Verbal ridicule, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng doesn't have half a low-level desire in his heart, those destroyed excavators are still playing tricks in their heads, still digging in the front, back, left, right......

Every time the iron arm of the excavator waved, a villager's home collapsed and collapsed, and a collapse means that the hometown in the memory is more blurred, it means that the wandering time has been extended a lot, and it means that the heart of the poor ghost has more pain.

This state of mind, how can it be clear and clear to the "external ghosts"?

The poor ghost was unhappy in his heart, and it was inconvenient to say it one by one, so he forced a smile and took the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang to peek at the swelling ghost, the tongue pulling ghost and the hanged ghost to divide the money, and was much happier.

Yin is lonely and depressed enough, and there is money to share, it is really to see a lonely lamp in the dark night, and see a round of sun in the ice and snow.

The three female ghosts had always been shrewd and meticulous, but when they saw the bundle of dark coins, they immediately turned their heads in a daze, and they didn't know what to do, as if the dark coins were stained with poison or*, which made them immediately become mentally handicapped ghost children.

First of all, Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, proposed that you divide me one by one, and the three female ghosts read "You are a pile, she is a bundle, and I am a bundle", and they were divided in a certain order.

In the end, the tongue-pulling ghost was very articulate and extremely fast, and he had the most dark coins in front of him.

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan moved a little slowly, and there were the second most dark coins in front of him.

Kang Xiumei, a swelling ghost with big hands and feet, looked left and again, and found that something was wrong, and found that there were far fewer dark coins in front of her, so she asked, "Is this division fair?"

The tongue-puller blinked and replied unusually loudly, "That's fair!"

The hanged man replied ignorantly: "It seems to be fair!"

The swelling ghost coughed vigorously, spat a mouthful, and said slowly: "Since it is fair, then change it - the one in front of me is for the tongue puller, and the one in front of the tongue puller is mine for the expansion ghost." ”

Unable to help but say, he opened his arms and pounced on the dark coin in front of the tongue-pulling ghost, of course the tongue-pulling ghost disagreed, so the two ghosts grabbed each other's hair, and while insulting, they tore and beat each other.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, the hanged ghost immediately grabbed the coin and loaded it onto his body, stuffing his trouser pockets, coat pockets, and bra with the coins.

When it was done, the hanged man was about to leap up and float away, but the tongue puller and the swelling ghost, who had turned unconscious and sober, tore off her outer pants and swayed her upside down, pouring out every wad of coins.

The three female ghosts were tired, so they could only sit down, shouting noisily, scratching their ears and knocking their foreheads one by one, looking for another way to re-divide the coins.

The other method is nothing new, but the tongue puller and the hanged ghost are the overseers, and the inflated ghost divides the hundred piles of dead coins into three parts in turn.

At the end, there was still a pile of dark coins left, and the controversy began again-

The swelling ghost sighed: "If Scissors Ghost is present, it will be fair and reasonable to borrow her scissors to cut it into three parts." ”

The tongue-pulling ghost shouted: "The dark coin is cut to pieces, how can I use it?"

The hanged ghost also chimed in: "How do you use it if it's cut out?"

The swelling ghost was on fire, grabbed the pile of dark coins that were not easy to divide, and said confidently: "This pile is too troublesome, no one needs it, just tear it up and throw it away." ”

The gut-pumping ghost and the hanged ghost firmly disagreed, so they rushed the divided netherworld coins to a pile, and began to look for another way to divide them......

Looking, watching, the gloomy mood of the poor dead ghost unconsciously disappeared, and his mood brightened again.

Before his death, he was not a persistent person, and he couldn't change the status quo, and he would never blatantly strive to change, and he would be a ghost of the underworld, so he naturally wouldn't stick to a certain dilemma.

"There is wine today and drunk today, tomorrow there is worry and tomorrow is worried, Lao Tzu can't take care of too many idle things!"

