The poor ghost Mao Changsheng faintly felt that the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu was pitiful and not very scary, so he walked to the depths of the cave, and he didn't seem particularly panicked, and muttered in his heart: "If you come, you will be safe, a manly man can bend and stretch, are you still afraid of a beautiful ghost?"

But after walking for a short time, the steamer ghost has chased after him.

"There is no back cave in this cave, and you can't escape, what are you doing with me?" the poor ghost asked unhappily, "What are you doing with me inseparable?"

It was hard to hear, but after all, it was a nonsense, not a lonely wind talk, and the steamer ghost laughed happily and stopped.

"Go shopping if you like," said the steamer generously, "as long as you don't leave here for three days, you can do whatever you want - you can eat and drink as much as you want, you can brag and chat with beautiful women." ”

"I don't want to think of anything you want," said the poor man unhappily, "I just want to be free to pee, fart, and, and get some sleep." ”

"Please!" the steamer ghost frowned, covered his mouth and nose, and hurriedly retreated to the mouth of the cave, "I thought you were a real handsome guy, it turned out that you were just a cow who didn't know how to eat, drink, and Lazar." ”

"I'm such a ghost, and I won't change to please you. The poor ghost muttered, thinking of the sick migrant workers.

What can be done for those migrant workers who are struggling to die?

The poor ghost hopes that the hometown of the previous life can be kept in its original appearance, and the plan to build a large number of buildings can be canceled, but he doesn't want too many people to die in Yuhuang Village.

Destroying those machines, the poor ghost can ignore it, but knowing that there are many innocent people who are haunted by ghosts, hovering on the edge of life and death, makes it difficult for him to feel at ease - if he does not have the ability to save, then it is fine, and if he has the ability not to save, it is not much different from aiding and abetting.

If you want to save those migrant workers, you have to get out, if you want to get out, you have to defeat the steamer, and if you want to defeat the steamer, you have to have a handy "weapon".

What weapons are there? Now it's destitute.

Of course, for a lonely beautiful ghost, a handsome guy is a powerful weapon in itself.

However, using the "beautiful man trick" to subdue a beautiful ghost, the poor ghost is extremely unhappy.

If you don't have a ghost in your heart, if you are a broken jar, you can do it casually, but the poor ghost is worried about the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang in his heart, and he has realized that he is not a broken jar, and he cannot do anything to achieve his goal.

In this way, the poor dead have to find another "weapon".

Memories are gradually revived, and the past events of the past life are gradually revived.

This cave, along with all the caves around Yuhuang Village, had been explored by poor ghosts with trepidation.

At that time, my father had an earthen gun to prevent wild wolves from attacking domestic animals, and the sulfur and nitric acid contained in it were prepared by himself - a thousand-year-old cave, there are always bats inhabiting, and the dung of bats can form nitrate from white flowers over the years, and if you add some charcoal powder or something, it can explode and produce a huge impact.

For that kind of magical impact, the divine realm, the human realm, and the ghost realm will all convince countless hearts.

Now, the steamer ghost must be convinced.

Thus, after using words to squeeze out the steamer ghosts, the poor ghosts walked around the depths of the cave, and soon found the white nitrate fermented and transformed from bat feces under the dorm of the bats.

The poor ghost was overjoyed, squatted down, scraped with his fingernails, and hurried with his hand, and soon collected a pile of about two large bowls.

If there were tools to dress, if they were wearing denim clothes with pockets and trouser pockets, the poor dead ghosts would definitely take them all away to prevent all kinds of evil spirits from attacking, but now, there were no tools, no pockets and trouser pockets, so they could only squeeze their grips tightly, and then walk to the mouth of the cave with their heads held high.

Before he reached the light of the entrance of the cave, the poor ghost had already heard the ghost at the entrance of the cave making noise, and in surprise, he simply stopped listening and did not move.

It turned out that the nose of the swelling ghost was very supernatural, and even if the steamer ghost caught the poor ghost and walked in the air, she was also smelled by her, and after a while, she chased the gut-pumping ghost, the tongue-pulling ghost, the hanged ghost, and the scissor ghost to the cave.

