"Smack!"

The puppet slapped the Ghost Hunter in the face.

Even if they are high up for the rest of their lives, this slap can be heard clearly.

For the rest of their lives, they all looked at the rich and difficult.

"Yo, old man, this hand is beautiful. Hu Muyuan said.

"I can't imagine it, old man, look at your kid who looks stupid and stupid on weekdays, and he can't think of a bad stomach. Yu Sheng said.

"No, I didn't mean to. Fu Nan said, "I just missed..."

Ye Zigao patted Fu Nan on the shoulder, "No need to explain, explanation is a cover-up, cover-up is the truth, the fact is that your kid has a bad stomach." ”

"To be honest, I originally thought that it would be Shopkeeper Yu who did such a lack of morality, but I didn't expect it..."Ye Zigao sighed, "Sure enough, ugly people have ugly hearts." ”

"Fuck your uncle, this shopkeeper is just handsome and not obvious. Yu Sheng said, "Also, why is this shopkeeper lacking virtue?"

"You don't lack virtue, what are you going to do?" Ye Zigao asked rhetorically.

"That's it, I'm doing what you want to do, I'm empathetic. "It's hard to say rich.

Hu Muyuan sighed beside her, "Old Fu, you are really thick-skinned, I am willing to bow down." Fortunately, in terms of handsomeness, you..."

"Fuck you uncle!" they said in unison for the rest of their lives.

"What am I talking about?" Ye Zigao said smugly: "This guy has this face, it's okay to pull hatred." ”

For the rest of their lives, when they were bickering, there was already a mess under the tree.

already knew that Wu Zhu was a powerful dry corpse under the tree, and he wouldn't give them a chance again.

Taking advantage of the puppet blocking the gap between the ghost-hunting celestial masters, the corpse took three steps and made two steps, and ran to Wu Zhu, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree.

In a hurry, the witches borrowed the dyed incense thread to extradite the oil-paper umbrella that was still standing upright behind them and the ghosts under the umbrella to their front to obstruct the dried corpse.

However, this dry corpse is menacing, and the ghosts just slow down his pace a little.

The dry corpse is still pressing on step by step.

"What's going on?" said Yiwu Zhu, "This corpse's strength is even more powerful than Fang Cai, who of you has quietly brought the money?"

The witches shook their heads.

On the tree, they looked at the culprit for the rest of their lives.

Yu Sheng looked at the money bag in his arms, "This dried corpse is a bit famous, it is not the ink fragrance of the Qian Zhuang certificate, and it can also smell the smell of money." ”

"If you give all the money of the King of the Southern Wilderness to this guy, will he be invincible in the world?"

Under the tree, seeing that the dried corpse was about to come to him, the dwarf winter melon Wu Zhu led by a gritted tooth, pinched off the incense thread in front of him, pinched the incense head pinched off, and pulled out a howling ghost from the oil-paper umbrella behind him, pinching the handprint in front of him and reciting words.

"Heavenly Emperor protection, the power of reincarnation!"

The dry corpse's hand just reached out, and it almost grabbed the throat of the dwarf winter melon witch Zhu with a finger.

But this finger is far away.

Rumble!

I saw that the ghost in the hand of the dwarf winter melon Wu Zhu screamed, turned into a cloud of white light, and exploded between Wu Zhu and the dry corpse.

"Whew!"

The dried corpse was illuminated by the white light, and when he wanted to dodge, it was too late to cover his eyes, and when he was touched by the white light, he fell five or six steps away like a kite.

As for the white light, it slowly disappeared, and the howling ghost reluctantly went to reincarnation.

On the tree, the rest of his life was dumbfounded.

He had seen this move, whether it was Feng'er or other ghosts, when he went to reincarnation in front of him, it was this light that appeared.

The only difference is that the ghost in front of Yu Sheng voluntarily goes to reincarnation, while Wu Zhu forces the ghost to go to reincarnation.

The doubts in Yu Sheng's heart are even worse, this power of reincarnation obviously has the color of the reincarnation king of the Northern Wilderness, how can it be blessed by the Emperor of Heaven?

