When the exorcist mage entered Yanhuang Village, he was quite humble on the first day, and after a small fight, he joined the ranks of eating and drinking with a smile, and on the second day, he began another vigorous act.

The poor ghost has always been unwilling to be lonely, and relying on his talent to come and go freely in the daytime, he naturally did not miss the excitement.

When the sun rises in the east and the glow is brilliant, the exorcist mage is ready to stop, wearing a yellow ghost-scaring hat with soft ears and long belts, wearing a yellow background and red pattern bluffing clothes with Taiji drawings painted on the front chest and back, shaking the red copper iron handle of the ghost bell in his left hand, and wielding a smooth and shiny thousand-year-old peach wood ghost slashing sword in his right hand, chattering and chanting the ghost suppression charm in his mouth, and calmly weaving around in Yanhuang Village.

Behind the exorcist mage, followed by hundreds of workers with different expressions, carrying the paste made of wheat flour, holding a large brush, dipping the paste into the door of each house, and soon some workers took the yellow paper with strange spells and pasted it, wiped and pressed, and then walked to the next one.

In this job, the workers seemed very happy, and they seemed respectful and respectful beside the exorcist mage, and when the distance was slightly widened, they whispered and giggled, some of them were smiling and smoking cheap cigarettes, and some of them bluntly said to their companions: "This kind of ghost coaxing work is easy, effortless, fun and a lot of wages, I hope I can do it for a few more days." ”

The obedient companion felt the same way, but he faked a serious lesson: "You can say such things, beware of the boss hearing you and telling you to leave immediately - the boss doesn't like to steal and play tricks." ”

"I'm just talking," said the talkative worker, who immediately became serious, "I never cheat in my work, but I like to joke - even if the boss hears it, he will look closely and see what is done." ”

The workers put on the charms in all directions, and after walking away, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked at the charms on a wooden door.

The spell has a long apostrophe in front and a long pinch in the back, with six "kill" characters in the middle and above, arranged in two rows, and nine "ghost" characters arranged in three rows.

The poor dead ghost didn't feel anything at first glance, but after a closer look, he suddenly became flustered, and the word "kill ghosts" kept jumping in front of him, and his ears suddenly sounded full of deterrent power, and he continued to rumble and roar: "Kill ghosts, kill ghosts, kill ghosts......"

In an instant, the poor ghost felt unprecedented fear, as if his heart was about to explode, and his head was about to burst, so he quickly retreated, jumped onto the roof of a private house, looked up at the sky, and breathed rapidly for a moment before calming down in the heartbeat.

What a spell!

What a great exorcist mage!

Niang Xipi, this miscellaneous mage still has some real talents, not exactly wine bags and rice bags.

The poor ghost has always been free and free, there are no taboos, and there is a sense of panic and danger that will disappear before the spell, and the other ghosts and ghosts, as long as they get close to the spell and the like, it will be difficult to escape.

What should I do? I can't let this miscellaneous mage bully the ghost of the underworld like this, we have to find a way to teach him a lesson and let him get away!

The poor ghost encountered a panic in the morning, and in the afternoon, he saw that the mage led the workers to paste charms from house to house, and began to eat and drink, and went to eat and drink, and encountered * annoyance, and could not get his wish at all.

The exorcist mage was really prescient, and on the door of the workers' dormitory, the kitchen door, and the makeshift toilet door, there were all pasted charms with the words "kill" and nine "ghost", and no lonely ghost could get close to the range of three feet away.

The poor ghost hated so much that his teeth itched, and he turned around and returned to the mountain bag at the head of the village, and got into the ancient tomb where the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong was asleep, and shouted: "Boss, boss, something is wrong, we have met a master, and the end is coming......"

"I'm impatient and anxious, and my life is not good!" said the gut-pumping ghost, who slowly got up and smiled lazily, "I am too drunk, and I don't want to sit and walk anymore." Slowly, those who do great things must first stabilize their positions, and only by winning can they win over others. ”

The poor ghost frowned and said, "The teacher's lesson to the students will be avoided! The top priority is that the archmage has pasted spells everywhere in the village, which is extremely powerful, and we, as ghosts of the underworld, will become less and less free and more passive! If we don't eliminate the hidden danger as soon as possible, it won't be long before people will completely rule our ghost clan, and we won't be able to accomplish any great cause!"

"Is that the case?" the gut-pumping ghost immediately became energetic, "ghosts are harmless to people's hearts, people are harmful to ghosts, this is simply going back! No, you can't let that archmage do whatever he wants, you have to clean him up like garbage." ”

"How to clean it up?" "The poor ghost Mao Changsheng went straight to the point, "What tricks does the boss brother have?"

"There's no trick, but there's a good idea. The gut-pumping ghost grinned, and the mouth without lips looked terrifying, staring at the poor dead ghost, "How to clean it up, it's all up to the brothers!"

"Rely on me?" said the poor ghost's eyes widened, about to crack his sockets, "It's not a joke. I am a poor ghost, I can do small things, but I can't do big things. ”

The gut-pumping ghost grinned and said: "The ancients said well, saying that money can make ghosts grind, and saying that under heavy rewards, there must be brave men." I still do this kind of trivial thing myself, that is, overkill, self-defeating. ”

"You pay, I'll help?" the poor ghost scratched his forehead, "Do you mean that?"