The steamer ghost is crossing Erlang's legs at the entrance of the cave, humming a small tune to prevent the poor ghost from escaping, while combing the long hair and green silk like a waterfall over and over again, faintly thinking about the flowing years.

As soon as the swelling ghost saw the steamer ghost, especially the steamer ghost's beautiful jade and flawless two jade legs, he immediately roared angrily: "Restless and shameless vixen, get my old bus out." ”

The steamer stood up lazily, yawned, looked left and right at the uninvited ghosts, and then said with a smile: "Compare me to a fox spirit, and underestimate me—how old is the fox calculating? Among those female ghosts, none of them are worthy of calling the medicine ghost an elder brother, only the girl holding a set of denim clothes is worthy of having a husband like a poor ghost. ”

"You?" asked the tongue-pulling, hanging, and gut-pumping ghosts in unison, "Why?"

"I really knowingly asked," the steamer ghost said disdainfully, "You are all rotten and ruined willows, and you are not qualified to fall in love, only the scissors ghost, or the girl who is ice clear and jade." A good horse must be matched with a good rider, I don't understand such a simple truth, and I have lived a lot of years in vain. You're all grandmothers, okay, stop fighting, step aside, stop being sentimental. ”

"You—" The hanger, tongue-puller, and bulging ghost were all speechless with rage, and clenched their fists together.

The gut-pumping ghost laughed secretly, lit a cigar, stepped aside, and leisurely swallowed the clouds and spitted out the fog - women want to compete for favor, and men will regret hitting their heads against the wall sooner or later if they don't retreat away.

Scissor Ghost stepped forward, bowed to the Steamer Ghost, and said sincerely, "Big sister, don't fight with me, will you give me back my husband?"

When the poor ghost heard the voice of the scissor ghost, he felt extremely happy, and he was called "husband", and he felt that the future was bright and happy.

The steamer ghost looked at the scissor ghost again, and said with a smile: "This little sister is much more polite and speaks well, much better than those three crooked melons and cracked dates." However, you are lying when you say that the poor ghost is your husband, and I have just had a twist with him and found out that he is still a virgin. Alas, all of you, go a little farther away, he has just done something pleasant, and he looks very tired, and is asleep, and needs to recuperate. ”

This was said so vividly that the poor ghost almost believed it to be true when he heard it, but the scissors ghost believed it, and two lines of clear tears flowed down, and he said in a trembling voice: "My sister is a thousand times more beautiful than me, he likes you, I just quit!" Please give him this set of clothes, don't let him catch a cold!"

Cissorghost was heartbroken by this, and with that, he put his denim suit on the rock beside him, turned around and was about to fly away.

The steamer ghost showed a sly smile, and was about to pack up his clothes, but a long tongue and a white Lian flew over, wanting to wrap around her neck and hands, and was so frightened that he suddenly retreated into the hole, and reprimanded in a coquettish voice: "You stinky three-eight, want to fight?

In other words, she herself is Xiang Sanba.

The swelling ghost sneered, stopped the scissor ghost who was about to leave the place of right and wrong, and said loudly: "Why are you so naïve, a good man and a good husband are fought for on the basis of reason, not by being shy and humble." Men like to brag, saying that so-and-so woman, he had slept early, but in fact, he didn't even hold his hand, and he didn't smell a fart, but he was just stinky and beautiful. Men will use that set, and women won't use that set? All the tricks and tricks are learned from people. ”

"That's right," said the tongue-puller, smiling, "little girl, don't believe the bragging. The bloated ghost said that the poor ghost had been with her a hundred and twenty times, but in fact, except for a few mouthfuls of urine, she didn't smell a single fart. ”

The swelling ghost said-for-tat: "Isn't it the same with the tongue-pulling ghost, what did Mao Changsheng dedicate his first kiss to her, in fact, he didn't even taste the foam that Mao Changsheng spat on the ground, let alone smell the fart of the poor ghost." ”

The hanged man laughed.

Scissors Ghost was suspicious and planned to leave, but then he stopped, a little overwhelmed.