The poor ghost Mao Changsheng shouted at the stone house: "Lord Director, you are a dignified hell ghost, famous, do you want to embarrass a little girl? Where did you hide the scissors ghost? If you don't tell me, I will demolish this stone house!"

"The stone house is not mine in the first place, so if you want to demolish it, you can demolish it. The crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang said lazily in the stone house, "You also underestimate me too much, this ghost will not be interested in the girl you like." The purpose of catching her is only to bring you in, so that you can recuperate here for a few years. If you miss her, let's go to the grave!"

In the grave, is it a strange fragrance of scissors ghosts...... After being murdered, he was thrown into that grave?

Ghosts are not easy to be murdered, especially powerful ghosts with unusual skills, but the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is in turmoil, so he won't think about it carefully.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng "buzzed" in his head, and a wisp of the feeling of extinction instantly passed, and the figure floated to the place where the corpse of the smoker was buried.

The four female ghosts, Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, Cao Jinzhu, the steamer ghost, Kang Xiumei, the swelling ghost, and Sha Jishan, the hanged ghost, were also stunned, and suddenly surrounded them, and opened their eyes wide at the grave suppressed by the boulder.

"What's going on?" asked Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost.

"Cut ...... Scissor Ghost is down there. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng said miserably and urgently, bending down to move the boulder pressed on the grave, using all his ghost power, but the boulder did not move, as if a dragonfly wanted to shake a stone pillar.

"You can't move such a pebble? The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei grinned and slowly rolled up her sleeves, "You are only suitable for skillful strength, such a rough and stupid job is the most suitable for me." If we are husband and wife, it will be a match made in heaven - you practice medicine, I will do labor, and I will have another litter of ghosts, and the family will live happily. ”

"That's not likely," Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, scoffed, "If the two of you are in the same family, the family property will definitely be eaten up by you." An old cow and a male rabbit form a family, and if you want to be happy, it is really a dream. You two don't fit at first glance, the fat woman should dispel her delusions earlier!"

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu ate and laughed for a long time.

The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei asked rhetorically: "Do you think you are suitable? Born with a hemp rod waist, with one effort, accurate and accurate!

The tongue-pulling ghost was still arguing, but the poor ghost was overwhelmed and said, "It's not your sweetheart, so you are naturally not in a hurry if something big happens." If you don't want to help, you can sit and chat wherever it is cool, I'm going to be busy saving my Xiang'er!"

As he spoke, he bent down again to lift the slate, sparing no effort, his face was deformed and distorted, but the boulder remained the same, motionless.

"Xiang'er, are you okay?" the poor ghost was anxious, calling out to the gap in the stone slab, and tears fell in large pieces.

"Why are you crying? The dignified medicine ghost, when you encounter difficulties, you will pee on the cat?" the steamer ghost laughed, and also bent down to help the poor ghost carry the slate, but the slate did not understand, but his chest protruded, and he wanted to break the translucent gauze clothes.

"Is this a help? I think it's selling beautiful breasts and breast enlargement. The hanged ghost Sha Jishan was seriously picky, and also bent down, "Look at it, this sister shows her hand to the little sisters." ”

The hanged man grabbed the edge of the slab and slammed it down, making a "poof" sound.

The swelling ghost and the gut-pumping ghost immediately laughed at the flowers, and the poor ghost couldn't help but laugh with tears on his face.

The hanged man blushed and stood dumbfounded, looking stranger than ever.

The steamer ghost exclaimed softly: "Sister Hanged Ghost is really extraordinary! Your fart is so loud, you didn't break your pants, did you? Poof, I thought the tire had burst." ”

The hanged man couldn't hold back any longer, covered his eyes and laughed loudly, and the laughter spread for a long time.

After the laughter stopped, the tongue-plucking ghost said humbly: "Sister Hanged Ghost has shown her hand, sister, I will also show off." Look, I'll break the stone with a whip. ”

After saying that, he suddenly pulled out his tongue, and the tongue grew to three zhang long, raised it high, and pulled it down with the force of thunder.

However, when the tongue whip fell, the poor dead man tried to push the tongue puller by the waist, and the tongue puller could not stand and fell down, and his tongue lost his head, and he struck the grass three feet away from the boulder, and suddenly pulled out a ditch about half a foot deep and about two feet long.

That strength is really amazing, if the long tongue is whipped on the boulder, the boulder will inevitably fall apart.

The spectators were amazed, but the tongue-pulling ghost asked puzzledly: "Brother Mao, what are you doing here? Why don't you allow me to break the big stone slab? Isn't it better to carry it by breaking it into pieces?"

The poor ghost shook his head and said angrily: "If the slate is broken and falls, it will definitely hurt Xiang'er." This way doesn't work, we have to find another way. ”

The hanged ghost instigated: "I don't think the tongue-pulling ghost is at ease, and wants to kill Mei Yixiang, and then replace her himself, so as to pretend to be the bride on the bed." ”

"Shut your foul mouth!" the tongue puller shook his tongue, "sow discord again, fan the flames, and I'll smash your ass." ”

The hanged man covered his mouth and snickered, not daring to talk more.

