The poor ghost Mao Changsheng and a group of six ghosts hurried to the migrant workers' accommodation, and they were all stunned.

Although they did not participate in the labor, they played poker, rubbed mahjong, drank beer, washed clothes, and played with mobile phones, as if it was the New Year.

What's going on? Sickness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread!

The poor dead man scratched his ears and cheeks, and disappeared into the midst of it, and heard some of these words.

A migrant worker said in confusion: "This illness is so fucking weird, it came and went suddenly." That night, I only felt a cool breeze blowing in my face, and then I was very hot. Today, the doctor fed me three spoonfuls of rice porridge, and the disease disappeared all at once, as if I had drunk some kind of panacea. ”

"I'm like this too!" a migrant worker responded in an old-fashioned manner, "Wealth is in the sky, life and death have a fate, it's okay, eat what you should eat, drink what you should drink, play what you should play, just a life in your life, but don't be afraid of this, that's also afraid, and finally treat yourself badly - I touch, hit the second cylinder." ”

After touching a mahjong, a migrant worker whispered: "That magical rice porridge has a strange taste, I don't know if you have noticed it?"

"What kind of weird smell?" a migrant worker touched the mahjong and didn't play it for a long time.

"Don't laugh," the worker whispered, looking left and right, "I felt the smell of urine in the rice porridge—as if a wild dog had peed in it." ”

The three gamblers looked at each other with strange expressions, and then said in unison, "It's true." ”

"Come on, come on, play cards. A migrant worker said with a big grin, "It doesn't matter if there is a smell of wild dog urine or not, as long as it can cure the disease and save your life, even if you drink dog urine, it is worth it." Some good drugs have a good effect, but there are always some strange tastes. It's rare that the boss is happy to have a day off, so let's have a happy time, and tomorrow I have to work hard - I have to earn money to marry a daughter-in-law, and the days without a daughter-in-law are really clear soup and no taste. ”

The three gamblers burst out laughing.

Mao Changsheng was full of wonder, and secretly thought to himself: "These workers obviously ate rice porridge with ghost urine, and they were cured. In the dark, apart from my urine, whose urine has miraculous curative effects?"

Listening and believing, it was not enough to teach, and the poor ghost drifted to the other side, and listened to some whispering, and found that what he said was much the same.

I wondered in my heart, the poor ghost floated back to the ghost companion, and saw that the intestine-pumping ghost Kang Xiumei was happy, and the other female ghosts were stunned, so they said to the swelling ghost: "Eldest sister, your nose is the smartest, go and smell the mouths of those workers, what kind of precious medicine did they take to get better?"

"I'm most happy to smell your mouth, and if you smell the mouths of those stinky men, you'll wronged me. However, if the husband arranges, the wife will definitely obey. The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei ignored the disdainful and disdainful looks of the female ghosts, chattered wishfully, and flashed away with a "whew", smelling the mouths of those migrant workers.

As soon as the swelling ghost left, the hanged ghost Sha Jishan said with a smile: "The dignified ghost doctor, he can't even distinguish the elixir he has prepared, it's too much of this and that." ”

When the words fell, the swelling Kang Xiumei ghost had returned suddenly, and said flatteringly: "Congratulations, Brother Mao has done a miracle again-a soak of urine cures the strange diseases of two or three hundred workers here!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng said: "I was captured by the steamer ghost, when will I come to scatter...... I don't have doppelgangers, so I can't be in two places at the same time. ”

The hanged ghost Shajishan smiled and said, "Could it be that you are asleep, and the steamer ghost will come to help you spread...... Sprinkle that?"

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang sneered and asked, "Can you also ask others to help you with things like going to the toilet?"

"Of course you can!" Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, suddenly took out the two taels of elixir rewarded by the poor dead ghost, shook and said, "The emperor never goes to the toilet himself, puts the dragon urine in the golden potty and asks the eunuch or palace maid to pour it." ”

"You are the eunuch and the palace maid!" shouted the hanged ghost Sha Jishan with a red face.

"Oh, I see. The poor ghost stared at the hanged ghost, and his eyebrows widened.

"I get it, too. The gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong said with a smile.

