The long-tongued ghost rolled his tongue and snatched the paper money in his hand.

"Mosquito legs are also made of (meat), don't be in vain. Said the long-tongued ghost.

The coachman ignored her and looked up at the rest of his life, "Now the ghost also settles the bill with copper coins, and the horse was rented for a total of 100 yuan for one night just now, you see..."

"One hundred wen a night!" Yu Sheng was shocked, which made him sell one-tenth of the wood wine.

"It's a ghost horse, not only is it fast, but it can also go through house obstacles. The coachman held out his hand, "Pay quickly." ”

"This," Yu Sheng laughed dryly, "Actually, I don't know those two ghosts, no, I can't see the ghosts at all, who is talking to me?"

"Stinky boy, dare to play tricks on the devil, you are impatient. The coachman's face changed, and he rolled up his sleeves to get through the door to find trouble for the rest of his life.

"Just kidding, here you go. "The rest of your life will not be stingy to the point of defaulting on the debt," you wait a minute. ”

He turned around and asked Aunt Qing for a hundred wen and threw it to the coachman.

The coachman caught it, weighed the weight, and knew enough, "Thank you." ”

He picked up a ball, chewed it all out, and sprayed it on the face of the long-tongued man sitting on the steps.

"Phew, who is so lacking in virtue, I'm sorry, this is too unpalatable, and the person who gives this to the ghost is too lacking in virtue. The driver apologized and condemned.

"Sixty-one. All the ghosts clapped their hands, but only the long-tongued ghost wiped his face and said angrily: "It is useful to apologize and lose money." ”

The long tongue almost hit the coachman's face, and the blood foam sprayed made the coachman wash his face.

"Yes, a penny to buy a quiet. "The coachman who just made money threw a penny to the long-tongued man.

The long-tongued ghost caught it, "You're the original mother." ”

The coachman also sat down on the steps and said to the ghosts, "This is definitely the most unpalatable tonight, and he dares to open an inn." ”

"Not necessarily. A ghost next to him threw the soup dumplings to the coachman, and the coachman looked at them suspiciously, "Is this more unpalatable than meatballs?"

"You'll know if you taste it. The ghosts smiled mysteriously.

The coachman cautiously opened his small mouth, as if it were not a bun, but a mouthful of arsenic.

Although it was only a small sip, the incense of the soup dumplings was like a flood that burst the embankment, and instantly poured into the mouth, making the coachman shocked.

He pointed to the bun incredulously, "This, this, it's so delicious." ”

Under the backdrop of croquettes, the soup dumplings are incomparably delicious, and in his opinion, the legendary peach is nothing more than that.

"This is definitely the best, I forgive you for the meatballs. The coachman looked up and said to Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng, who was talking above, replied, "Do you want to give me back the money?"

"Don't think about it. ”

Yu Sheng smiled, and he didn't take it seriously when he saw that there were more and more ghosts on the street.

He turned around and continued: "If you want me to say, Ye Zigao you might as well be from the black girl. ”

"Yes, you see that my story of finding a husband for thousands of miles has touched all the adults. The black girl had the support for the rest of her life, and turned around and said proudly to Ye Zigao.

"No, I want to live a few more years. "The leaves are high and unmoved.

"You have to think about your son, from the black girl, your son is a little dragon man, and he has lived longer than you. The rest of his life teased Ye Zigao.

He didn't forget to hum "I have horns on my head and tails behind me".

"Smack", Aunt Qing interrupted him with a slap, "Shut up, you sing more ugly than a song." ”

"Also, what disaster do you rejoice in, what disaster do you rejoice. Aunt Qing glanced at Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng rubbed his head and muttered, "I'm just joking." ”

At this time, the ghosts clapped their hands downstairs, "Seventy-two." ”

Before the rest of your life could be seen to see which unlucky ghost had been tricked, a voice rang out: "What are you doing here?"

This voice is a little familiar, and he glanced at Aunt Qing, and the rest of his life suddenly looked at it.

"It's you!" Yu Sheng was stunned, and saw Meng Po, who was dressed in a white shirt, standing in front of the incense case, looking at the ghosts curiously.

