The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was "not shallow", but the intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong was anxious, thinking that he had disappeared, and after the arrangement, the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang flew to the cave behind Yuhuang Village, and saw that the three representatives of hell were still arguing about the matter of dividing the underworld coin, and shouted bitterly: "It's terrible, something is wrong!"

The three Hell Representatives paused, their gaze reluctantly shifting from the Underworld.

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, asked unhappily: "What a fuss, what's wrong?"

Scissors ghost Mei Yixiang said anxiously: "My husband is gone." ”

"You should find it quickly!" the hanged ghost Sha Jishan snickered, "Your husband is missing and comes to ask us, is there a bit of this and that, hehe!"

"Hey," the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei laughed out loud, "Your husband is gone, is it a big deal?"

The tongue puller said seriously: "My husband is gone, it's a big deal for you, but for us, it's really a." You hurry up and look elsewhere, maybe you will be picked up by the rags, or you may be taken away by the night cat, and you may be abducted by the little three, the four, and the five. ”

The three female ghosts looked at each other and laughed out loud - it was a relief to be able to laugh so loudly for a long time.

"Nonsense," Scissors asked, raising his face and shouting at him, "Do you know what the hell my husband is talking nonsense?"

The tongue-puller smiled and said, "Of course it's a male ghost." ”

The swelling ghost said disdainfully: "Of course it's a male ghost who can sleep in his arms." ”

The hanged man stuck out his tongue and said, "It must be a male ghost with a name and a surname." ”

"To say it is to say it is to not say it. Scissors said stupidly, "If you don't want to help, forget it, don't talk like that." Remember, if you ask my husband for something in the future, I will not allow him to help you first. ”

The three female ghosts burst into laughter.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei said, "I will have something to ask your husband, ask him to help me rub my back when I take a bath?"

Ma Mengyao, a tongue-pulling ghost, said: "I may beg your husband, beg him to help me warm the bed." ”

Sha Jishan, the hanged ghost, said: "Of course I will beg him, begging him to give me the money he earns from his part-time job for safekeeping." ”

After the three female ghosts finished speaking, they laughed again, and they all felt extremely funny.

The scissors ghost was so angry that he stomped his feet, and said to himself angrily: "Mao Changsheng, Mao Changsheng, poor dead ghost, poor poor dead ghost, you spend a lot of money on others, and others will forget you a long time ago." How can you treat those ruthless and unrighteous second goods as friends? Don't worry, other ghosts won't care about you, but you have been sincere to me once, and I will find you back when I go through the world and hell. ”

With that, with a "whew", he flew towards the large lodging area where the construction workers lived.

The poor ghost likes to be lively and eat and drink, and may hide quietly somewhere on the construction site or in the shed—a ghost has to hide, and it is not easy to retract into an empty wine bottle.

"Hey, what did that little girl just say about the scissor ghost?" asked the swelling ghost as if she had just woken up from a dream, "she seems to be talking about the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng or something, you heard it right, how can the poor ghost be this girl's husband? When did she get married? When did she go to bed? No, she couldn't let the poor ghost enjoy it alone." ”

The tongue-pulling ghost also woke up as if from a dream, frowned and said, "What happened to the poor ghost Mao Changsheng? His first kiss was dedicated to me, how could he become the husband of the scissor-ghost again? I have to ask him to compensate me for the loss of my youth for 30 million." ”

"Youth loss fee? The male ghosts are investigated, and you must be the first to go bankrupt. The hanged ghost smiled, "The poor ghost is my benefactor, and his relationship with me may develop further in the future." Let's talk slowly, I need to go and see what happened to my father-in-law. ”

After that, he rolled up the million dark coins and chased after him with a "whew".

"If you want to elope with money, no way!" The inflated ghost and the tongue-pulling ghost chased after each other, shouting while chasing, "Find the poor ghost first, and then divide the money when you are free - the little sister of the hanged ghost, you keep the money first, if there is a point missing, only if you ask, you will not be spared, do not skin your ghost, and pluck out your ghost hair." ”

"Such a thankless beauty, let you do it, eldest sister, I have something to do!" The hanged ghost threw it backhanded, and a hundred piles of dark coins formed a rainbow and flew towards the swelling ghost.

The swelling ghosts caught them one by one, stuffed them in his arms, and said with a smile: "I will keep the money by the eldest sister, and I am the most relieved eldest sister!"

The tongue-puller said coldly, "I'm a little reassured. For the time being, you are the eldest sister, it is best to lead by example and let the old sisters rest assured!"

"I'm lustful, but I'm not greedy for money, it's good for the little sisters to put one hundred and twenty hearts!" the inflated ghost patted the dark coin in his arms, and smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

When the scissors ghost landed on the construction site from the sky, the three female ghosts behind her also landed beside her.

