking at the ghost hand seven who was humming and chirping like a paste on the wall, and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses: It turns out that he can't beat me!

That's right, Sister Xiao Zhuo said that now I am a ghost who is stronger than ordinary ghosts, and this ghost hand seven, no matter how foundational he is, is just a new ghost who has just died a few days ago, and it is impossible for me to be born with a strong soul in the earth, and I have brought in more than 20 earth souls to my opponent!

At this moment, Wan Sheng was excited! From childhood to adulthood, he has never been able to beat others, and now he has actually beaten the ghost of a bandit into a ghost, this sense of accomplishment - wait?

Wan Sheng hurriedly came to the pile of humming and chirping paste on the wall and stopped to watch. The ghost has no body, and being beaten is this kind of "gluten" look, Wan Sheng is not used to seeing it in a few days of training, as long as he is not beaten and scattered, he will not die, and if he is scattered, his soul will be scattered.

As long as you don't die. Although Wan Sheng has eaten a lot of ghosts, it is a ghost within a ghost condensed by the remnants of the ghost after the ghost dies, and it has no language ability, no difference from animal monsters, and there is no moral obstacle to killing them. As for this ghost hand seven, he is also a humanoid person, and Wan Sheng still can't make a dead hand. Not only is it a dead hand, but it can also leave him a way to live, Wan Sheng immediately brewed an idea.

After a long while, the paste regrouped into a human form, but this human form was uglier than before, and it was a circle smaller than just now, and it was obviously still scattered by itself.

Wan Sheng smiled: "The master said that the master is not afraid of ghosts, the master can't beat you when he's a human, and you can't beat me when the master is a ghost, are you convinced?"

The ghost hand Qiwu said to himself: "If you want to kill or chop, your uncle will still be a good man after eighteen years!"

Wan Sheng couldn't cry or laugh: "Are you really stupid or fake stupid, you were almost beaten by the master just now, you can be a ghost when you die, and you can still count on eighteen years later, if the ghost dies, there is really nothing, there is no afterlife, there is nothing, that is, you are really dead, are you not afraid at all?"

The ghost hand seven was stunned!

Wan Sheng sighed: "But you are fortunate to have met the master, the master is not a bad person like you, the master you made trouble just now is very unhappy, the master knows that you have grievances, anyway, you are dead and it is useless to complain, if you have any wishes, you can talk to the master, if the master has the ability, he will help you, and it can be regarded as accumulating a merit." ”

"As for you, if you can repent and accumulate some merit after death, maybe you can alleviate some sins, how about it? ”

That's right, Wan Sheng is eyeing the treasure of the broken temple he buried.

The ghost hand seven was shocked, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Tzu never believed in the merits of this bullshit before his death, nor did he believe that anyone could kill Lao Tzu, and he didn't regret it until he died! Why did Lao Tzu die and go to hell, and that Dugu Hong was still happy and happy? Lao Tzu was not reconciled! If he wanted to die, he would have to die with Lao Tzu!"

Wan Sheng was surprised: "Dugu Hong?"

Ghost Hand Qi said in a deep voice: "You tell your leader Song Zhong that Dugu Hong's lair is in the Yishan Island of Taihu Lake!

Wan Sheng was shocked: "What else?"

Ghost Shouqi said in a deep voice: "For the sake of me giving you a meritorious service, you give me - you ask your head Song Zhong to prepare a coffin for me, and send me back to my hometown Huzhou Liujiazhuang for burial, my original name is Liu Meng, as long as I say my name Zhuangli, you will know that it is me." Although I hate Song Zhong the most, I actually admire him very much, and he will definitely give me a ride out of morality. ”

Wan Sheng frowned: "What else?"

Ghost Hand Seven frowned: "And?"

Yes, what about the money you buried in the broken temple? Which broken temple is it? Wan Sheng nodded again and again: "What else? You have this wish?"

Ghost Hand Seven looked panicked, and then burst into tears: "I also have a seventy-year-old mother at home, I haven't been back for ten years, I don't know how her old man is now...... If it's convenient for Shaoxia, I'll help ask, I'm sorry for her old man...... "Speaking of this, I'm already crying and crying!"

Wan Sheng was stunned on the spot! This wicked man really had a time when the prodigal son turned back? But to get to the point! What about the money you buried!

Just when Wan Sheng was about to ask again, the figure of the ghost hand seven did become more and more blurred as he cried, and then he couldn't even see the figure clearly, and turned into a shadow like an ordinary ghost, and then Wan Sheng watched this ghost float back into his body and disappear.

Wan Sheng was stunned on the spot, what is the situation? Could it be the legendary transcendence?

At this moment, the footsteps of Song Zhong and the old camel came from outside the door: "Boy, are you scared to death?"

Wan Sheng's heart was shocked, and there was a blur of darkness in front of him! The next moment, Wan Sheng felt that someone was opening the lock in a dazed place, Wan Sheng wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy, and he wanted to get up, and his whole body was sore.

Wan Sheng knew that he had returned to the state of his ontological soul again.

At this moment, the door opened, and the old camel suddenly exclaimed, "No! I am really scared to death! The boy is awake quickly......