"What do you understand?" asked the Bloat and Scissor in unison.

"I also understand," said the hanged ghost, "it turns out that a beautiful ghost joked that she poured the elixir given by the poor ghost into the rice porridge of the migrant workers, and mixed it several times, and the migrant workers drank it, and because of the blessing of misfortune, they were cured." ”

"How do you know that?" asked the tongue-puller, tilting his head.

"Because I've run out of panacea. The hanged ghost sighed, "Alas, there is no intention to plant flowers and flowers, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows!"

The poor ghost smiled and said, "Those doctors, of course, don't know who put the elixir, and they also saved some rice porridge as a sample and sent it to Kyushu Medical College for study." ”

The female ghosts smiled happily.

The poor ghost turned to the gut-pumping ghost and asked loudly: "Boss Meng, after such a hard work, you should always express your meaning, right?"

"Of course, of course. Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, grabbed the void, and there was an extra bundle of dark coins in his hand, "I stink of copper all over my body, except for using this meaning, I really don't have any other meaning." It's a million, I'm a little ...... It's a bit of that, you're going to rest, go splurge yourselves!"

The coin flew out of his hand and flew towards the poor ghost, and the gut-pumping ghost disappeared.

The poor dead ghost happily took the underworld coin and said, "The best meaning in the world is this meaning, the three sisters and sisters go to the cave behind the village to divide it, and by the way, pay attention to the ice ghost and those lonely ghosts." This time, the hanged ghost sister has the final say. I'm a little ...... A little over-drunk and in need of a break. ”

When a million coins flew towards the hanged ghost, the poor ghost's hand holding the scissor ghost disappeared.

The inflated ghost looked at the money in the hanged ghost's hand, and said unconvinced: "Why did you say that you would listen to the money this time?"

"Fools with well-developed limbs and simple minds, they don't even understand this? This time, the migrant workers were saved by the hanged ghost who poured the panacea sent by the poor ghost into the rice porridge. The Tongue Puller explained, asking, "Why did you give the Steamer a million coins from the previous one?

"So that's what happened. After understanding the truth about the salvation of the migrant workers, the inflated ghost said carefully, "I gave a million to that slut at once, because we didn't have that slut." If the poor ghost really bought a Luo skirt to compensate her, and she asked him to help her wear it on her jade-like legs, what kind of bad consequences would happen? After the bad consequences happened, can we, the old people who are red and decayed, still be close to the first medicine ghost of the underworld?"

"So that's the case? The inflated ghost looks like a pig's head and a pig's brain, but it turns out to be far-sighted. The tongue-puller slapped the swollen ghost's buttocks vigorously to express his heartfelt admiration.

The hanged ghost also said happily: "According to you, Brother Mao hasn't lost his body to the steamer ghost that slut?"

"Of course. The swelling ghost and the tongue-pulling ghost said in unison, "Mao is a handsome guy, he is still clean and clear, safe and sound." ”

"That's great – the future is bright. The hanged ghost was relieved, and threw the whole bundle of dark coins at the swelling ghost, "My sister has developed limbs and a complicated mind, so it's better for you to keep it." I won't make my own decisions, let's go to the cave and divide up democratically!"

The swelling ghost sniffed at the Stygian coin, and said in amazement, "Strange thing, there is the smell of the three of us on this coin. That's right, this million, it's still that million. ”

The tongue-pulling ghost said in a panic: "The Netherworld Coin of the No. 1 Boss of the Netherworld, ordinary little ghosts, who would dare to use it? Even if it is thrown in the wilderness and those little ghosts pick it up, they will only be sincerely afraid to hand it over to the City God's Temple, hand it over to the Netherworld Bank, and deposit it into Meng Haodong's account. ”

"So," the hanged man guessed in bewilderment, "the steamer who is entitled to use this coin is not a money-loving slut, and she has thrown away such a large sum of money. ”

The tongue puller and the swelling ghost glanced at each other, nodded frequently, and their faces were much more ugly.

A beautiful and incoherent female ghost, who is not greedy for money, that kind of charm, how many male ghosts can refuse?

Is the steamer just giving up?