The poor ghost Mao Changsheng escaped for a while in one breath, and chose a cemetery with many ghosts and ghosts to circle and turn around.

In this way, even if you are tracked by the Bloat, it is easy to dodge, and you can pick up some dumb firecrackers and hide them on your body for later use.

His wish came true, and after the poor ghost picked up nearly a hundred scattered firecrackers that had never exploded and hid them around a large and elaborate tomb, he gradually grew bolder, and his escape speed gradually slowed down a lot.

When the poor ghost fell into a dense forest, he stopped, looked around, and there was not even a lonely ghost, and he gasped and said to himself proudly: "The ugly eight monsters and swelling ghosts, although they are infinitely powerful and vicious, but their IQ and speed are only like this, and they are about the same as a female elephant. ”

After that, under the cover of a towering tree, I pulled away the long hair in front of my abdomen and prepared to pee.

"Don't destroy the heavens!" suddenly sounded overhead, like a broken drum and a gong.

Oh, the expansive ghost Kang Xiumei has never shown up, it turns out that she has been following the poor ghost every inch above the head of the poor ghost, like a shadow - the outstanding evil ghost in hell, after all, has extraordinary skills.

The poor ghost was so frightened that he trembled, almost urinating, hurriedly let go of his claws that parted his long hair, dispelled the idea of peeing, shook his hand, immediately clenched two firecrackers, and shouted: "Ugly bastard, old slut, I'm not afraid of you now, if you have a kind, just lean your rotten chest over again, and give you some gentle feelings!"

"Don't be angry, baby," the bloater looked calm despite his unpleasant voice, "I'll already know what you're doing down there, so you'd better dispel your bad thoughts—you're very stunt, but I'm on guard, and as long as I keep a certain distance, you won't hurt me at all." ”

This was true, and the poor ghost sighed in disappointment, and said, "I can't hurt you, and you don't want to get any closer, and you don't want to grab my feet and neck and throw them around, and then play them as a football." You super perverted old slut, a sadist with horny hunger, and when the time comes, I'm going to make you suffer. ”

"One ghost, don't talk about two families," the inflated ghost was not angry at all, "In the world, none of the men I fancy can escape my pomegranate skirt; Those who know the times are Junjie, you still obey the arrangement of fate: it is your luck to be favored by me, you are just a nameless ghost, and I am a famous inflated ghost. ”

"Let go of the fox fart of your ancestors for the eighteenth generation!" the poor dead ghost spat out a bubble of saliva, "Lao Tzu was the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village before his death, and the first handsome ghost in the underworld after his death, will he like you, an old cheap ghost? ”

Instead of being angry, the Bloated Ghost smiled happily, and then said unhurriedly, "It's you who really makes a fool of yourself, not any other ghost." She just wants to take advantage of you—to trick you into healing her injured tongue, to suck your saliva, so that she can quickly build up her ghost power so that she can fight for power. You are so naïve, the slut of the tongue-pulling ghost is affectionate to all people, and to all ghosts - she has become accustomed to nature, and there is no trace of true affection, because she was a prostitute in the first place......"

"Don't say it!" The poor ghost covered his ears, felt his heart twisted, and when he thought of that first kiss, he couldn't help but feel frightened again, and he didn't fully believe the words of the inflated ghost, but half of them had to believe it, but he didn't want to give up his good feelings, and said angrily, "You are not good things, and you are all using me." However, I'd rather be used by the ghost I love, and I'd rather be crushed and wiped out for the ghost I love, than be used by an ugly and smelly old like you. Tell you, Lao Tzu loves tongue-pulling ghosts, what can you do? Lao Tzu doesn't care about her past, only loves her present and future - people can change, ghosts can also change, there are no forever good people, and there are no forever bad ghosts. ”

The swelling ghost stayed in the air, like a levitating giant eagle, sighed, and said, "It seems that you ghost boy has really fallen in love, and it is incorrigible." I won't persuade you much, but I won't satisfy you anyway - no one can take away the person I fancie, and no ghost can rob the ghost I fancied. So take what you need, and live together in peace: leave your spit to the tongue plucker, and leave your urine to me!"

After speaking, the fat hand moved, and a golden goblet gently floated towards the poor dead ghost.