With such a ruthlessness, even if the poor ghost Mao Changsheng never forgot his hometown in his previous life, he was temporarily freed from that melancholy.

Seeing the three female ghosts splitting the money, the poor ghost and the scissor ghost became happier and happier the more they looked in secret, and if they hadn't covered their mouths vigorously, they would have laughed out loud.

In this way, again and again, the sky was unconsciously brightened, and the white mist gently shrouded the villages and fields under the mountain, making the scenery dreamlike and picturesque, and the poor ghost felt relaxed and happy, but the three female ghosts were not used to the light of the day, and suddenly realized, picked up the dark coin, and hid in the dark of the cave in a panic to continue to separate.

Scissor Ghost is also afraid of the light, and when the sun is about to rise, he is also terrified.

The poor ghost burrowed into a long-abandoned rat hole in the stone wall, cleaned it carefully, and the scissorheads curled up in the darkness, yawning, and falling asleep.

There are ice ghosts in the cave, and there are thousands of ghosts that the poor dead have desperately brought into the cave, how can they remain silent, as if you don't exist?

The poor ghost was reborn and curious, and turned into a wisp of wind and drifted into the cave.

In a dark and dim place not far from the entrance of the cave, the three female ghosts continued to note that they were tired and obsessed with dividing the coins, not to mention the poor dead ghosts who noticed the cautious movements, even if an elephant entered, they would turn a blind eye and hear nothing.

"There must be something wrong with this dark coin, otherwise I wouldn't have kept the three female ghosts so carried away. ”

The poor ghost pondered to himself and continued to march deeper into the cave.

In the past, there was no cold in the cave, but at this moment, the more the poor ghost walked inside, the more he felt the cold, and the cold was as if he had walked into a cold ice cave.

"Oh, the gambling ghost of the Ice Ghost King Baishi must have recovered his ghost power and is cultivating at a deep level in it. Before he was done, Lao Tzu went to take a soak of urine and completely destroyed him, so as not to have many dreams at night and endless troubles. My urine, my elixir, will benefit him immensely if I take it internally, and if I sprinkle it on him, it will ruin all his cultivation. ”

"This bastard is not only a sinister and cunning gambler, but also a hippie smiling pervert, if he is done and becomes an invincible yin ghost, then he will be very obedient, and he will definitely win people's love, to seduce or rob Lao Tzu's beloved Mei Yixiang! Eradicate weeds, you must do it as soon as possible!"

The poor ghost was afraid that the ice ghost had come to fight for the scissor ghost, and decided to take a risk to destroy the ice ghost, but the more difficult it became, he found that not only was the cold more and more unbearable, but the ice on the stone wall of the cave was getting thicker and thicker, and he was about to freeze and freeze.

"No, no, if you go further, Lao Tzu will become a popsicle. Oh, aren't those lonely ghosts frozen?"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was startled and quickly took a step back.

Not far ahead, densely packed, full of strange-looking popsicles, with heads, hands, feet and human bodies, a hundred children to taste one, guaranteed to be able to gnaw half a day.

No, it wasn't a real popsicle, it was a lonely ghost frozen in ice—hard, cold ice on the outside, and a ghost that couldn't move inside.

"Ah, I'd better quit quickly, lest my rival in love not be eradicated, first eradicate the rival in love - Lao Tzu can't freeze here, let a beautiful ghost go to the widow, and then let a ghost bachelor pick up the bargain. ”

Without further ado, the poor ghost immediately withdrew.

Seeing that the three female ghosts were still dizzy and dividing the dark coins, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was annoyed and helpless, grabbed the pine firewood charcoal left by his predecessors, and wrote on the stone wall: "There are ice ghost mongrels in it, and if you enter it without permission, you will bear the consequences!"

After writing, he immediately floated out of the cave.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, the poor dead man rubbed his hands, stretched his waist, and opened his eyes wide at the head of the village, and suddenly his face changed.