Meng Po raised her head and smiled: "It's me." ”

There were a group of ghosts standing behind her, either in rags, or desolate and miserable deaths, or with yellow faces and thin muscles, none of which could hold up the scene.

Yu Sheng said warily: "What are you doing here?"

Meng Po rolled up the long hair on her forehead with her fingers, "Don't do anything, you will meet the beautiful son of the old man." ”

She turned back to the ghosts and said, "Quick, try the offerings of the inn, and if it doesn't taste good, smash his shop." ”

This is the rule of the ghost day, but it's not that she is embarrassed, so the rule is invalid, right?

A group of ghosts rushed up to the back and almost knocked the table over.

"Pay attention to the quality!" Meng Po shouted, "Forget what the old lady taught you?"

The ghosts that had just been huddled together suddenly formed two long lines, and each ghost walked up to taste the offerings on the incense table.

The coachman on the steps said: "It's a loss, I knew that I was going to be ruined by these people, so I should eat more." ”

"Shhh, the disemboweling Li is also obediently in the team, we can't afford to mess with it. "A ghost points to a ghost.

The monster had its back on its back, its belly cut open, and its intestines dragged to the ground.

He was in second place, and when he went to get food, his intestines were trampled by the ghost behind him and he almost fell.

"Look long, you've stepped on Lao Tzu. Disemboweled Li turned around and said angrily.

"Your mother, or my mother?" asked the ghost in the back.

Disemboweled Li was stunned, and reached out to grab the ghost, "Lao Tzu let you..."

"Be quiet for the old lady!" Meng Po waved her hand, and the intestines of the disemboweled Li jumped up suddenly, entangled the disemboweled Li like a snake.

"Great, sir, I, I was wrong. The painful disemboweled Li hurriedly admitted his mistake, and Meng Po let him go.

He stepped forward and took a soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, and exclaimed: "This bun, too, too ......"

"What's too much?" Meng Po looked at him with relief, the child can be taught.

"It was delicious. Disembowelment Lee said.

Meng Po suddenly changed color, waved her hand, and her intestines wrapped around the disemboweled Li again, "I forgot the teachings of the old lady!"

"But, but, it's really delicious. Disembowelment Lee said.

The other ghost tasted a ball, and his face changed color, "Phew, phew, it's so unpalatable." ”

"Look, look, that's what faithfulness is. Meng Po pointed to the ghost and said to the disemboweling Li.

"Great, sir, I, I can't lie. Disembowelment Lee pleaded.

Only then did Meng Po remember that Li was disemboweled for lying, and became a ghost in the obsession of remorse.

If he lies again, the whole attachment to regret or honesty will disappear and he will immediately enter samsara.

But let him go like this, where will she put the face of the god of Shuo, the lord of all ghosts, and the guardian of the ghost city?

When she hesitated, the ghost who had just tasted the balls picked up the soup bag again, and after taking a bite, she couldn't help but say, "Ah, it's so good..."

He hurriedly covered his mouth, but it was too late.

Yu Sheng said in the attic: "Sure enough, faithful." Meng Po, have you gathered such a rabble in the past few days?"

Meng Poxin said that the good goods had already been picked up by the Witch Academy, and you didn't let the old lady kill innocents indiscriminately, what can the old lady do, she can only find such a group of goods.

"What about those martial artist souls that were taken away by you, why don't you let them come out to find fault. "The rest of my life condescendingly searched.

"What martial artist?" Meng Po disdained, "The old lady didn't hook the soul and killed it directly." ”

Yu Sheng was stunned, "You didn't commit that case?"

"What case?" Meng Po was puzzled, and picked up a soup bag and threw it into her mouth.

"No, nothing, just—" Yu Sheng shook his head.

"Hmm~" Meng Po, who was chewing something, interrupted the rest of her life, her eyes showing a look of surprise.

The ghost in line next to him just swallowed the soup dumplings, "unpalatable", he said loyally, but reached out to pinch the buns again.

", don't eat if it's not delicious. Meng Po slapped him away and picked up another soup bag.

The ghosts in the back queue were shocked, and their hearts said that this should be said to be unpalatable or delicious?

A ghost couldn't figure it out, trembling and walked up, and was slapped away again without waiting for a taste, "It's all the old lady's, you guys get out." ”