When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng returned to Yanhuang Village depressed, the decent people who originally came to the village to buy houses or wanted to show off their talents drove their own cars and galloped out of the village in panic, with a taste of scrambling.

What happened in the village?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng turned into a yin wind and walked around, and found that all the buildings with glass windows were shattered, and they were attacked by the wind and hail.

However, the remaining plants and trees were unscathed.

I was surprised in my heart, looking at the highest and most decent Fulou in the village, I was startled again, and the mirrors pasted on the outside wall as wall tiles were all spared, all of them were shattered, and the starlight reflected was as strange as a ghost blinking.

The shattered shape, which was radial, spread from one point to the periphery and then to the edges.

It's not a natural disaster, it's man-made, or it's a ghost.

Those who can leave immediately have gone, and those who have not left have been busy packing up their things and preparing to leave, with anxious expressions on their faces.

In the human room, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng can easily enter and exit, as for the building where the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong lives, Mao Changsheng is unwilling to take risks easily, so he avoids it after a quick glance.

I haven't found the scissors ghost plum fragrance, I don't need to do more things, time and energy should be used for the most valuable and meaningful things.

"Well, maybe I'm not arranged!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed depressedly a few times and floated back to the old bag in the store.

"The trouble I created, I have to settle it. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng's figure had just landed, and the ghosts and shadows on the ground were heavy, silently surrounding him, one pair of slingshots, the rubber was torn long, and he was about to shoot.

"What are you doing here? I don't know if Lao Tzu is out of love?" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was frightened, but he never showed weakness on his lips, "The lovelorn ghost doesn't want to live anymore, is he afraid of who else can't?"

When the words fell, the dense ghosts invariably put away their slingshots, as if someone was commanding, and their expressions became solemn.

Using "broken love" as a shield is really powerful.

"Are you talking?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng didn't like to be dull, "Lao Tzu is just out of love, and he is not missing, is there any need for such a silent mourning?"

"Ah, it's really Brother Mao!" A bare-legged and shirtless ghost wearing a pair of flower shorts stood up, "Brother Mao, you have changed into new clothes and new pants, you can't see it, how offended." ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was not guarded, always thinking about Mei Yixiang and the changes in the village, and when he turned around, he saw that the ghost in front of him was the group of poor ghost migrant workers, and the one who came out to speak was the shorts ghost who started to catch up with the fashion with a dollar and put on a pair of women's flower shorts for himself.

"Hello," Mao Changsheng said dissatisfiedly, "I gave you some money to buy a slingshot, and when you have a weapon, you start to rebel, and you come to besiege your friends who want to really help you!"

"We were wrong!" the three thousand ghosts apologized in unison, and the sound was shocking and thrilling.

"Knowing that mistakes can be changed, and good is great," Mao Changsheng nodded, "You are really wrong, then each of you will be rewarded with three slaps, and then talk about friendship!"

"I'm against it!" the shorts ghost raised his hand, his attitude very tough.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng "groaned" in his heart, and his legs were a little weak.

These poor ghost migrant workers have always been the first to look at the shorts ghosts, and the shorts ghosts have objections, which is really troublesome.

Therefore, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng could only keep his eyes open and wait for the following.

The ghost in shorts turned to the poor ghost migrant workers and said loudly: "Brothers, Brother Mao has affection and righteousness for us, and we also used the slingshot he bought for money to besiege him, although there is a misunderstanding, but it is also a big rebellious move." In this way, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped, we can't slap ourselves by ourselves, but fan each other's ear tubes in pairs, so as to be worthy of Brother Mao. ”

When the words fell, the poor ghost standing in the front row didn't say a word, turned around, and slapped the poor ghost behind him.

The poor ghosts have always been unwilling to suffer, and the ghost who was slapped in the face fanned back with more fierce force in order to pull the capital.

In an instant, the three thousand poor ghosts fanned each other's ear tubes, and the snapping sound was endless, shaking the heavens and the earth, forming a great spectacle of the silent night.

The applause was transmitted far away, and the men and women who stayed in the Jade Emperor Village for various reasons and did not evacuate heard this sound, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly got into the quilt, covered their heads with the quilt, and then trembled.

The poor ghosts stood by and watched, watching with interest, and didn't bother to persuade - anyway, the poor ghosts worked very hard, and they couldn't persuade them, so why not enjoy the monkey show?

The poor ghost migrant workers haven't worked for several days, and they have accumulated more strength, and they are so bored that they panic and slap them, naturally they spare no effort, and naturally they will not stop at the point.

Once you do it, it's hard to stop easily.

This slap trick was staged for half an hour.

Although it was a slap, nine out of ten poor ghosts had blue noses and swollen faces, but the opponent's shot was too heavy, and the number of people who had poor endurance was a ghost, and they were slapped so much that they couldn't stand up for a while.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng "shhhhhhh ”

In order to show his sincerity, the ghost in the shorts slapped the other ghosts and roared, and made up for the gaps in himself, but his nose was already blue and his face was swollen, his mouth was crooked to the side, and he clenched his fists and said vaguely: "Yes!