As the gut-pumping ghost said, after damaging 17 excavators during the night, the engineering team did not retreat in spite of the difficulties, and called to the city overnight, and the city convoy set off overnight, and another large trailer towed 34 excavators, as well as 10 loaders and 20 large trucks.

The long convoy was mighty, vigorous, and the momentum was getting bigger and bigger.

Not only that, but in the first high-end limousine, there was also a yellow-clothed crown, embroidered with charms and Taiji diagrams.

The exorcist mage is less than thirty years old, holding a thousand-year-old peachwood sword, and with words in his mouth, he can feel a strong murderous aura from afar.

Oh, that's a ghost exorcist secretly kept by the government, and the money spent on him every year is no less than 300,000 yuan.

construction of buildings, roads, reservoirs...... Any large-scale construction project will inevitably make the exorcist make a lot of trouble and spend a lot of money.

The government officials all seem to be in suits and leather shoes, full of new terms of materialism or something, and the common people listen to them as if they are listening to a book from heaven, but their belief in ghosts and gods is deep-rooted.

The seventeen destroyed excavators had the charms on them drawn and pasted by the exorcist.

From the conversation of the officialdom, the exorcist knew that Yanhuang Village had not only become a place for merchants, but also a place for ghosts, so in order to prevent major losses, he sold seventeen charms to the construction boss at a price of five thousand each, but he didn't expect that something big had happened.

In addition to being angry, the exorcist decided to go out in person, not to mention killing all the lonely souls and wild ghosts in Yanhuang Village, but also to ensure the safety of one party and create an immortal name.

"It's over, my hometown is in trouble. "The poor ghost looked bright, and when he saw everything clearly, he sighed, jumped up on a tall tree and sat down, and looked helplessly at all the changes in the village, and looked extremely depressed.

The convoy slowly entered the village, the trailer stopped in the open area of Tianba, and the brand-new excavators slowly got off the trailer and dispersed to the side.

With the help of thick steel cables, the 17 damaged excavators were lifted onto the trailer one by one and slowly transported away, presumably back to the repair shop or manufacturing plant.

After a short break, the workers set up a high lift, and the exorcist mage climbed the high lift, wore his hair and danced his sword, chanted words, and threw a spell in black and yellow letters in all directions, and then stepped down and pasted eight charms in eight directions on an excavator.

The excavator with eight fus in his body slowly started, followed by 100 workers, and pounced on the only three-story building in the village, the house of the casino owner, and dug three times in a row, digging three large holes with a bang, indicating that the construction had officially begun, and then returned to the construction site.

For the whole day, without doing anything else, the professional butcher dragged a snow-white yak weighing about 2,000 catties from the truck, and the exorcist mage chattered around three times before slaughtering it with a knife.

After the whole yak was stripped and cleaned, more than a dozen recognized people helped carry it into a super cauldron and cook it on top of the blazing fire......

The workers feasted and drank all day under the particularly incendiary speeches of the big bosses.

The poor ghost was in a bad mood, but when he met a lot of food and drink, the sky was soon clear, and he avoided the dark room where the exorcist mage sat quietly and never showed up, drinking a beer here and chewing a lump of yak people there, and his heart was happy.

After eating and drinking, the poor ghost went back and forth, and also sent beef and beer three times to Scissor Ghost, which made Scissors Ghost smile and keep saying "It's the New Year ahead of schedule".

Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha and being generous to others, this kind of tireless way of being a villain has always been a low-cost and high-profit way.

The poor ghost has a thorough understanding when he is helpless in the world, and at this moment, it is even more popular.

Idle and bored, after he sent wine and meat to his dear scissors ghost, he also sent one to the female ghost who was exhausted by the three pennies, and sent one to the intestine pumping ghost who was watching the changes in the old grave.

The ghosts ate and drank with relish, in addition to admiring the poor ghosts' clever medical skills, they also admired the poor ghosts' way of dealing with ghosts.