Where is the other side of the bridge?

Wine opens the way, isn't the road to the door of Scissors Hell?

Reasonable nonsense, said is equal to nothing, and listening is equal to listening in vain.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked left and right, and he could no longer see a ghost appear.

Clothes and pants can be changed with scissors, why not talk about it again?

The past cannot be traced, and those who come can still be admonished, forget it.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng approached the door of the scissors hell, and looked at the scissors that couldn't stop opening and closing, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

Mao Changsheng broke off the black branch and threw it hard, and in a flash, the branch was cut into dozens and fell to the ground.

Mao Changsheng picked up a black stone and threw it with all his might.

"Click", the stone became a fragment, and a splash flew and hit the face, the pain was like a knife.

Good guys, it is appropriate to describe it as drip-proof.

If some of the dark coins are good, throw them hard, even if they are cut into butterflies, you can slow down the speed of the scissors opening and closing.

It's a pity that if I touch my pocket three hundred times, I really can't pull out a single one.

The road to hell is so difficult, you should have put more pocket money on you.

The deposit card for the lord of Hades, you don't have to save so many dark coins into it, and you can send charcoal in the snow, and it is better to add a cup after being drunk.

Alas, it's good to be an official, and you can make a fortune without much effort.

It's no wonder that all the ghosts flock to it, and there is a steady stream of reptiles.

Hmph, it's hard to recover when covered with water, whether it's the yang world or the yin world, there is no regret medicine!

Alas, there is still a chance to go through the back door to pull the relationship, you must be yang and yin, hypocritical, don't give each other!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed, and had no choice but to take out seven groggy and sleepy hell bees.

"Little baby, it's all up to you!" Mao Changsheng muttered to himself, "If the big scissors are a mechanical device, they can only end up here." If there's some evil spirit manipulating that big pair of scissors inside, you guys go in and disturb it, and as long as the scissors open and close a second or two slower, I can take advantage of the gap. Please! If you die heroically, I will definitely build you a luxurious tomb, bury your body in a crystal coffin, and use white marble as the tomb door! If you are done, I will allow you to eat and drink spicy food and love freely......

At the end of the day, he himself wanted to laugh.

Hell Bee is silently dedicated, but has never had any luxury, and gratitude to Dade's promise seems to be like a fart.

However, empty words are better than no words, so let's be perfunctory for the time being.

Mao Changsheng put the seven hell bees together in the palm of his hand, and made an old-fashioned action of "Amitabha Buddha", and made an old-fashioned action of kissing with his hands, and with a ruthless heart, he threw it out against the door of scissors hell.

With a "buzzing" sound, the hell bee spread its wings and flew, advancing and retreating, and tried three times in a row, but there was no time to enter the scissors hell, so it flew back into Mao Changsheng's pocket, motionless, and fell asleep as if dead.

Alas, you have done your best, and you don't want to retreat back at your own death, and I don't blame you!

Oh, that scissors, its speed and momentum, only the scissors ghost plum fragrance can be compared.

Hell Bees are loyal, but they are not loyal, and when they can't do anything, they will obediently retreat and give up their senseless struggles and sacrifices.

Alas, I can't get in!

Mao Changsheng sighed wastefully, suddenly blessed his heart, put his hands above his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Xiang'er, I'm here, come out quickly!"

The sound reverberated in all directions, and the roar was endless.

After calling affectionately for a long time, Mei Yixiang did not appear, and none of the ghosts appeared.

I don't know how big the inside of the Scissors Hell is, just a few calls, like flies calling, how can you call out the hearty ghosts?

Oh, it's not naïve, it's the naivety of being confused.

Wait here, maybe a new ghost is coming to Scissors Hell.

The new ghosts are more or less a little naïve, honest and deceitful.

When a person has just died, even the most cowardly, there will be a few relatives and friends who will turn into some paper money and let them spend it all the way.

There is also a cigar, boasting about himself, brainwashing and changing his heart, and selling it to a new ghost, and there will be more or less dark coins, and you can be accommodating.

Don't look at the big scissors that are unstoppable, extremely fast, throw the stygian coin, maybe it will soon slow down, and there will be a gap.

Some problems that seem complex are actually very simple to solve.

The lord of Hades, who looked high above him from afar, saw the memory card, wasn't he also a little dizzy, and soon opened the net?

No one is perfect, no ghost is perfect!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng pondered, and sat down lazily more than a meter away from the gate of hell.

However, Mao Changsheng was looking forward to it, sciatica was about to be born, but no ghost came to report.

Hey, the times are not good, and the time is not good, but it is helpless!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng stood up indignantly.

The business in the world is easy to do, but the business in the dark is difficult to do, anyway, there is only one cigar, anyway, it can't change anything, rather than leaving it to a turtle king bastard to enjoy, it is better to honor yourself.

How many ghosts have worked hard to please other ghosts, but they have wronged themselves, why bother.

Alas, the Lord of Hades is also really, he has received such a big gift, and he is not a ghost when he does things!

With a lot of dissatisfaction, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng pinched his cigar and swiped it vigorously from the void, and the cigar caught fire and emitted wisps of green smoke.

Mao Changsheng is not addicted to smoking, but recently he has been a little lovesick and depressed, so he takes smoking seriously, and while helplessly squinting at the golden giant scissors that are constantly opening and closing, he inhales greedily and slowly spits it out.

The smoke was exhaled, and instead of drifting away, it slowly drifted into the gates of hell.

Strange thing, in the scissors hell, is there a smoking machine that specializes in absorbing these exhaust gases?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was puzzled, and he inhaled and puffed a few more cigars.

As before, the smoke rings drifted into the gates of hell.