It's too messy.

Under the tree, the wounded corpse fell to the ground, struggling, unable to stand up for a while, and howling in vain.

Around him, copper coins were scattered all over the ground.

Wu Zhu and the Ghost Hunters took the opportunity to regroup and once again used puppets to firmly hold the dried corpses in place, smashing the nails into the puppet joints.

This time, it was the ghost hunting master who was just hit by the coffin nail.

His left eye was injured, black and blue, now closed, and he aimed his right eye at the puppet joint and smashed it down.

"Whew", the dry corpse howled in pain, struggling weakly.

On the tree, Ye Gao asked the rest of his life, "What should I do now, continue to make it difficult to make the rich difficult?"

"Then you're too lacking in morality. "Give the rest of your life back to Ye Zigao.

He pointed to the darkness opposite, "Don't worry, someone will help us destroy." ”

"Anyone?" Ye Zigao and Fu Yan looked at each other.

Just when they are puzzled.

"Bang", a large copper tripod rolled out of the shadows, "bell" on the ground, and rolled down near the dried corpse before stopping.

All the celestial masters and witches present were stunned, not knowing where this bronze tripod came from.

The dry corpse that was howling was also stunned when he saw Tong Ding, and the already dim demonic red light in his eyes was blazing again.

"You're right, we're not only choking, we're also arrogant when we lose money. Said the man in the shadows.

As soon as the words fell, "pop", a money bag was thrown to the side of the dry corpse.

"You're so despicable!" said the Ghost Hunter angrily.

The person in the shadows is the Demon Hunter Heavenly Master who was defeated by the dry corpse just now and ridiculed by the Ghost Hunter Heavenly Master and his group.

Now they have come back to avenge the mockery.

"See, this shopkeeper is not lacking in virtue, but has long known that someone will make a move. Yu Sheng said proudly.

Ye Zigao looked at the tree and was speechless, "Good girl, someone would be willing to pay such a big cost for revenge." ”

"You know what, it's a battle for dignity. "It's hard to peel peanuts and look at them with relish.

I thought it was over, but I didn't think that the show was coming.

I saw the dried corpse under the tree, and after seeing the money bag and the copper tripod, the scarlet in my eyes became more and more hot.

When Wu Zhu and the Ghost Hunter Heavenly Master were still cursing the Demon Hunter Heavenly Master for his lack of virtue, "Roar!", the dry corpse screamed and rose from the ground.

Yes!

The Ghost Hunter, who was nailing the coffin nail, was hit again, and a nail hit his right eye, screaming in pain.

Now, neither eye can see that he is hungry.

The little puppet moved again, pounced on a ghost-hunting celestial master, and slapped him on the back of the head.

As for the dry corpse, he grabbed the bronze tripod beside him and threw it to Wu Zhu.

Bang!

The bronze tripod smashed on the ground, splashed sparks and stones, and rolled towards the witches, and the frightened witches hurriedly dodged.

They could dodge, but the coarse incense in front of them and the oil-paper umbrella behind them couldn't dodge, and they were all swept away by the bronze tripod.

The dry corpse was afraid that others would snatch the bronze tripod, so he instantly followed, raised the bronze tripod high, and stood in front of Wu Zhu.

There is a big disagreement, and the ruthlessness of smashing a meatloaf.

The dry corpse that stood up again moved faster and more neatly, which was no longer something they could deal with.

The witches could only look at the dried corpse in horror, and they didn't dare to move.

The bronze tripod raised by the dry corpse covered the head of the dwarf winter melon Wu Zhu, and the bewitching gaze stared at the money bag on his body.

It's all in plain sight.

looked at the tall bronze tripod, the dwarf winter melon chose to follow his heart, and obediently took out the money bag and threw it on the ground.

The dry corpse hung the money bag around his neck, and looked back at the ghost-hunting heavenly masters.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, the ghost-hunting heavenly masters were also arrogant when they lost their money, and threw the money bag at the feet of the dry corpse.

The dried corpse was picked up and hung around his neck, and he looked up at the old locust tree, where they were for the rest of their lives.