Ma non-stop is a little ghost, his father's name is Ma Mian, but he is not biological, he was picked up by the Lethe River hundreds of years ago when Ma Mian and Niu Tou came back from the world to collect their souls.

Listening to the horse-faced father, he was a skeleton of bones at that time, and when he saw himself and the bull head grinning, his mandible clicked, accompanied by giggling, directly scared away the wisp of soul in the world.

Niu Tou is a sincere ghost, afraid that it will be difficult for people to reincarnate if his soul is scattered, so he hurriedly collected fragments everywhere. So Ma Mian happily brought back the little bone frame, not expecting that this would be the beginning of his miserable life.

Pony has heard his father say for as long as he can remember, if he doesn't want to be rich and rich, when he can't move his arms and legs in the future, it will be enough for Pony to inherit his mantle and collect his soul.

The little pony asked, "I don't have a horse face, how can I collect my soul?" ”

The young horse face pointed to his mask, "When the time comes, Daddy will pass this on to you!" ”

"I see that the horse noodles in the other halls are all biological inheritances, I don't have the bloodline of horse noodles, can I be a new horse noodles?"

"What bloodline is not bloodline? Your father and I have been mixed up for hundreds of years, and I am familiar with the judges, so when the time comes, let them say a few kind words in front of Yama, and then send some rare things, how can you not be a horse face? ”

"Tsk, Dad, you're really ......"

"Stupid bones, you, everything is good, that's it, it's all bones, no brains! Heaven and earth, which is not like this? ”

"Cut ......"

There is a saying in Ma Mian that is right, the pony is full of bones, but he has no brains, he can't understand the lesson, he doesn't know what is wrong and what is right, and he acts on instinct.

In the two or three hundred years from childhood to adulthood, the pony almost turned the tenth Yama Hall upside down, and the horse wanted to fight, this body of bones was as flexible as the water of the Lechuan River, even if it was scattered, it was together again in the next second. Ma Mian felt that he was going to be as ugly as a bull's head when he was angry again.

The Yamas of the several halls were all curious and amused, which made the pony even more proud.

It wasn't until another hundred years had passed that Pony had some results in practicing soul art and began to be informed and sensible, that he was a little more comfortable.

But only a little.

That year, the pony stole the coffin book that the old horse had saved all his life, left a note for the old horse, and took the fox friends and dog friends to the world in a chic way, ah no, to hell, and later ran to hunt for treasure.

In the end, there was naturally no treasure, and the fox friends and dog friends were also lost.

The pony broke into a catastrophe and was imprisoned in the nine-story hell by the Yama Hall that heard the news, a single room, and tortured.

For three hundred years, ponies have been falling apart and regrouping over and over again in a dark prison, pondering the meaning of their existence.

When he figured it out, he was also released from prison.

Lao Ma was already retired at this time. After the pony's accident, he didn't think about tea and food all day long, and in less than two hundred years, he looked older than a bull's head. His coffin book didn't continue to save, the old horse thought about it and died, he was not a human anymore, what else did he need for a coffin. However, he had a new goal of saving money, and later went to a small stall on the ghost market every day to sell some gadgets, and the money he earned was saved along with his salary for Xiaoma to marry a daughter-in-law.

The bull head couldn't see it, "What does the pony have to become after it comes out?" Besides, which girl in our Yama Hall doesn't know what mistake the pony made at that time? I'm afraid that the pony is not going to be single for the rest of his life like you! ”

Every time the bull head came over, these words were turned over and over, and the old horse saw the cow head coming over and stuffed the handmade earplugs made by himself, and suddenly, the world was clean.

Later, the pony came out, and unexpectedly, the Yama of the temple did not embarrass him.

Lao Ma Youtuo successfully stuffed the pony into the tenth hall detachment of the Ghost Realm Chengguan Brigade. Now, the old horse walks with the wind when he goes out, see who still says that his son can't do it, isn't this good, if there is really something, can he enter the glorious urban management team?

As for the horse noodles, this can't be done, and you can't kick down the new horse noodles that have just been in office for more than 100 years.

In this way, he lived a non-stop life of eating public food and waiting for death.

Every day, I take a group of little minions to patrol the streets, and I am busy when I catch up with the hell inspection, and at other times I am very idle, envying the old horse, and I have been thinking that I should have made something in the first place, so that I can also pick up a chengguan to do.

"Yo, pony, I've been promoted!" A sharp voice came from his side, and the pony didn't need to look to know that it must be Uncle Niu's eldest nephew, Erniu.

This is also strange, how can such a simple and loyal ghost with a bull head have such a big nephew who loves to see the wind and make the rudder fall into the well, and when he hears the voice, he knows that he is not his own.

Oh yes, it's the eldest nephew, not the son.

Thinking about it, the pony was relieved, yes, what hell did the other genes inherited by Erniu have to go to hell?

However, if the pony knew what Niu Tou said to Lao Ma before he was released from prison, heh, no wonder Er Niu was so bad.

The pony turned around and touched the captain's badge hanging on his sternum with some care, but he complained reluctantly, "Yes, it's not easy to be the captain, I worked for three months before I was promoted, Erniu, have you been promoted?" I remember you've been in front of you since before I went to hell. ”

Erniu's newly made new bull head was almost blown out by anger, two puffs of smoke came out of his big nose, and he said viciously, "Of course not, we little ghosts, how can you have the ability to have a pony, you have been in the eight-layer hell for four years, and when you come out, you can enter the prison management team, and you will become the captain in three months, or you will teach me?" ”

The pony's mandible almost laughed off, "I can't learn this even if I teach you!" First of all, you have to ...... Gotta look as handsome as I am! You have to have a good dad like me! Hahahahahaha......haha

"Don't stop, you wait for me!"

Of course, he ran non-stop, what Er Niu was angry like, he didn't care about his business, he still had to go home and report to Lao Ma about his promotion.

It is estimated that the old horse's nose is also crooked, he has struggled all his life, how can he have such luck as himself, he has made such a big mistake, and he can still rise to the top when he squats out.

The pony walked down the street smiling, scaring the imps who set up stalls on the street, laughing non-stop, but making them feel colder than the water of the Lechuan River.

When the pony came home, the stove was cold, and when he saw that it was getting dark, the old horse came back from outside.

Drooping eyes, hanging head, and blank eyes, it really doesn't look like the old horse on weekdays.

The pony circled around the old horse twice, but did not see the wine or the meat, and leaned on the ground in disappointment, "Dad, I'm hungry, where is the rice?" ”

The old horse squatted beside the pony and slapped off the pony's head vigorously without much energy, "Isn't it a promotion?" Don't want to invite your father and me to eat fragrant and spicy food, and still look for me to eat? ”

The white round skull rolled to the door, and the pony leaned down, and his head was sucked back into his neck with a whoosh, and he clicked twice, only to realize that the old horse was really unhappy.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The old horse didn't speak, just stared at the tree in the middle of the yard that was so rotten that only a wormhole remained.

The pony saw it, yes, it came again, so he hurriedly went to buy two pots of good Lechuan Erguotou, "Dad, my son has been in prison for hundreds of years after being sensible, and I didn't have a chance to talk to you about it, today I finally caught up, good wine will be poured for you, come on, tell your story!" ”

The old horse looked up at him, "How do you know I have a story?" ”

Pony has a sip of wine in his throat, and he has this expression every nearly 100 years, and even his own promotion can't make you happy, sad like this, who believes it if there is no story?

The wine gradually came to an end, and the old horse sat down against the dead tree while holding the wine jug, raised his eyes to the sky, and began to tell about his past.