"As long as you are satisfied, then it's good!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng became serious, "I went to see the Lord of Hades, I asked, and his old guy said that you have a little salary every day......"

"Long live the old guy!" the poor ghosts roared with joy, "Long live Lord Hades!

"But," the poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked worried, and there was more oil in his tone, "You may not get a penny salary, and you may become a candidate ghost for the eighteenth layer of hell!"

Ahh

The poor ghost migrant workers have grown up their mouths.

Mao Changsheng said slowly: "There is nothing wrong with begging for wages, but why did you break the glass of all the buildings in Yanhuang Village?"

The poor migrant workers hung their heads and muttered:

"What should I do?"

"It's all my fault that I can't control these ghost claws!"

"Everyone has made a move, and it's quite lively to go to hell!"

......

The shorts ghost stood up, slapped himself, and after making his crooked mouth crooked even more, he said: "It's all my fault for not being able to control it well! In addition, after you left, Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, with more than a hundred thugs, wanted to drive us out, and we had no other way but to resist it......"

"Is that so?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he applauded again and again, "Since that's the case, then you guys did a good job, you did a good job, you did a good job of croaking frogs!"

The shorts ghost continued to crook his mouth and said: "In addition, tell Brother Mao a good thing: high-level experts and important people have come into this village and officially announced: All the buildings here are dangerous houses, and they cannot be sold or owned." Hey, it's a ghost town, it's our territory!"

The demons shouted and jumped for joy again.

The poor ghost Mao is immortal, but it is gloomy.

So many villagers have been unscrupulously brought into the Chengli resettlement area, so many fields are overgrown with weeds, so many fruit trees have withered due to unmanaged, so many houses have been ruthlessly bulldozed, and the people have lost their money, all of which have become dilapidated houses?

What kind of foolish trick is this?

How many more such tricks are there?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng asked indifferently: "Is this news reliable?" The shorts ghost patted his chest and said, "I saw it with my own eyes." Provincial leaders, county leaders, and many leaders came, and the personnel of the local government departments kept smoking and saying good things, but several experts spoke with frosty faces.

"An expert said: 'Cement is not qualified cement, and the marking of concrete is even more unqualified, only a little more solid than soil, and it will be scattered one by one in ten years......

"An expert said: 'The steel bars do not meet the national standards, they are all inferior steel bars, and they can break in the event of a magnitude 5 earthquake......

"One expert said: 'The most terrible thing is the foundation, where only one floor is built for two floors, and only three floors are built for five...... The cost is greatly reduced, and the danger is greatly escalated......"

"One expert said: 'Strictly speaking, all the houses here are only suitable for ghosts, not people......"

"An expert said: 'You invite us to drink and eat a big meal, and there are big gifts and beautiful ladies to accompany us, in terms of clean-up, we should only say good things and not make mistakes, but there are too many houses, and the safety of thousands of lives is at stake, and we don't want to become sinners for the ages for some small favors......

"One expert said: 'We wouldn't have come to these places easily, but there are people who have petitioned and sent all the hard evidence to the important people, so we can only do things impartially......

Saying this, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng's eyebrows expanded, nodded and said: "Good people, always take risks, and always very touching, even I, a loose ghost, are moved!"

"Thank you to those conscientious experts!" the shorts ghost begged for mercy, "Listening to the experts, my brothers and I have actively carried out the activity of 'loving the underworld', picking up slingshots and shooting them next to each other, and labeling those houses, indicating that a new ghost town has been born!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng nodded and said, "In this way, not only are you without fault, but you have also made great contributions, relieved many casualties for human beings, and earned a large piece of land for the underworld. ”

"Brother Mao. The shorts ghost immediately felt that he had become the founder of the country, and he fluttered, "In this way, we will still get our wages, and the Lord of Hades will not want us to go to such and such hell." ”

"Yes, yes, that's it!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng yawned, "I've been a little overly drunk lately, and I need to rest for a while." You guys have nothing to do anyway, so let's continue to use the slingshot to deal with the gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong, after making him anxious, I'm negotiating, why worry about not getting my wages back!"

"Brother Mao is wise!" the shorts ghost praised, turned around, and said loudly, "Brothers, why do you have a blue nose and swollen face? This is all the trouble caused by the intestine smoker Meng Haodong." He can't come out as a shrunken turtle, let's go and force him out!

For the poor ghost migrant workers, shooting the glass of the boss's house with a slingshot is the first pleasure in the shadows, and it disappears in an instant.

The old bag of the shop was quiet, but not far away, the ping-pong was lively, hearing the voice, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng couldn't help but shiver, and muttered to himself: "Someone has successfully petitioned, who will it be? It must be the original village chief Gu Tian!"

Gu Tian can fight against people, and even more so against ghosts.

This Yanhuang Village was originally the location of Gu Tian's business.

Gu Tian is the sun of this Yanhuang Village, he has been hiding in the clouds for so long, and he is about to come.