The poor ghost was suddenly retreated, shocked and angry, and opened his mouth to scold the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the sneak attacker.

The slippery rope was immediately loosened with interest, and the bound hands and feet were also free in an instant.

The poor ghost turned around, and found that it was a gut-pumping ghost, and as soon as he withdrew his intestines, he was smiling with a terrifying mouth, and he suddenly became angry.

"Boss, you're too reckless," the poor ghost grinned, "I'm fortunate to think of the boss brother in advance, otherwise another trick of the evil ghost to scatter sand, offering two strange treasures, the boss's intestines are afraid that there will be many holes, and it will not be easy to repair it......"

"Hehe, I'm sorry!" said the gut-pumping ghost, expertly stuffing his intestines into his stomach and smiling with a smile, "The matter is urgent, and I don't have time to say hello, so I can only risk offending my brother." The county magistrate, although his face is hateful, he is a mercenary hooligan and scoundrel, he has done a lot of things that deceive him and deceive him, and he deserves to be strangled to death by his brother ten times, but he can't let him die now, and he still has use value. ”

"And the use value?" the poor ghost was a little puzzled, "I really want to strangle him." ”

"You can't do it now. "With such a scheming leader, wouldn't it be a lot less trouble to get the villagers out of this village?" without the interference of the villagers, building a nineteen-story hell would naturally be much faster." ”

Being able to live without harming life, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is naturally happy, but because there is less excitement, there is also a feeling of loss.

"When did you come?" the poor ghost nodded, thinking of the salary, and shook his long hair with a lot of knots, "I saved a lot of people today, most of them are recorded in this hair, and a few don't take it seriously, the boss brother should calculate the salary, right?"

The gut-pumping ghost took out a free hand and touched his waist bag, took out half of the cigar, and after scribbling in the void, handed it to the poor ghost, shook his head and said with a smile: "Oh, brother, what about the money, it's not a problem, the problem is that I really haven't taken the money for the time being." Remember: if I deceive you, I will not let you be wrapped in thousands of dollars in the future, and I will be willing to go back to each of the eighteen layers of hell and suffer for ten billion years. Soon, these villagers have been taken away, the day of taking over the project is just around the corner, as long as the project money is allocated, I will first send you a red envelope of one million to your brother......"

A million, my mother, is an astronomical amount, and I never dreamed of it.

"Wouldn't it?" the poor ghost honestly and unceremoniously took the cigar, took a sharp puff, and then exhaled the smoke slowly, and suddenly became very gentle, "There are really a million dark coins, and my problems with my marriage, house, and car should be solved." Boss, when did you come here, and what should we do next?"

"I'm not as good as my brother, of course, I don't dare to come out until after sunset. I thought that the soles of my brother's feet were smeared with oil, but it turned out to be really affectionate and righteous, so that I will never doubt it in the future!" A migrant village has already been built there, and there are more than enough people to live in these villagers, which the government has planned and built for a long time, but no information has been disclosed in advance. Our current task is to prevent those representatives of the Seventeenth Layer of Hell from taking advantage of the fire to rob and harm any villager and steal our credit. ”

"Do you want to be a bodyguard? The poor ghost happily asked, "Didn't you want to go on a killing spree before?"

"Killing people is the next resort, even if Lord Hades doesn't know it now, he will understand it in the future.

"Old man, he plans to build the nineteenth layer of hell here, but he doesn't plan to turn this village into a burial place for these villagers.

"I have done a lot of evil in the world, and today I stayed in the grave for a day and thought about it, and I felt that there were some evil things, but I didn't have to do it, and if I could avoid it, I was happy. ”

The gut-pumping ghost sighed as he spoke, obviously from the bottom of his heart.

"Escort the villagers into the city, where the lights are bright, and the evil spirits do not like the lights, so they have no intention of disturbing them.

"With less hassle and less trouble, the construction of the resort will speed up the progress, and the nineteenth floor of hell will be completed sooner......"

"The resort, the nineteenth hell of the future?" The poor dead man was a little confused.

