Mo Yi vomited more and more soberly, hunched over and analyzed the situation in front of him, it was obvious that he and Da Zhuang had fallen into the trap of a group of ghosts, but fortunately they didn't eat anything.

Looking back on his repeated encounters after waking up from the hospital, Mo Yifu felt that he must have been evil, or he had opened his ghost eyes, so he kept encountering these ghostly things.

Just as he was carefully considering how to deal with some of the terrifying things that might happen next, the boss who was always smiling suddenly spoke again.

"Little brother, acquaintance is fate. Since you can touch it here, it means that everyone is one of the same kind. After eating this barbecue, everyone is friends. You think it's good?"

The shopkeeper came to Mo Yifu's side with the plate of barbecue that he had just vomited, gently pulled it up, put it on the chair, and smiled slightly.

When I think of the barbecue making process I saw before, my stomach keeps surging and I can't eat it at all.

The people at the next table seemed to be waiting for his decision, and quieted down, their eyes looking at him leisurely.

The mad gaze, like countless small snakes, desperately drilling into his neck, is uncomfortable.

The plate of barbecue on the table has small melons, artichokes, fat sausages, even stickers, and fried silkworm chrysalis, which is completely different from what I ordered before. Although at first glance, they are all normal colors and species, he will never dare to eat them.

"Boss, you are so bold! It's just that my little brother and I happen to be more full today, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!"

"Hehe, huh, these old customers of mine seem to be very hungry, don't you mind communicating with them yourself?"

Mo Yifu looked around and picked up the chopsticks tremblingly.

Oops, I didn't pay attention, I dropped one of the chopsticks, and I was just about to pick it up, but the boss knowingly handed over a new pair.

"Please~"

He had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks again, slowly, like an old man who is always very careful, but he picked up a silkworm chrysalis like a ghost. The golden yellow is small, and if you look closely, even the leg hair of the cicada chrysalis is also visible.

In a trance, the calves of the silkworm chrysalis seemed to tremble. Damn, is it alive?

Mo Yifu's face began to turn pale, like steamed buns that had just come out of the pot, and they were still steaming. A moment of bowing his head, a drop of sweat fell, fell on the plate, and snorted.

"Boss, it's a little hot, I'll wait until it's cold before eating!hehe~"

Then, he stole a glance at the boss who was standing next to him and couldn't leave.

On the boss's slightly smiling face, the eyes became brighter and brighter, and he actually showed a certain look, which made his thighs tight.

Mo Yifu suddenly stood up, and he didn't know who gave him courage. I saw him snort and threw the silkworm chrysalis directly into the boss's face.

"If you want to kill and scrape, listen to you!Want me to eat such disgusting things, do you have your spring and autumn dreams?!Master, I won't fight with you~"

There was silence, and everyone stopped chewing and looked at him in unison, even changing their gentle eating appearance to revealing their ugly faces in a thousand postures.

The middle-aged woman who had lost half of her head, only a young man with only a pair of feet left, and the person at the nearest table floated directly over and had a face-to-face affectionate look with him.

At this moment, the guy who leaked wind and had no legs floated in front of Mo Yifu, staring at him with eyes without pupils, his whole face was dark and flat, as if he had been run over by a road roller, and only half of his chin was left.

"No wonder you haven't eaten barbecue for a long time, it's obviously just how much you eat and how much you leak, idiot!" Mo Yi sneered in his heart.

Everyone else is watching the show, especially the shopkeeper.

"Little brother, you have offended a lot of people now, and I can't help you. All the friends in my shop are from all over the world, and if you do this, everyone will be embarrassed, and if you can't get off the stage, you can only cook you!" he said, grabbing a boiling iron pot.

That momentum seems to be coexisting with the iron pot, and the pot is there in him.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, do you dare to blatantly kill people and steal goods?" Mo Yi bothered his neck to make a final struggle, and secretly kicked Da Zhuang with one foot, hoping to kick him awake. After all, being able to run one is one.

"That's a joke! You turn the street, meet me, and come in and order. It's the ghost king that his old man came, and he said that the sky was broken, and there was no reason to eat the overlord's meal. You also falsely accused me of having a problem with my barbecue and made personal attacks on me. Punishment for several crimes is light, so that you can get into the oil pot. ”

The boss said indignantly, and the others nodded.