The gut-pumping ghost smiled and said, "This time, I'll give two million to clean up this scourge! The mage disappeared without hindrance, and the laborers from the underworld were able to build the nineteenth layer of hell. ”

After saying that, he withdrew his hand and swiped the void, and each of his two hands raised two bundles of dark coins, which were obviously two million.

The poor ghost was stunned for a moment, and said bitterly: "Fighting with the mage, that is a very risky thing, and if there is a slight accident, a medicine ghost that is rare in 100 million years will be wiped out......"

"It's a tough job," said the gut-pumping, feigning concern, "for my brother's sake, I'll have to ask for another skill." Two million, a small number, brother, you definitely won't take it seriously, so let the other ghosts get rich. ”

With a flick of both hands, the stygian coin was hidden.

"No, no, no...... the poor ghost panicked, "Looking around, there are not many ghosts who dare to fight to the death with the archmage." For the sake of the boss's brother's ambition, go up the knife mountain, go down to the sea of fire, and enter the oil pot, and the brothers can only step forward. Alas, big boss, you should add some more wages!"

"It's easy to say," said the gut-smoking ghost, with a shake of his hand and an extra golden, white-smoking cigar, "even if you spend 10 million, you can't buy this cigarette - give it to you!"

The poor dead man was skeptical, took the cigar and looked at it, extinguished the white smoke, carefully put it in his pocket, and said, "I must save such a good cigarette for the night of the candle in the cave room." This time, as the two million of the salary, you can help me keep it, if I die together, you will give it to the female ghosts: Mei Yixiang 1 million, the three female ghosts 100,000 yuan each, and the rest will be donated to the ghost orphanage. ”

"Well done, you're not going to die. The gut smoker was a little moved, "If you have a good cigarette, enjoy it first, don't always think about it later." Good brother, learn to live in the moment. Go, I'll wait for you to sing Brother Kai back, and then go to the ghost dance hall to pick up girls. ”

"Pickle girl, then let's get free, I can't be sorry for the love in my heart!" The poor ghost stepped out of the grave with his head held high, his face sad, and he chanted in a long voice, "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone...... Fuck it, get rich. ”

The poor ghost left the intestinal ghost, saw that the sun was getting wester, the red clouds were gradually rising, the sky was full of colorful clouds, the weather was thousands, lying on the top of a pine tree, and gradually calmed down.

To get rich is to make a fortune, but you must use your brain more and less hands, and you must not put your life into it.

Alas, having money can make ghosts grind, and it's not worth taking risks alone, so you can pay for other ghosts to help.

Who's going to help?

It's okay to owe mountains and water, ask the female ghost to help, even if they pay the wages, once they feel that he still owes them, they will be haunted and entangled, and it will be miserable.

No, the career of the male ghost should be handled by the male ghost himself.

After thinking about it, time flies unconsciously, the red sun sets, the afterglow is gone, night falls, and the sneaky things hidden in the day also appear one after another.

A big smoker, carrying a large pipe, staggered to the pine tree where the poor ghost lived, and the poor ghost looked at the three-foot-long pipe, the small bowl-sized pipe, and the smoke that came out of the mouth and nose like smoke from the chimney, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and decided to use it.

"Uncle, where are you going?" the poor ghost floated down in front of the big smoker, shaking the cigar sent by the gut-pumping ghost, "The rapid years, the surging water, what's the use of being poor, it's better to live in the moment." Uncle, borrow a fire!"

When the big smoker saw the cigar in the hand of the poor ghost, he was demented, and his big mouth opened on his plush face, and he couldn't close it for a long time, as if a poor man chopping wood suddenly saw the gold and silver in a cave.

In an instant, the poor ghost understood the value of the cigar in his hand - the treasure knife was left to the strong man, and the Yaoqin was given to the bosom friend - the admiration of the insiders is the real admiration.

"Do you want to smoke this cigarette?" asked the poor man nonchalantly.

"I want to dream of it!" the big smoker was flattered, and trembled and knelt down, trembling and stretched out his black hands, "It is worth it to be a ghost to smoke such a cigar." ”

"Here you go!" said the poor man, placing the cigar in the big smoker's hand, "it's not a big deal, a friend gave it." I don't have a big addiction to smoking, and it's a good thing to give treasures to those who know the goods. ”

As soon as the big smoker received the cigar, he looked left and right, sniffed up, sniffed down, suddenly stuffed it into his arms, spread his legs and started running, and in an instant, like a headless fly, ran to the migrant workers' accommodation, only to stop panting, and said to himself: "A poor ghost, there is such a good cigar, strange thing." I have to keep this cigar for when my son marries his daughter-in-law. ”

Thinking that he had gotten rid of the poor ghost, he took out his cigar and was about to take a closer look at it again, but the cigar was in the hands of the poor ghost.

The big smoker was stunned, and the poor ghost spoke unhurriedly: "You only need to lure a worker out of the door and let him be three feet away from the spell, and this cigar worth tens of millions will be yours." As long as you do it, I will never break my word. ”

"It's that simple?" After the big smoker was stunned for a moment, he stretched his eyebrows, "If you don't speak, I'll teach you a lesson with a pipe!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng "shh

The big smoker patted his chest, pulled his posture away, and coughed continuously, the cough became louder and louder, more and more weird, more and more rhythmic, and the cough actually read Allegro: "No smoke, no alcohol, no friends." Hand over cigarettes and pour wine, and let the world go. Smoke is a golden bridge, wine is a silver road. Complement each other's gains and losses, don't skimp on a bite......"

A worker poked his head out.

Two workers walked over.

Three people, running over......