Long after dawn,

A man with a cloth bag on one shoulder and an umbrella came out of town.

"This business is ruined again!"

He cursed, and he didn't know what to complain about the air.

"Uncle Ming, who knew that there would be a Taoist priest with a long face who would come over to demolish us."

The umbrella buzzed, and a man's voice burst out.

Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise it would have been considered haunted.

"Dabao, you still dare to say it! If you hadn't coveted the pig's face of other people's graves, we would have called it a day if we had nailed the coffin! ”

Uncle Ming rubbed his flattened belly and gurgled loudly.

"Uncle Ming, don't blame Dabao, it's me who is too hungry and wants to eat" The voice of a child came from the umbrella again.

"No, Uncle Ming, I don't blame Xiaobao, it's because I'm greedy"

"Okay, okay"

Uncle Ming grabbed the umbrella and stuck it diagonally behind him, and said in a chic manner like a sword: "You follow Uncle Ming and me, keep the delicious and spicy food, the Wang million house in the town in front of him is haunted, and someone throws them out of bed every day when they sleep, and when we go to clean up, isn't it a few hundred yuan?" A few dollars from this family, I am a master of the way to get food! ”

"Uncle Ming is amazing!"

"Uncle Ming is wise!"

Listening to the praise of the big and small ghosts, Uncle Ming smiled proudly.

"Gollum"

There was a sudden thunderous movement from the Five Organs Temple, and the smile on Uncle Ming's face gradually became embarrassed.

Uncle Ming was in a hurry, and he looked left and right on the road, not to mention, he really let him see a fruit tree leaning on a small river.

The red-orange plums look sweet and appetizing.

"Bury the dead under the plum tree, this big brother, be more tolerant and more tolerant~"

Uncle Ming bowed to the plum tree, and after finishing speaking, grabbed a plum on the branch like a robbery.

There is a saying that peaches raise people, apricots hurt people, and bury dead people under plum trees.

In medicine, plums are quite harmful to the human body, from the perspective of the spiritual world, if there is a plum tree growing on the side of the road in the wilderness, most of it is the bones of people who have died in a foreign land and have not disappeared.

Uncle Ming was so anxious that he didn't dare to eat the plums but threw them into the river.

"Bang" smashed a splash and sank bottomlessly.

The plums are floating, and the resentment has not disappeared.

Eating the upper drift is looking for death, sinking is mostly no problem, the big deal is dysentery.

"Hey, a little sour"

said that his mouth was sour, but Uncle Ming's hands picked it quickly, and seven or eight plums went into his cloth bag.

After eating one, I grabbed one out of the cloth bag and wiped it on the corner of my clothes, and half of it was lost in one bite.

"Uncle Ming, we're so hungry"

"I want to eat it"

The big and small ghosts were calling happily in the umbrella, and Uncle Ming looked like I was good for you, "You are ghosts, what plums do you eat, I still have half a stick of incense that was sent to people when they were buried today, do you want to eat it?" ”

"Thank you, Uncle Ming!"

"Thank you, Uncle Ming!"

The big and small ghosts saw that they had something to eat, and their mouths were sweet.

"You guys" Uncle Ming shook his head, grabbed incense from the cloth bag, found a dirt bag everywhere and inserted incense, and after a while, the sound of eating came from the umbrella.

Half a stick of incense, just over two minutes.

The incense that has been eaten by ghosts, when the wind blows, there is no incense ash left.

"Okay, let's get on our way after eating"

People and ghosts are on the same path, moldy words go first, although one person and two ghosts have been together for a long time, they can't make any money, and they will always be hungry.

Ghost is bad luck, a symbol of bad luck, and it is often called dirty, which also has a bit of this meaning.

Mao Shanming relies on a few tricks to catch ghosts, and he can also be regarded as a person who cultivates a way, and laymen see him holding a compass in his hand and wearing a gossip robe and shout to the Taoist, but he has no ability to be a Taoist.

Ordinary hanged ghosts can't deal with it, most of the encounters are him begging for mercy, helping people move graves and holes, adjusting feng shui and getting through nine out of ten, only one clue is left.

So he raised big and small ghosts, specifically looking for haunted places, and playing a master ghost hunt in front of the owner, and he could also cheat a few mouthfuls of food and a few jingling coins to fill his stomach.