Mo Yi was a little confused, and the other party seemed to be entangled in the food money.

"I'll pay, can I go?"

"I must also apologize. ”

After negotiating, Mo Yifu hurriedly flipped through his and Da Zhuang's wallets, and a total of 128 yuan was turned out.

Then, respectfully present your hands to the boss.

Who knows, but he is despised like an idiot.

"Who are you going to spend this thing for? Where can I cash in the foreign exchange? Is this money enough for my oil pan?"

Although the shopkeeper dislikes the lack of money, his hands are not soft at all.

A gust of wind blew, blowing the money in Mo Yifu's hand directly, and all of it fell into the furnace and burned to ashes.

The boss held the ashes in his hand and rubbed it, and it turned into a dark coin, or in the shape of a coin, and he threw it into a box at random.

Then he looked at Mo Yifu coldly, the meaning was obvious, it was time to add the bell after the foreplay.

"I have no money. As you just saw, we've got all the money for you. Otherwise, we'll burn more for you tomorrow, okay?

"Haha, everyone has seen it, this guy said he had no money, and said that he would burn it for me tomorrow. I open such a big store, can I afford the change you give?"

The boss grabbed Mo Yifu's collar, lifted him up, stared at him with his eyes, and suddenly grinned and stretched out his head to Mo Yifu's head, which was just the same size as his head, and wanted to stuff him in.

"Look at my mouth, if you can sew my mouth shut, I'll let you go. It's just that after so many years, no one has been able to sew my mouth on. So, what's the use of asking me for your money, let's pay for your life. Come on, come on, just let me kill you!"

Mo Yifu was frightened by the boss's sudden madness, and he was about to go crazy, didn't he discuss the details of the negotiation before, why did the negotiation suddenly collapse.

Seeing this, the other guests hurriedly gathered, and one by one they did their best to occupy the favorable terrain, and slightly avoided the shopkeeper, as if they wanted to eat a little more. Wait for the boss to bite.

The boss struggled to open his mouth and bit down on Mo Yiyi's annoying neck, and the fishy smell in his mouth was like an earthen toilet that had not been cleaned for three years, prompting his tears and snot to burst out together.

Mo Yifu closed his eyes tightly and danced his hands desperately, crazy energy, giving a light sign is a brainless fan, shouting loudly: "Help! There is a ghost who wants to kill someone! Is there anyone who can save me! I am just a child who has just grown up!"

shouted some nonsense nonsense, but the surrounding time and space seemed to stop, and Ren Mo was annoyed and shouted and kicked his legs indiscriminately, and the movements of those ghosts stopped in front of him.

Mo Yifu struggled for a while, and found that his neck was still there, he could still speak, and he could still wave his hand, so he cautiously opened his eyes.

The terrifying and ugly ghosts in front of them were all motionless.

Immobilization!

As soon as he pulled away the boss's hand, Mo jumped down in annoyance.

But I felt that my right hand was hard, as if I was holding something, and I looked down, what a baby!

A black pen.

It's still a brush, the very old kind, because the hair is almost bald, and I don't know if I can still write.

It's just that what's the use of being able to write at this time?

Mo Yifu held the pen and shook it, wanting to throw it away and change it to a baby.

Failed, this thing is actually like 502 glue, the most sticky.

He had no choice but to put his hands on the pen together, stepping on the pen with his feet, and arching his buttocks one by one, as if he was pulling a turnip, and he couldn't pull it out......

Although the action is a bit indecent, when people are desperate, those small details are not so important.

After all, for ordinary people, being alive is more important than anything else.

Pull and pull, as if sweating, as if busy all night.

The brush is still in the hand, and it can't be thrown away, just like it grows in the hand.

The night is dark, the shops are bleak, and the autumn wind is silent.

Mo Yifu raised his head at a forty-five degree angle and looked up at the starry sky, chanting and singing in a low voice.

"If there is an afterlife, I won't be a maleon!"

Holding the pen in his right hand, he smacked a few times in the air, like a fighter splashing ink.

As the so-called: Asking about the ancient and modern three tripods, Du Shihan pen and Yan Shu. Get up and don't stop to the wall, and a line of numbers is as big as a bucket.

In fact, Mo Yifu brushed for a long time and only wrote one word.

This is his first calligraphy in his life with a breath of anger, anger and anger.

That word is:

Get lost!