The crow pecked the ghost Hai Weiyang was spit in his mouth, he was furious, and he wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't spit it out with all his might, and he bared his teeth in pain, and scolded: "What are you doing? When you are a ghost doctor and respect you for three points, you start to be arrogant for seven points, thinking that I really dare not swallow you?"

"What are you talking about?" said the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, who shrunk his neck, "I am a doctor, so naturally I have my unique medical skills, so you don't know about it." Tell you, I am all over my body, pee and fart, and foam at the mouth, all of which are panaceas, and it is difficult to buy a thousand gold furs, and it is difficult to find them for eternity. ”

"I see," the crow softened, "then you can heal it." ”

The poor ghost said nonchalantly, "The first course, at this point, it's time for you to make good on your promise—give a deposit." ”

The crow peck ghost was skeptical, and expressed his disbelief: "Spit out my foam, even if you finish the first course of treatment, you will be busy asking for a deposit, isn't this a clear pit for ghosts?"

The poor ghost squinted his eyes, shook his head and said, "You, don't you feel that your mouth is much more comfortable and comfortable, compared to before, it is a different world?"

"Hey, yes, it's much more comfortable than just now, and my mouth doesn't hurt anymore. The crow patted his cheek, revealing a hint of surprise and joy, "But the root of the tooth still hurts so badly that it seems like a poisonous insect gnaws inside." Your foam is a panacea, so spit on me a few more mouthfuls of spit, and heal it sooner, so that we can go together to eat and drink and make a fortune. ”

"No," the poor ghost shook his head resolutely, "I have to cure all the problems at once, I don't have this kind of ability, you can ask for another master!"

"It's up to you," the crowpecker relented, "if there had been a more clever doctor, I would have let the crow catch it." Listen to you as you say. ”

"I'm so badly injured that I need a break, so you'd better close your eyes and get some sleep. The poor dead man yawned, and when he saw an antique wooden box in the corner, he walked over, "If there are any gold and silver treasures, I will help you count them!"

Lao Tzu is not so fragile, he does not pretend to complain too much, he can easily cure a big-headed ghost, and he will soon be forgotten, maybe he will not even get a cent of the honorarium, and boast that he is better.

"There are several sets of clothes in there, you can choose one to wear. The crow said slyly, "The smoker who was pecked to death by the crow was a special believer in ghosts, and lived alone in the mountains, and prepared a lot of clothes and coins for worshipping gods and ghosts, and hid them in that box." A big ghost doctor, without two sets of decent clothes, is a loss of identity. I wanted to hide it first, but you know, I'll just enjoy the medical expenses I gave you. ”

These words are refreshing, like the clear spring water of the mountains, and when you drink it in one gulp, your whole body is refreshed.

The poor dead man, full of joy and silent, blew lightly, and with a "click" blew open the iron lock of the box.

The ghost wants to open the lock, what is the lock in the mortal world?

There were no gold or silver treasures in the chest, but there were a lot of coins to take with them, as well as a set of suits, jackets, and denim cut out of straw paper and in good fabrics.

It's so thoughtful that it's all carefully prepared for ghosts.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng thought that the suit was too foreign and the jacket was too rustic, and only the denim suit was the most suitable for his temper, so he chose a set of denim clothes that were not big or small, not tight and loose, and wore them slowly.

Then, the poor ghost saw that there were handmade leather shoes in the box that were comparable to the brand-name leather shoes sold in the ghost market, and stretched out his foot to wipe it on the suit, and honestly and unceremoniously put on a pair of the most suitable feet.

Dressed up like this, the poor ghost has a new look, and he has really become much more handsome, neither too mature nor too naïve, and has become the prince charming in the minds of many female ghosts.

The crow pecker watched quietly, and interjected: "People are piles, all depend on clothes, and this is too suitable for ghosts - a straw bale rice bucket, as long as it is carefully dressed, it can also become dignified and outstanding." Alas, there are no ugly ghosts in the world, only slackers who don't know how to dress up, which is not bad at all. Your hair is too long, not earthy, and if you cut it shorter, it will look even more dignified. ”

"Are you praising me, or are you hurting me? Tell you, Lao Tzu was the most beautiful man in Yuhuang Village when he was alive! What are clothes? They are outside the body, and my hair is my own, and I can't cut it, I can't cut it. You can open your mouth and bark wildly, which means that your mouth is all right, don't you?

"No, no, no, count me in for talking. It's a matter of facts, it's not for the handsome guy Mao, please don't mind. ”

"It's pretty much the same, I don't remember the villain. The poor ghost said this, grabbed a few large handfuls of dark coins and stuffed them in his pocket, but he had other plans in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "After cutting off the long hair, I got the sulfur cannon, and I can see it at a glance in my hand, and with the long hair to cover it, I can give full play to the 'evil ghost scattering sand'." If you are an education leader in your previous life, you may be looked at differently and get some applause from the yang and yin, as for Lao Tzu, you don't have too many tongues!"

The crow pecked the ghost Hai Weiyang with anger, but he didn't dare to say more disrespectful words.