"Thank you, sisters, for your support!" Scissorghost said a word of thanks and ordered, "Let's split up!"

"I don't need you to thank me, I'll look for my husband with my heart!" said the inflated ghost angrily, sniffing around like a dog.

"Yes, you don't need to thank me, I'm also looking for my husband!"

"I'll do my best. The hanged ghost jumped on the roof of the shed, "Sister Scissors Ghost, don't be too anxious, it shouldn't be a big deal, Brother Mao is not an ordinary ghost, and he will turn the corner in case of danger." ”

"Thank you sister for your comfort!" Scissorghost felt a hint of warmth, and quickly floated into the shed, his eyes scanning them one by one.

In the shed, the doctors came and went, all of them looked anxious, and those workers, with a high fever, blushing like pork liver, and talking nonsense like a tide, were all shouting incessantly: "Hot, hot, hot to death......

The hanged ghost was not busy, and after a glance, he knew what was going on, and without paying much attention to it, he floated to a large pot of fragrant rice porridge and sucked it in a big gulp.

This is specially prepared by the doctors for the workers who suddenly got a strange disease, and the report phone call was made to the city, and the big leaders were afraid that the strange disease would spread to the people in the city, and did not agree to transfer the seriously ill workers to the city.

It's better to come early than to come by chance, the hanged ghost tasted a lot of rice porridge, felt out the two or two elixirs given by the poor dead ghost, prepared to wipe the neck strangulation wound that was particularly painful before, opened the bottle cap, and found that the smell of urine was in his nose after a few shakes, and muttered to himself: "What kind of panacea is this, maybe it's a poor ghost joking and pretending to pee or something." ”

Thinking of this, the hanged ghost felt disgusted, looked at the rice porridge, smiled evilly, poured all the liquid medicine in the bottle into the porridge pot, grabbed the long-handled spoon and stirred it for more than ten circles, and then flew away with a smile.

The four female ghosts looked all over the construction site and gathered together again, but they were silent, apparently not finding the poor ghost.

The swelling ghost touched the fat head of the boiling melon with the flawless hand of the beautiful jade, and said in an affirmative tone: "Eldest sister, I dare to guarantee that the poor ghost who is becoming more and more lawless has never been here at all today!"

"What can you guarantee?" the tongue-puller stared at the bulging ghost's bulging chest.

"By my nose. The bloat touched his nose, "No one can discern the smell of the poor dead better than I do. ”

Scissorghost was surprised and asked, "Why?"

"I've drunk his ......," the bloated ghost almost said the word "urine", and felt that it hurt a lot, so he immediately covered his mouth, and then added, "I have drunk the elixir prepared by the great doctor himself, and I will never forget it in another ten thousand years." Rest assured, my nose is comparable to the barking dog of the god Erlang God. ”

"That's not necessarily, some ghosts like to brag about themselves in order to raise their worth. The tongue-puller mocked.

"In addition to being lustful, Sister Ben has many advantages - a dog's mouth can't spit out a human tongue. "If you tell me where the poor ghost disappeared, I'll find him out." Little sister of the long-tongued ghost, do you dare to gamble with your eldest sister?"

"Am I afraid of you?" the long-tongued man raised his head, "bet on what? as long as you don't bet on eating and drinking urine, I will never lose to you." ”

The swelling ghost snorted coldly and said, "I found the poor dead ghost, you give me the two taels of ghost urine that the poor dead ghost gave you, and I can't find the poor dead ghost, and give you the 300,000 dark coins that should be distributed to me." ”

The tongue-pulling ghost hesitated for a moment, and shouted loudly: "A word is a certainty, whoever repents will cut hemorrhoids ten thousand times!"

The hanged ghost secretly regretted: "I knew that ghost urine was so valuable, I should have stayed and sold it for a lot of money, it was too cheap for those migrant workers." Alas, I was too impulsive!"

The swelling ghost turned to the scissor ghost and said loudly, "These workers are sick because of the steamer ghost. The steamer ghost appeared, and that was the real rival. Tell me, where did the poor dead go?"

"Under the waterfall of Poplar Willow Bay. After the scissors ghost finished speaking, he took the lead and flew towards the waterfall of the river where the waterfall splashed and the broken jade flew wildly.

The poor ghost's denim suit was still there, and the gut-pumping ghost was standing there, looking helpless after a long search.

The inflated ghost sniffed up and down, left and right, like a hound, his expression changed greatly, and he took the lead and flew towards the deep valley, saying as he flew: "It's very good, that poor dead ghost has gone lucky again!"

Scissorghost put away the poor ghost's clothes and pants, and followed closely with the other representatives of hell, all with solemn expressions.

Anyone can take the peach blossom luck, they can walk every day, but the poor ghost can't go the peach blossom luck every day.