After listening to my suggestion, the student ghost turned his head to look at the ponytail ghost, and then pulled the corners of his mouth to the side of his eyes in a very strange arc, and said in a rather excited tone: "I think this method is okay." ”

The ponytail ghost seemed to be thinking seriously and neither agreed nor refused.

As soon as I saw that there was a play, I hurriedly continued to persuade: "Right? This method is absolutely fair and reliable, and you don't have to get into an argument and hurt each other's peace. ”

After a while, the pigtail ghost's braid moved again, his head opened and closed, and he said suspiciously: "I always think he wants to play some tricks." ”

I smiled, trying to look innocent as much as I could: "I'm just a piece of meat on the board, what tricks can I play?" Didn't I, thinking that since I was going to die, why don't I die happily? The two of you are arguing like this, I feel uncomfortable watching it. ”

"yes, what tricks can he play?" The student ghost looked at the ponytail ghost eagerly: "You quickly take out the box, I finally caught such a fresh soul, I can't wait." ”

The ponytail ghost was silent for a moment, but he was reluctant to take the hell box to the student ghost: "Hmph, don't think I don't know what your idea is, you want me to hand over the box to you, there is no door." ”

The ponytail ghost's words were very faceless to the student ghost, so the student ghost's words also carried a trace of annoyance: "What? We've been together for so long, and you're still afraid that I won't be able to rob you of that box? ”

"I won't give it to you, what can you do with me?" The ponytail ghost still doesn't sell the face of the student ghost, and looks like you can't beat me at all, so you're not qualified to make a request at all: "I'm going to put it here today, I won't let you say anything this guy says." ”

"It is said that women have long hair and short knowledge, I used to let you, and you are still reasonable?" The more the student ghost spoke, the more angry he became: "If you don't have that box, you are not my opponent at all." ”

The ponytail ghost giggled, and his attitude was very arrogant: "Whether it's an opponent or not, you can know if you fight it!" ”

Seeing the posture of the two ghosts on the verge of breaking out, I immediately fanned the flames on the side and said: "People now preach democracy and freedom, dictatorship or something, it has long been outdated, only by conforming to the needs of the times can you capture the hearts of the people and make people follow you willingly." ”

"Shut up for me." The ponytail ghost is afraid that he is used to dictatorship, and he has been pressing the fire on the actions of today's student ghost, and this fire is burning and burning, and it burns directly to my body: "I think it's you who are here to sow discord, and you are afraid that you just want the two of us to fight, so you can take the opportunity to escape, right?" ”

"Heaven and earth conscience, haven't I been tied up by some kind of soul rope of yours? Where else can I escape? I moved my hands that had been tied back behind my back to show that I was innocent and upright, and that I didn't think anything else: "I just want to die a happy death." ”

The student ghost stood up from me: "I think this method is very good, what, why don't we really fight?" ”

"Giggle......" the ponytail ghost laughed so hard that his voice trembled, "Okay." ”

Said that it was too late, then quickly, the student ghost reached out and wiped the dark green ghost juice mixed with the mouth of the harazi, with the perennial backlog of indignant anger, quickly launched an attack on the ponytail ghost, with a flash of white light, a piece of white paper was pasted on the head of the ponytail ghost, and the ponytail ghost was suddenly shot out three or five meters away by the student ghost.

The ponytail ghost was afraid that he didn't expect the student ghost to do what he said, and he fell down for a while, and the ponytail ghost with a damaged soul fell to the ground and began to vomit wildly.

When the ponytail ghost vomited, his head split in half, and the two black ponytails as thick as twists drooped softly beside them.

The black, round ghost heads wrapped in a layer of dark green slime rolled out of the ponytail's mouth one after another.

During this period, it was spit out along with a white arm and a few thick fingers.

Seeing this scene, my stomach couldn't help but roll, of course, it was not the kind of tumbling that wanted to vomit, but the kind of hunger to the extreme, and suddenly saw a hot meat bun, and the stomach acid secreted sharply.

Although I have always wondered why I, as a ghost, can still feel pain and hunger, at the moment I feel a little panicked in addition to confusion.

I panicked at my sudden appetite, and even more so at the fact that I would have an appetite for that slimy vomit.

It stands to reason that on a day like the seventh and a half months, shouldn't the living burn paper money for the dead? Isn't that what kind of gold, silver, jewelry, and foreign cars and villas are burned? What's this appetite of mine? Could it be that the people above are actually mistaken, they should burn some red barbecue hooves for the dead people below, right?

Could it be that I and these two ghosts, who specialize in luring souls to eat, are not fundamentally any different?

I was uncomfortable and puzzled on the side, thinking about this for a while, I had to find a murderous girl to ask, and those two ghosts had already been fighting each other for a short time when I was thinking about ghosts.

After the ponytail ghost vomited a bunch of messy things, he threw two thick braids at the student ghost and whipped it hard, after all, the ponytail ghost is not a vegetarian, and after a few strokes, the ghost skin on the student ghost's arms and face fell off piece by piece.

I've never seen this kind of fighting, and I can't help but sigh in my heart that long hair is still a bit useful, and it can be used as a whip when beating people.

But I didn't sigh long before the piece of paper that the student ghost stretched out and released was so sharp that it cut off one of the pigtails' braids.

The ponytail ghost saw that the braid was broken, but he was not angry, but suddenly stood still.

The student ghost took advantage of the ponytail's standing still, and a flying body quickly approached the ponytail, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a strange arc, as if he saw his victory.

And this strange smile smiled for less than a second, but the whole ghost of the student suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes out of thin air.

The moment the student ghost disappeared, his expression was frightened, and the sentence "You're unexpectedly—" was not finished in that place.

The ponytail ghost giggled and said to the air, "Fool, I didn't expect that." Then she walked back to where she had stood at the beginning, and looked down to pick up a rusty bronze box from the ground.

As soon as the ponytail picked up the bronze box, he turned around and walked towards me.

"Can you give it to me now?"