Since the gates of reincarnation were closed, the city of the dead has been inhabited by millions of wandering spirits.

Most of them live in peace just like ordinary people.

As long as you don't go out of the dead city, this place is naturally safe.

But the vast majority of wandering spirits have no chance to enter the Yin and Yang Dao, let alone encounter the big head barbarian.

As for those encountered, it is estimated that at this time, there are not even bone residues left.

Even if I have seen a big head by chance, I have never seen a big head like a big head.

Three eyes, a bloody mouth, and a body covered with dragon scales are just the same and don't mention it.

Just the unusual charm on the big head already made those little ghosts feel terrified, not to mention a little wandering spirit.

The peddler screamed and was about to run away, but when he had run forward a dozen steps with his head pierced, he opened his eyes and looked.

only to find that he was still standing in place.

It turned out that he didn't know when, but the tentacles of the big head had already rolled him up in the air.

Just when the hawker was in despair.

The big head pointed to the big barrel on the peddler's cart.

"This ...... Yes!! ”

As he spoke, he used his tentacles to point to the barrel and his mouth.

Seeing this, the hawker was stunned, and Fan Yongan on the side immediately stepped forward and scolded: "Blind your dog's eyes, how can adults eat dirty geldings like you, adults want to eat Poria cakes." ”

When the peddler saw Fan Yongan in battle armor, he was immediately relieved.

After carefully glancing at the big head in front of him, he muttered in his heart: "Mom, your adult looks so strange, who knows if he eats Poria cake or me?" ”

Of course, he didn't dare to say this, after all, he was just a small wandering spirit, and he couldn't afford to provoke a ghost general like Fan Yongan.

So he swallowed and foamed, and whispered: "There is jasmine honey flavor, matcha flavor, fruit flavor, I don't know which flavor you choose......

In the face of the hawker's patient introduction, the big head waved his hand, and a dark bill was sent to the hawker's face, and he said to the hawker with an arrogant face.

"All of them!!"? (?﹃??)

As soon as he heard this, the peddler immediately smiled, picked up the dark money and looked at it, and his mouth laughed to the back of his head.

"Okay! Wait a minute~~" I saw that the vendor immediately began to get busy.

All kinds of flavors are mixed together, and regardless of whether they are flavored or not, they are all thrown into the barrel.

Stir it with a shovel a few times, and you're done.

The half-human height of the barrel can't be held by at least two adults, but for the big head, this thing is no different from a popcorn bucket.

He even brought the shovel and spoon in the vendor's hand and used it as a spoon to eat as he walked.

Not to mention, although there are several flavors mixed, the feeling of eating in the mouth is cold and cold, which makes the big head feel a different taste.

Seeing this, the surrounding onlookers suddenly became eager when they looked at the big head again.

As soon as it was shot, it was a brand new banknote, not those scattered paper silver, such a bold appearance, where could it be a monster, this is simply a walking good money boy.

All of a sudden, the vendors on both sides of the street immediately became enthusiastic, and not only were they no longer afraid, but they summoned up the courage to rush forward and try their best to sell their products.

Datou has no interest in those so-called rare treasures, but if it is something delicious, he has never resisted it.

What tripe buns, what osmanthus crisps, peony cakes and other snacks similar to tourist characteristics, all come and do not refuse.

Occasionally, when I see something sweet, such as silver silk crisp and the like, Datou will buy a large number of them, planning to bring them back to his good brother meat balls to eat.

As for the way to checkout, it's simple, no matter how much the item is worth in the first place, no matter how much you take, in short, the big head will drop a brand new banknote.

Before it came, Ding Xiaoyi gave Datou two whole boxes of dark money.

The reason why so much money is given to the big head.

On the one hand, it is because Ding Xiaoyi thinks that money is a man's guts.

When you have a thousand yuan in your pocket, you can hold your head high, and calmly walk into the alleys with red lights to admire the young ladies who are standing on the street to enjoy the shade.

When you have 10,000 yuan in your pocket, you can take the step of not knowing your relatives and walk into the best local health club.

When you have 100,000 dollars in your pocket, huh...... You will find that you can wear big pants, kick flip-flops, sit in a nightclub with a high spirit, and examine the so-called "goddesses" with a critical eye.

If you're not happy, you can change it.

In this regard, Brother Qiu has already had sufficient practical experience on the road of never returning.

What the!! How much money can pick an influencer?

Nine out of ten people who asked this question were stupid and had a lot of money.

There is also an overnight station ticket, hating the slow running of the train, carrying the train and running 3,000 kilometers.

On the other hand, it is also because I have to lease a large amount of land, and I am worried that I will encounter some troubles such as difficulties, although it is unlikely, but the more money the better.

In short, Ding Xiaoyi didn't want the big head who became independent for the first time to be wronged a little.

At this time, the big head is equivalent to a prostitute with millions of dollars...... No, it's the God of Wealth.

Everywhere you go, it's bustling.

Snacks are originally a small profit, but today, as long as the big head is willing to nod, a dark bill is enough to top their income for two years.

Of course, there are also black-hearted people who want to sit on the ground and start the price.