"Yes," the gut-pumping ghost smirked, "brother, do you know how to be cost-conscious? If you build it by people, you can greatly reduce the cost, and we will be able to make a lot of money! There are some subtle things, brother, you don't need to understand, as long as you listen to my arrangement, follow my actions, and make a lot of money." ”

"That's good, as long as you have money to make, I don't want to think about complicated things. The poor ghost was very satisfied, "If you don't know how to make a lot of money with your brains, what better thing in the world can there be?"

Hmph, this is the difference between a boss and a small worker: the boss makes money with his brain, and the small worker makes money with his feet; the boss thinks positively, and the small worker goes with the flow.

The gut-pumping ghost was secretly proud, but he didn't say this kind of thought, smiled slightly, and then said solemnly: "Let's go, let's go to escort the ghost! The less trouble along the way, the better, it's best not to kill a person, it's best not to overturn a car or two! As long as the county magistrate is not entangled in trouble, the nineteenth layer of hell will soon be built!"

"Well, everything is up to you. You say that I will never face west, and I will never say two if you say one!" The poor dead ghost was in high spirits, turning into a yin wind and flying up, "Let's go, as long as one day I can raise my eyebrows, have a beautiful station, and have a daughter-in-law who I am reluctant to leave, and work hard without eating, drinking, or sleeping." I thought that the county magistrate was so shrewd that it was just a piece of cake compared to the ghost boss. People, no matter how good they are, there are no ghosts. ”

The gut-pumping ghost was overjoyed when he heard this, and he jumped in the air, and suddenly made a fuss and cried out: "Hurry, something bad is going to happen!"

When the first police car was about to leave the village, a spectacle appeared in front of him, the driver immediately stopped the car, the police chief immediately pulled out the pistol on his belt, and the officers and soldiers on the vehicles behind him also immediately took off the * on their shoulders and put it in front of them.

What's wrong? It's going to fall?

I don't know when, hundreds of pigs, dogs, and cows in the village are concentrated in the middle of the road at the head of the village, forming three layers of extremely tacit understanding, blocking the way.

The dog sat upright, sticking out his tongue, staring intently at the vehicle preparing to leave the village, looking like he was about to start, desperate.

The pig is on the second floor, his eyes are blood-red, his eyes are straight ahead, hollow and weird, his mouth is grinding his teeth, sizzling, and he looks salivating.

The gray buffalo has a drooping beak, panting, its body is proud, its eyes are red, and it looks cynical, ready to bear the brunt of it.

This picture is very strange.

What's wrong with these brutes? If you want to stop strangers from taking away their masters, you can't rebel?

When the poor ghost looked left and right, he knew that these animals had been haunted by evil spirits, and they had no time to rescue them, so they were left out in the cold until now.

These animals made him feel affectionate and guilty—the poor ghosts were nameless imps, insignificant in the group of ghosts, but they still seemed to have some ability to deal with the living and living animals—they could have saved them, but they were unable to do so, and they were delayed.

"What are we going to do?" asked the Poor Dead with a sideways look at the gut-pumping ghost, hoping for clear instructions.

"Stop them from attacking the crowd. "It will be very troublesome if people are killed or injured, and a lot of time and energy will be wasted, but these animals are injured and injured, and they can be disposed of when the garbage is disposed of." ”

The poor ghost hesitated and said, "Okay, listen to the boss." ”

He said this, but his heart thought differently: "Listen to the boss for everything, hasn't Lao Tzu become an incorrigible minion? A lackey who loves money like his life? If a ghost has no heart, he is not as good as these beasts!"

Think about it and wait and see how it changes.

The driver was at a loss, looking at the director's face for a reliable answer.

The director's gaze became extremely resolute, pressed the window glass, put the pistol out the window, and ordered the young driver: "Honk!"

"Doodoo ......"

"Doodoo ......"

......

As soon as the horn of the first car sounded, more than 20 cars behind also sounded the horn, and the sound was connected to one side, resounding through the dam and the mountains, and it was spread endlessly for a long time.

The dog, ignoring it, still sticks out its tongue.

Pigs, hearing but not hearing, still grinding their fangs.

The cow, feeling slightly uncomfortable, shook his head irritably.

None of the three animals was ready to flee, and all of them seemed calm and composed, looking at death as if they were at home.