In the remote and dark places in the county, there are some dark shops, which are full of ghost pants, ghost clothes, ghost shoes, etc., and of course, there are also some ghost rouge gouache.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang is almost obedient to the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng, which makes the poor ghost who has been a bachelor for many years very moved, but also a little flattered, so the poor ghost pulled the scissors ghost there.

Scissor ghosts are always faint, as if in the underworld and the world, there are no particularly disgusted people or things, nor are there particularly cherished people or things, and there is no special feeling for gains and losses.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng persuaded for a while, and the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang reluctantly bought a bloodstone necklace and a pair of jade earrings.

Scissors Ghost happily held it, cautiously, the poor ghost thought it was a treasure, but in fact it was some fake, Scissors Ghost quietly paid, only spending eighteen yuan of stygian coins.

After shopping, the poor ghost felt a little more steady, took the hand of the scissors ghost, turned into a gust of wind, and returned to the mountain bag shaped like a subversive boat in Yanhuang Village in a blink of an eye.

The intestinal ghost Meng Haodong was still lying in the coffin of the ancient tomb, looking idle.

The scissors ghost didn't want to meet the gut-pumping ghost, so the poor ghost entered the tomb alone, and said straight to the point: "The matter of the immigration area, I spent a lot of money and two strong ghosts, a man and a woman, and finally settled it. It's so nice to see the boss, I'm almost going to stop coming. ”

When I said this, I thought of the headless ghost, and I pretended to be pitiful.

"Alas, brother has worked hard!" the gut-pumping ghost sat up, "Congratulations brother, you have two more million coins in your account! This is a passbook, you can keep it yourself!"

With a flick of his hand, he handed out a poker-sized metal card with a black background with a beautiful ghost in red dancing.

"Oh, this is the passbook of the underworld?" the poor ghost took it, flipped through it and looked at it over and over again, and there was a smile on his face, "Hehe, I really can't imagine that my poor dead ghost also has his own passbook, and there are four million." Is this true or false, though?"

"Whoever dares to deceive Mao Dashuai will definitely cut off his children and grandchildren!" the gut-pumping ghost said solemnly and forcefully, "There is no password." Later, when you go to the Netherworld Bank to withdraw money, you can reset it. Alas, don't be too happy, it's too little money for a ghost man with big ambitions. There are not thousands of people in the account, and he is not a rich man in the ghost world, but he has just been lifted out of poverty. Four million, to be a poor household, is also a third-grade level. ”

The poor ghost was full of joy, and suddenly it came to naught, and he threw the metal card called the passbook to the gut-pumping ghost, and muttered, "I thought I was rich, but I was still a poor ghost." I trust the boss, you should keep it for me, and when I earn 10 million, it's not too late to give it to me. ”

"As long as you don't worry, I will definitely help you keep this little money. With a shake of his hand, the card disappeared, and he said solemnly, "The affairs of the city have been dealt with, and this has gone to a great worry in my heart." However, trouble is coming again, and it's really hard to deal with. 100,000 urgently, send you a chicken feather letter, do you understand what it means?"

The poor ghost shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out, please tell the boss directly." ”

"I asked you to come back quickly, on the one hand, to solve my problems, and on the other hand, to make my brother make a new fortune. The gut-pumping ghost raised three fingers, "This time you complete the task, and the hard work is no longer two million, but three million." ”

The poor ghost's eyes lit up for a moment, then darkened again, and said, "What mission?

"The level of danger varies from person to person. The gut-pumping ghost sighed annoyedly and said, "Let's go to the migrant workers' housing for yourself, act on the opportunity, solve the problem quickly, and don't delay too much time!"

The poor ghost wondered in his heart, and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but the gut-pumping ghost waved his hand and urged impatiently: "Go quickly! I'm a little overdrunk, and I really need a good rest." I had a hard night last night, and I was thankless, and nothing was settled. ”

What else could I say? The poor ghost frowned and floated out of the tomb.

You should over-drink first, in the near future, Lao Tzu will be even more over-colored than you!

What the hell is going on?

Will it take my life?

The poor ghost floated towards the scissors ghost and whispered, "Go and see those three ghost sisters and ghost sisters, they must be making a fuss over the money." If you don't want to meet, just find a place near them to sleep well. Go ahead, the rooster is crowing, it's not good for you. ”

"What about you?" Scissorghost was a little reluctant, "what else are you going to do?"

"Yes, I still have a few little things to do. The poor ghost smiled and patted the scissor ghost on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid of being tired and tired, I'm afraid that you won't have any money." Now there's an opportunity to make a small fortune, and you can't miss it. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and the wood of the hug starts from a millimeter, for the future to live like a ghost, for the future happiness and happiness, I have to fight. ”

"I'll fight with you!" "Scissors Ghost grabbed the poor ghost's hand, reluctant to let go.

The poor ghost was moved and held his chest high: "You and I are different, female ghosts should be born to be happy, and male ghosts should naturally work hard for their favorite female ghosts." Be obedient, go and rest, and I will give you a bright future. ”

The scissors ghost let go of his hand, glanced at the poor ghost affectionately, said softly, "take care", and drifted away.

After watching the scissors ghost disappear completely, the poor ghost smiled and hummed softly: "The word love, it's so hard......"

At the same time as singing, the poor ghost had already floated to the ground above the Yanhuang villagers' workers' accommodation, and when he closed his mouth and looked down, he couldn't help but feel creepy, and he had goosebumps all over his body.