However, the price of ingots candles is also high, raising ghosts causes bad luck, and consumption is still high, so Maoshan Ming's life is not smooth.

Over the mountains and mountains, the sun stood up at noon, and the two ghosts in the umbrella yawned for a long time.

Ghosts and yin things are all nocturnal, and the big and small ghosts are protected by paper umbrellas, and the yin qi is not damaged, but they are still weak during the day.

After eating the plums, Mao Shanming walked to the side of the road, untied his belt and whistled, and the yellow urine column went into the tree pit.

"Uncle Ming!"

Xiaobao in the umbrella shouted, "There is something so fragrant!" ”

"It's my pee"

Mao Shanming grabbed the guy and shivered, shook the guy and lifted his pants and tightened his belt.

"No, Uncle Ming, I feel it too, it's in the cave next to you!"

"Caves?"

Looking at the dark and gloomy cave, Mao Shanming shook his head, "What good things can there be in a waste mine?" Is there gold? ”

"No, Uncle Ming, it smells like chicken legs!"

Dabao's voice made Mao Shan Ming mutter: "Chicken legs? ”

He inhaled hard twice, only to smell his own urine.

"Nothing"

"Uncle Ming, there must be a treasure in it!"

At the mention of the baby, Mao Shanming's eyes glowed green.

"You say yes, maybe there really is, watch me go in and take out the treasure for you!"

Mao Shanming held the paper umbrella behind his back with one hand, and put it in the cloth bag with the other, there were some evil charms in it, and he could avoid it if there was any danger.

The sun was shining outside, and as soon as he entered the abandoned mine, it was dark in front of him, and Mao Shanming adapted to it for more than ten seconds before continuing to walk inside.

With the guidance of two little ghosts in his ears, he walked down the road for three or four meters, and a cluster of white and blue, fist-sized flames entered his sight.

"Ghost fire? A piece of jade! "I saw the ghost fire falling on a piece of jade, burning happily.

Mao Shanming is a Taoist no matter what, he can't deal with ordinary ghosts, and he is not afraid of ghost fires that have not yet taken shape.

raised his hand and slapped the ghost fire away, and Mao Shan Ming happily grabbed the broken jade attached to the ghost fire.

"Get rich, get rich, get rich haha!"

"Big and small treasure, I'll sell this piece of jade to you to buy chicken legs to eat."

Looking at the ghost fire on the side but there was nothing he could do, Mao Shanming smiled proudly: "This jade is related to me, little ghost fire, thank you~"

"Uncle Ming!"

Dabao's voice suddenly became more urgent.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"Run!"

"Run?" Mao Shanming looked around suspiciously, it was dark, and there was nothing.

It's just that there is a ghost fire, and the sun can't shine in, and there is a slight yin in this waste mine.

"Huh? What a heavy corpse? ”

Seeing a pair of official boots fall under his eyes, Mao Shanming came down in a cold sweat.

"Zombie, zombie!!"

The tattered official clothes on his body, not the shroud he was buried, indicating that this zombie was a big official before his death!

Through the tattered robe, you can see the thick white hair inside.

White-haired zombies, this is a certain way!

With a height of more than five feet, Mao Shan Ming could only see his face clearly when he tilted his head.

The white hair on his face is dense but not long, the contours are angular, and he is still a "handsome boy" among zombies.

Tall and straight, he is also a fierce general in the army, and he is also a fierce general in the zombies......

"Run for your life!"

Maoshan Ming screamed, wanting to escape while he was unprepared, but as soon as he took a step, his body flew into the air, and he was picked up by the zombie by the back collar.

"Zombie Boss! I didn't mean to rob you of your jade! ”

The broken jade was thrown on the ground, but the zombie ignored it, grabbed Mao Shanming's collar, and came face to face with him.

During the day, Ho CD would fall into hibernation, and Yang Qi Wang/Sheng suppressed the corpse qi in his body, making him too lazy to move.

I didn't know that a Taoist priest sent it to the door.

Looking at the red words "Level 5-Maoshan Ming" on the top of his head, from what he heard just now and the face of "Wu Yaohan" in front of him, He Cheng found that he had encountered a terrible plot character, and it was very likely that he would meet his former idol in zombie movies and his current mortal enemy.

Uncle Nine!