Then I'm embarrassed, I was generous, Fan Yongan couldn't control it.

But if you want to play with the big head, hehe, the group of little ghosts behind Fan Yongan who are gearing up will make you understand that being a ghost also has to talk about conscience.

Such a noisy movement naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Not far from the restaurant, several noble sons in gorgeous clothes tasted the wine in their hands, hugged the singer, and were so happy.

One of the blue-haired boys was in high spirits and raised his glass: "At this moment, I want to recite a poem......

"Good!"

The crowd applauded.

However, before he could speak, he suddenly heard a commotion below, and the guests sitting at the table looked downstairs one after another.

I didn't know what I saw, so I couldn't help pointing and discussing it in surprise.

Seeing this, the blue-haired boy's face sank, and he didn't know who stole his limelight.

Standing up and looking down, I couldn't help but rub my eyelids, and once wondered if I was dazzled.

I saw a plump big-headed man walking on the street on the street.

The surrounding pedestrians avoided it, but the vendors rushed in one by one with their heads pierced.

The big head is not a rare thing, there is one in the Yin and Yang Dao.

Oh, it may have been a little scarce lately, after all, I was caught a lot last time.

But it's the first time they've seen a big man, and they can still swagger around shopping in the city of vain.

This is equivalent to in reality, when you see a lion on the street, not only is it not beaten down by the city management and sent to the zoo, but it is also swaggering to sit on the food street and taste the food.

Someone sent Xiao Er down to ask what the reason was.

After a while, Xiao Er ran upstairs and told everyone what had happened, and everyone was even more surprised.

"Let's go, let's see!"

These sons and brothers, who are born behind them, are all yin and noble, where would they be afraid of any big heads.

When he impromptu went downstairs.

"Hey, you ......"

Seeing that the friend he invited to the banquet actually said that he would leave, the blue-haired boy's face suddenly became unsightly.

He had been thinking about this poem for many months, and he was about to show off the poem in front of these friends, but before he could shout a word, everyone was gone.

"Boring!"

He threw away the wine glass in his hand, got up and walked downstairs.

Datou bought a lot of things along the way, and he still had a small notebook in his hand.

There are the names of Shuang'er and the others written on it, and if you look closely, even the chubby ones are there.

Apparently planning to buy some gifts for everyone to go back.

The surrounding vendors sent things in front of it one by one, and they couldn't see it for a while.

At this time, the big head suddenly looked at him, and his eyes couldn't help but see in the corner of the wall in the distance, a little girl in tattered clothes, curled up in the crack of the wall with unkempt hair.

He was emaciated, and he didn't even wear shoes on his feet.

Seeing this, the big head was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Ding Xiaoyi accidentally mentioned that a little girl who bought cigarettes barefoot.

Thinking of this, the big head waved his tentacles, gently pushed everyone away, and brought the big face between the cracks in the wall.

Suddenly, the little girl's face turned pale for a while, obviously frightened by the appearance of the big head.

"My lord, don't worry about her, there are too many such poor ghosts in the city, they don't even have shoes, and in a few years, they will be muddy, become walking dead, and finally disappear."

Fan Yongan whispered on the side.

It's not that he's ruthless, it's that he's seen too many things like this, and he will be soft-hearted at first, but after a long time, he will become numb.

But the big head didn't seem to hear it, and when he saw her shivering in the corner, his eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam.

The terrifying big face, in the eyes of the little girl, turned into a white and pure fat doll.

He walked up to the little girl with a smile on his face.

"Here you go!"

I saw the fat doll take out a thick stack of dark money from her belly pocket, and there was a lot of food.

The girl was stunned, her eyes were looking at the white steamed buns in the fat doll's hands, and she swallowed and foamed involuntarily.

Stretching out his trembling little hand, he took the steamed bun in the fat doll's hand, put it in his mouth and ate it.

Seeing this, the big head couldn't help but remember when he hadn't met Ding Xiaoyi.

The years when I hid in the cold bushes every day and picked up the bones in the woods to gnaw.

During that time, the sky was dark, the trees were also dark, and a weak big man, after being bullied by other powerful ghosts of the Yin and Yang Dao, walked aimlessly to the edge of the Yellow Spring with a hungry head.

It was also there that it met Xiao Yi, and during that time the sky began to light up, and life seemed to be rejuvenated.

I don't know why, thinking of this, the bridge of the big head nose was sore, and he reached out and stuffed a thick stack of dark bills into the girl's pocket.

Before the little girl knew what to do, she turned and left.

Seeing this, Fan Yongan, who was standing behind, twitched the corners of his mouth, and was about to dissuade him, but after thinking about it, this matter had nothing to do with him, so he couldn't help but didn't speak.

However, after the big head had just taken a few steps on his front feet, he heard a scream from behind.

Suddenly, the big head's face changed, he turned his head, and quickly rushed back to the crack in the wall to take a look.

The girl had already fallen to the ground, and she saw several dark shadows surrounding her, holding the money she had just snatched.

When I saw the girl who fell to the ground, curled up, still holding a white steamed bun in her hand.

The big head's eyes suddenly turned scarlet...... (▼ヘ▼#)