The steamer ghost smiled and said, "Now it's time for the fat sister to perform." ”

"Yes, it's time for the fat sister to perform!" The swelling ghost was not humble, and after rolling up his sleeves, he felt that it was not enough to be imposing, and rolled up the two trouser legs.

"What are you doing rolling your trousers, you want to go down to the field and plant seedlings?" said the tongue puller mockingly, "and you'd better take off your fat pants and throw them away." ”

The hanged man and the steamer grinned.

The swelling ghost ignored it, spit a little spit and rubbed it in the palm of his hand, bent down, called "get up", and lifted the Qianjun boulder up at once, spun it violently, and as soon as he let go, the slate flew towards the stone house with a swift wind.

The boulder hit the stone house, and the stone house was bound to be razed to the ground in an instant, but between the lightning and the stone fire, a ghost crow flew out of the stone house, which instantly became bigger than an ostrich, and the two claws were pressed down from above, and with a bang, the boulder fell on the grass five feet away from the stone house.

The ghost crow jumped on the stone slab, looked left and right, and was complacent, no longer paying attention to anyone, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The four female ghosts and the poor ghost were all stunned, but when the poor ghost was startled, he immediately looked into the grave and was dumbfounded.

The grave was empty, there was no fragrance of plums, no corpses of smokers who had watched the crows bury before, only a putrid stench.

The four female ghosts came closer and were disappointed.

Where are the corpses?

Where did Mei Yixiang go?

The poor ghost said sadly: "If I don't find Xiang'er, I will never be able to get out of the shadow of my soul, and if I don't find the corpses buried here, we will never be able to leave this strange and psychedelic place." ”

The tongue-puller asked, "What's going on?"

The poor ghost said miserably: "Xiang'er is the key to my heart, and the corpse is the key to this psychedelic land—without the key to open the lock, we can all be prisoners." ”

"Are you talking about human words, or ghost words, why can't I understand them?" asked the expanding ghost, rubbing his hands, feeling that he had heard the Book of Heaven.

The poor dead ghost said irritably, "You fat woman, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, you can't understand it when you say it." Well, you try, and whoever can get out of here, even if she's the eldest sister. ”

To be a big sister is to be commanding, and to be a little sister means that you can only be a girl and a slave - who doesn't want to be a big sister?

When the four female ghosts heard this, they scrambled and flew out in four directions.

But in an instant, without exception, they were back in their original place—by the poor ghost—and they were all amazed.

"What's going on?"

"This is the first time that Sister Ben has encountered such a strange thing!"

"The first time I met it, it shows that you are still a little sister, you don't know much, this long-tongued sister is on a rampage, and in a blink of an eye, she met four times and added four times, and she couldn't rush out in all directions. ”

"Long-tongued woman!"

......

The three female ghosts who had been making trouble for a long time were making trouble again.

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu didn't say a word, looking at it in confusion, thinking.

"We may never be able to get out," said the poor ghost Mao Changsheng lonely, "If the crow ghost doesn't take out the bone key, we can only stay here for thousands of months." ”

"Isn't this good?" said the inflated ghost, "We four fairy-like female ghosts are all married to you, and you are glamorous, isn't it?"

"A fairy-like female ghost?" Ma Mengyao, a tongue-pulling ghost, corrected, "It should be said that a female ghost like a flower and jade, a female ghost who captivates the city and the country!"

"I can say whatever I like, what do you care?" the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei roared, "I said that I am a fairy-like female ghost, okay?"

"Yes, we are all fairy-like female ghosts!" the hanged ghost Sha Jishan said, "I can also say the same: we are all unlucky ghosts!"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu laughed out loud.

The poor ghost didn't want to listen to the nagging of the female ghosts, so he sat on the grass and said infinitely desolately: "I only need one Xiang'er, too many will turn me into a slave." Xiang'er, where are you? I miss you so much!"

Tears, here they are again.

"What are you crying about? Do you want to learn from Liu Bei? I can't get used to seeing male ghosts crying noses!" The tongue-pulling ghost reprimanded in disgust, and turned his gaze to the stone house, "Let's attack the crow, let him obediently hand over the key to the corpse, and then go to find your fragrant smell." ”

"Yes!" the other three female ghosts said in unison, and they all clapped their hands.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei turned to the poor ghost and comforted him softly: "Baby, what are you sad about? I'll pull off the ghost head of the crow peck ghost and give it to you to play football! Don't cry, although you cry cutely, my heart hurts!"

"Super meaty!" The hanged ghost Sha Jishan laughed "sneering", and after laughing, he felt that he was learning from the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand and tightened his face.

And the steamer ghost looked at the stone house with a serious expression, looking thoughtful.

The crow pecks at the ghost Hai Weiyang, who is cunning and cunning, what are the chances of winning if he attacks him?

Even if you don't have a chance of winning, you have to fight.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng wiped his tears, and Huo Ran stood up.