What is even more peculiar is that the golden scissors, which are constantly opening and closing, have slowed down, as if its speed is about the same as that of a fish in the water inhaling and spitting bubbles.

How easy it was to come by?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was ecstatic in his heart, and suddenly floated into the scissors hell.

The Scissors Hell is extremely wide, with strange rocks and strange trees, all of which are dark and unsloppy.

Mao Changsheng was at a loss, not knowing what to do, but a happy and urgent voice came from behind him: "Good smoke, good smoke! Throw it over!"

Mao Changsheng turned around, only to see that where the stone wall entered, there was a giant ghost standing up to the sky and the earth, shaped like a towering tree, with one hand lazily activating a golden giant scissors, looking at Mao Changsheng, greedily smoking the smoke of a cigar.

It turns out that the giant ghost guarding the scissors hell is an unusual big smoker, and all temptations are empty, and only cigarettes can make him smitso.

"This is my cigarette, why did I throw it to you?" Mao Changsheng immediately wanted to throw the cigar over to reduce the suspicion in his heart, but the natural duck beak couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, a sudden gust of wind came from the side, rushing towards the door of Scissors Hell, and several ghosts obviously wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

The giant ghost cut it away with scissors in a hurry, and suddenly there were a few screams, and the five fleeing ghosts were cut into pieces, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, hey, I want to be smart, but unfortunately there's no way here!" the giant ghost sneered a few times, supported his jaw with scissors, and spread one hand to urge, "You little ghost, quickly throw the cigar over, I will spare you from ashes." ”

In front of this giant ghost, almost all ghosts are "little ghosts".

Mao Changsheng was nervous, but he wanted something, so he took a few steps closer to the spirit, shook his cigar, and said, "This cigarette can be given to you, but you have to answer me a question." Alone, I'm obviously no match for you, but if you want to take it by force, I'll immediately break it and throw it away. ”

The giant ghost stared at the cigar and greedily smoked wisps of smoke rings, fearing that Mao Changsheng would spoil the cigar, and said cautiously: "Hurry up and say what the problem is, as long as it is a matter of scissors hell, I know everything." A thousand angry, ten thousand angry, can't be angry. ”

"You seem reasonable, not like a hooligan villain, I'll just say it bluntly," Mao Changsheng was a little more bold, "You are the gatekeeper, and the ghosts that come in and out should be clear." ”

"Fart!" the giant ghost was furious, "You are a watchdog, tell you little ghost, Lao Tzu is the warden of Scissors Hell, the boss here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry if I saw the wrong ghost!" Mao Changsheng apologized and said half-incredulously, "It's the warden, it's the boss, why is it so hard?

"You know a fart," the giant ghost was very unhappy, as if he had eyes and did not know gold and jade, "who is not hard to be the warden, who is not hard? Except for a girl named Mei Yixiang, no one can compete with me for the boss here, and no one's scissors and knife skills are inferior to mine." ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng's heartbeat accelerated, and he hesitated and said, "You are such a big ghost, are you still afraid of Mei Yixiang's girl?"

"Fart, I'm not afraid of anyone. The giant ghost was obviously a little timid, but his mouth was very tough, and he was still a duck with a hard shell, "What's wrong with you?

Mao Changsheng said dejectedly: "I came to find my old friend, I don't know where she is now?"

When he said this, his voice was very quiet.

"Hehe, looking for," the giant ghost held his head high, "what's your old friend's name, how is he born, what are your specialties?"

Mao Changsheng said depressedly: "She is not charming, she is simple and innocent, which is very suitable for my heart." She used to make visible scissors, but now, the scissors are gone, and she can cut many large trees with just two fingers in the shape of scissors. ”

"Mei Yixiang, are you talking about my competitor Mei Yixiang?" the giant ghost's face changed, and he became anxious, "Mei Yixiang's little girl actually practiced the idea scissors, where is she now?"

With a sincere look of fear, obviously worried that Mei Yixiang would steal his position as the boss of Scissors Hell.

"She didn't come back?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng became anxious, "Didn't Xiang'er come back?" she said she was tired and wanted to come back to rest!"

"No, no, I didn't come back! With me guarding the door, it's hard for flies to get in and out, but I haven't seen that girl come back!" The giant ghost looked very uneasy, "Really, I've been guarding here day and night, but I haven't seen Mei Yixiang come back! I hope she's out there, not that she'll come—if she comes back, I'll only be the second!"

This is clearly true.

The one who cares about you the most either loves you the most or hates you the most.

Mao Changsheng stretched his brows and said, "Xiang'er doesn't like to fight for power and profit, not as cheesy as you big brute." You want her to be gone, but it's whimsical, and she'll be lucky and safe. ”

The giant ghost was not angry, and patiently enlightened: "After she goes out, it will be great if she can fall in love with whomever she wants! Women have weaknesses, and female ghosts also have weaknesses, this is great! Little ghost head, I will teach you a trick: first rape and then marry, you are the only one! You conceive her with a ghost fetus, and she will obediently listen to you! You are awkward, aren't you? Accommodate her a little, and when she gives birth to a lot of precious babies, her temper will change...... A thousand words, to keep her, don't let her go back to scissors hell...... Ah......h

The troll screamed at the end.

Why is this happening? The poor ghost Mao Changsheng didn't like it, and with a move of "evil ghost scattering sand", he threw the cigar into the giant ghost's mouth from the bottom up, and the cigarette butt touched his throat.

The giant ghost coughed repeatedly, bent down and reached out to pick the cigar in his mouth, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng took the opportunity to float out of the scissors hell.

Scissors ghost Mei Yixiang didn't go back to scissors hell, where will it go?

Vast ghosts, where will Mei Yixiang go?

Is she heartbroken?