The feet of the poor thirsty man are unreasonably short, and the thighs and calves are only as long as a beer bottle. But it's fast. When he saw that his grandfather had slapped him without slapping him, he squeaked in a hurry, and the sound was like being caught by a mouse. It raised its arms, like a big wooden stick, and hit Grandpa and Hong Danian who were rolling together.

Grandpa and Hong Danian hurriedly hugged each other and rolled away.

Grandpa, they fought fiercely with the poor thirsty ghosts, and the people around them were unconscious, just staring blankly at the bodies of Grandpa and Hong Danian, who were meditating, and didn't know anything else. And the other ghosts who picked up the money only bent down to pick up the burned paper, ignoring the vicious fights that took place around them.

The poor thirsty ghost didn't intend to let go of Grandpa and Hong Danian, and chased after them with his arms waving. Hong Danian couldn't dodge it, and was grabbed by a hand of the poor thirsty ghost. Hong Danian screamed in pain. I want to be caught by that hand as painful as being caught by pliers.

Grandpa shouted: "Liang Zai, quickly tell the person next to you to press the door panel up and press it!" The people around couldn't stop talking to grandpa.

I immediately shouted, "Quick, help." Hong Danian's soul was captured by the poor thirsty ghost, just a little to the left of the paper money. Hurry up, hurry up! ”

The man holding the door behind me immediately lifted the door and ran in the direction of the paper money.

"Where, where?" The two men carrying the door panel ran to the paper money and turned to me to ask.

"A little further, to the right, yes." I looked at the poor thirsty ghost and the red man in the battle, commanding two men who raised the door panel high. The poor thirsty ghost raised his other hand to hit Hong Danian, but was grabbed by Hong Danian's wrist with both hands. The poor thirsty ghost's hand pinched Hong Danian's thigh harder, and the muscles of his forearm burst out like a stone. The skin is like that of a toad.

The poor thirsty ghost has short feet and is less than a meter tall. Hong Danian squatted on the ground in pain. So it was more than enough for two men to raise the door panel to their chests.

"Alright, press it down." Grandpa shouted as he stood beside a man. But the man who carried the door panel couldn't hear it at all. Of course, it was even more unlikely that anyone else around would hear Grandpa's words.

I understood that I was the only link between them, and hurriedly shouted, "Okay, press it down." It's just down there. ”

Two men shouted "Hey!" at the same time at the same time. "Press the door panel down.

Hong Danian and the poor thirsty ghost were pressed by the door panel together and couldn't move. The door panel is to the ghost, just like the mantra is to the Monkey King, as long as the ghost is suppressed, it can't do anything.

Grandpa said that when he was young, one day a beggar-like man was at the door of his grandfather's house, and he gave rice and money and still didn't leave. Grandpa told his father about this, and he pinched his fingers and said that the beggar had come to beg for food and drink. Grandpa took a straw for cooking and went out to meet the beggar.

Grandpa walked to the door and asked, I know you're not human, and I don't know why you came to my house. But what do you want to go?

The beggar smiled and said, "You burn thirty mountains of gold and silver for me, and I will leave."

Grandpa said, I'm afraid you won't be able to take back a straw if I give you a straw, and you dare to ask for thirty mountains of gold and silver? After saying that, he threw the straw in his hand to the beggar.

The beggar didn't know what to do, so he caught it.

The beggar was immediately crushed to the ground by the straw, cried for his father, and disappeared into a wisp of smoke, leaving only a few tattered clothes on the ground. That's when Grandpa fell in love with ghost hunting.