When he saw that there were forty or fifty boxes of "cool oil" in the box, he knew that it was raw opium that had not yet been refined, so he grabbed more than ten boxes and put them in his trouser pocket, and thought to himself: "That tobacco farmer is really innocent, for the sake of money, let those drug addicts fall deeper and deeper into the abyss, but in the end they will die in the wilderness, and there are no bones left, which is just a waste of work." Anyway, he has cigarettes and can't sell them, so I'll take some of them and put them on my body, and treat those evil spirits with bad thoughts indiscriminately!"

Looking back at the crow, he was sleepy for a while, his mouth was slightly better, and he obeyed the arrangement of the poor ghost, and soon fell asleep.

A handsome guy in a dignified place, caught in such a ghost place, there is no good food and drink, and there are no beautiful women and ghosts to match, what a sin, he should go to hell eighteen times.

What happened to those villagers? What happened to the gut-pumping ghost and the three beautiful ghosts? Lao Tzu's salary, do you want to be in the soup?

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang is cute, innocent, and doesn't have too many intrigues.

The big fat woman of the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei is not a beautiful ghost, she is ruthless, but also a little cute, as a partner who chews the root of the tongue and brags about the blind cow, it is slightly better than nothing.

The tongue puller is in good shape, slim and sign, but ah, it seems to be a little far away, as if it was the star of last night.

The poor ghost was so preoccupied that he was bored, and he walked out of the stone house, thinking of an opportunity to escape.

The white crow pecked at human flesh, and was already full, wiping the blood on its paws, and when it saw the poor ghost, his eyes were blazing, and he kept an eye on it.

"Stinky beast, it's really annoying!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was full of displeasure, pretended to be fond, approached the white crow, and kicked out abruptly, wanting to teach the white crow a lesson.

The white crow seemed to be able to predict the prophet, and had already gently and skillfully let it go to a place that could not be kicked, and stared at the poor ghost's every move with a cold and angry eye.

The poor dead ghost couldn't help but scold again: "A beast is a beast, and he will only be foolish and loyal to a certain master, and he doesn't know how to be flexible!

The white crow is peaceful, and only cares about watching loyally, and regards any rumors as a breeze in his ears.

The poor ghost looked down on the crow and thought to himself, "If you want to get out, you must first get rid of this flat-haired beast." , you can't beat it, you can't escape it, it's really troublesome. What does it like? Does it like money, or does it like beautiful women? People always have a hobby, and of course the flat-haired beast has some kind of love. ”

The poor dead ghost took out a handful of dead coins, counted them one by one, and observed the crows while counting, and found that the crows were unmoved, and thought with a wry smile: "Cheap beasts, they don't even pay attention to money - it's really a super cheap thing!"

Stuffing the dark coins into his pocket, the poor ghost took out four or five boxes of "cool oil", and played with them up and down, and found that the white crow was immediately interested, and his eyes rose and fell with the "cool oil".

The poor ghost was overjoyed, and secretly thought to himself: "The customs boss likes celebrity calligraphy and painting, and he was soon used by profiteers." You flat-haired brute likes this cool oil, that's great!"

Hi, knowing your weaknesses, will you be far from being done?

The poor ghost happily opened a box of "cool oil", made a few random gestures, and threw it at the white crow.

The white crow shook his head at the gesture of the poor dead ghost, and when he saw the "cool oil" flying out, he caught it without much effort.

However, the white crow hesitated, and put it on the ground, not devouring, but fixed its eyes on the face of the poor dead man, and quietly observed.

Eat quickly, calm your nerves, and have endless fun.

The white crow looked at the poor dead ghost, and then at the cool oil, and kept changing his gaze, looking contradictory, and finally did not swallow it.

"This beast wants to eat it, but I don't eat it first, it doesn't seem to dare to eat first, until it is three points smart. The poor ghost thought, opened his mouth wide, threw a box of "cool oil" without the lid lifted into his mouth, chewed it with relish, opened another box, and threw it at the crow.

The white crow caught it, no longer hesitated, swallowed it with a grunt, and swallowed the box on the ground again, and then like a greedy child, he stared at the hand of the poor ghost.

"As long as you are willing to swallow it, I will honor your old man for free!" The poor dead ghost concocted the same method, and he put three boxes of "cool oil" in his mouth in a row, chewed it weakly, and then lifted the lid and threw out three boxes.

The white crow did not refuse, and swallowed three boxes of "cool oil" that sold dog meat on sheep's head in a row, and his eyes became a little hazy as if he was drunk.

"I'll give you a boost, so you can get some good sleep sooner!" thought the poor ghost, and ran back and forth as if he were going to run away.

The white crow didn't know what the plan was, and ran back and forth, looking very excited, as if a beautiful woman had met a lover who had been thinking about her for a long time.

The poor ghost ran out of breath, then stopped.

The faster he ran, the faster the opium digested, and the crow had unconsciously entered a state of madness, and when the poor ghost stopped, he ran back and forth more than ten times, and then fell headlong on the rocks on the ground, and remained motionless.

"Sleep well, I'm leaving!" the poor ghost grinned and grimaced, turned into a wisp of smoke, and flew out of the mountains.