"What does this mean?" the poor ghost's face was ugly, and he didn't stretch out his hand, and the golden goblet wonderfully stayed in the void within reach, "I want Lao Tzu to sprinkle medicinal urine that is better than a panacea in this golden cup? When Lao Tzu is a wild dog? Lao Tzu would rather sprinkle it on the ground to make the grass and trees grow more lush and lovely, and will not give you this old cheap ghost." If you torture Lao Tzu to death, Lao Tzu will hate you for 10,000 years, 100 million years. ”

"Then you can do it yourself. The voice of the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei was cold, and her eyes were like two green ghost fires fluttering, "It's time for me to drink and defecate, if I don't drink freely, the hellfire in my belly will burn, and it will make me go berserk—I will tear apart all the people and ghosts I want to tear, any poor ghosts, any tongue-pulling ghosts, will be miserable......"

This shattered sound hovered in the night sky of the deep forest, and it was indescribably terrifying and eerie.

The poor ghost has never seen the appearance of the expansive ghost "crazy hair", but he has already experienced her jokes, and when she said this, he thought that in addition to his own loss, he would also let his beloved female ghost Ma Mengyao suffer, and his legs trembled with fright, but he has always had a hard mouth, and he said with a strong ghost: "I gave you a panacea, what benefit do you give me?"

"The benefit I can give you is to keep you from dying for a while. The swollen ghost grinned, and his expression was abnormal, as if some terrible illness was about to attack, "Give me medicine, give me medicine, I'm going crazy." Quick, fast...... To you that's useless waste, to me it's waste utilization. Quick, give me the medicine - give me a cup and I promise to do one thing for you, give me two and I promise to do two things for you......"

The sound is becoming more and more terrifying, containing more and more complex components, there is patience, there is indulgence, there is threat, there is also begging, there is weakness, there is also strength......

The poor ghost was flustered, and he didn't want to risk suffering anymore, but he still held on to the duck's dead beak and shouted angrily: "I hope you are the talk--lie to Lao Tzu once, and the second time you don't want to cheat again! Deception, in the end, it is all self-smashing signboards! Close your eyes, you are not allowed to peek at the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village peeing, otherwise you will bear the consequences and be unimaginable!"

The knife in the swollen ghost's abdomen was burning, and he grinned so uncomfortably that he immediately closed his eyes.

The poor ghost reached out for the golden cup, and his hand stretched out, but the golden cup avoided it, sneaky, as if he was shy.

"Don't go and get the cup, it will accommodate you. The swelling ghost closed his eyes, but he seemed to be able to see everything.

"There are so many strange things! It seems that there will be no fewer such vulgar and low-level ghosts!" The poor ghost grunted, turned his back to the bloat, hid behind a large tree, and ripped off his long hair to cover his shame.

The golden cup, so strange that the poor ghost kept shaking the urine, and the cup kept fluttering and shaking, and accepted it just right, but it didn't trickle down to the ground.

The poor dead ghost endured it for a long time, and it was extremely uncomfortable, and this soak of urine was like a hanging river draining water, gushing endlessly, and it was sprinkled for more than ten minutes, thinking that it was sprinkled in a dung bucket, not a bucket, but also half a bucket.

However, after the poor ghost finished sprinkling heartily, he opened and closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasure of peeing, but he was a little dumbfounded, the golden cup that seemed petite and could only hold about two taels of wine or beer was not full, and even looked empty, and the beauty at the bottom of the cup was still smiling amorous in a variety of ways.

"Don't be surprised, it's not an ordinary wine glass, it can hold the feces of five large public toilets. As the poor ghost lowered his long hair, the swelling ghost opened his eyes and made a summoning gesture.

The golden cup flew up, and the swelling ghost's mouth opened wide.

The poor dead man watched the golden cup slowly pour, and the urine poured into the swollen ghost's mouth, and suddenly frowned, bent over and retched—even though he vomited nothing, he felt terrible in his stomach.

When the poor ghost raised his head, the swelling ghost had become radiant, as if the old widow had been nourished by love, as if ten years younger, and the smell of feces that had previously diffused from the swelling ghost had disappeared.

"Thanks, baby!" said the swelling ghost, and the sound of the broken gongs and drums disappeared in favor of a soft and greasy voice, "Say, I can do something for you." ”

The poor ghost was puzzled, and when he heard the second sentence of the inflated ghost, he immediately rose up with a majestic spirit, and said, "If you are wise and trustworthy, you will be wise, and you will be able to reciprocate courtesies in the future." Hey, in the past, there was an alliance under the city, and now there is an alliance under the tree, wonderful! Let's go, follow me to find the police car and those buses, and protect those villagers all the way into the county seat safely!"

"Just listen to the baby. The swelling ghost happily took the lead, and happily roared the pop song, "Sister, you boldly go forward, don't look back......"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng followed closely, full of joy, and thought as if in a dream: "Damn, this old is a little cute." Hey, a bubble of ghost urine, bought a ghost servant with infinite power, it seems that this ghost has unlimited money. ”