"With so many demons dispatched, Lao Tzu should focus on the overall situation - think about how to protect himself first. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng muttered to himself, looking left and right, and wanted to hide in a safe place immediately.

"It's important to get rich, but when it's gone, what's the use of money? I've always been a little ghost, mixed with the strife of the big ghost, why bother? What is most important in this world, just preserve!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng just wanted to hide far away, and his heart moved again.

"Isn't it an idiot to lose the excitement and not watch it? I finally met a big boss, that is, I met a noble man who was in my life, and I ran away like this, isn't it a pity? No, you must not escape!

"Even if you slap your swollen face and become fat, you have to be a good man with a sense of righteousness! Besides, what should those ordinary people do if they are killed or injured? You can't work hard to treat them and end up with all your achievements, right?

"It's important to run for your life, but if you don't have money, you can't get paid for a hard time for the ghost boss, the poor ghost is still the poor ghost, nothing has changed, what else is there to do?

At this thought, the poor dead man calmed down, and looked earnestly to the left and right.

The evil ghost pecked by the old crow was really strong, it was really a little unbelievable, the crow on the top of his head pecked his scalp unhurriedly, pecked at the skull, and pecked at the dark black brain calmly, he also seemed calm, as if nothing had happened.

Are you saying it's a zombie? Not at all, because the demon's two slender claws keep moving, as if his heart is itching, and he wants to make even the slightest profit.

For that evil ghost, the poor ghost had three points of faint respect, but seven points of strong fear.

Oh, that evil ghost, when the poor dead ghost and the gut-pumping ghost were chatting, the gut-pumping ghost had already told him, the representative of the crow-pecking hell, the crow-Hai Weiyang.

In Yangshi, Hai Weiyang was covered by an uncle who was an official in the county, and before graduating from the second grade of junior high school, he went to be a substitute teacher in a primary school, and then transferred to a regular teacher, and he was smooth sailing until he was old - he was the principal of a primary school, a junior high school principal, and a director of education.

Hai Weiyang is not even qualified to teach first-year students, and he can't even distinguish between initials and finals, but he has always been the top boss of those graduates of professional education colleges, and has been managing primary and secondary education in a large mountainous county with a population of 300,000.

Of course, when Hai Weiyang was in the Education Bureau, what hung in the most conspicuous place was the graduation certificate of a prestigious university that he bought for 5,000 yuan - that graduation certificate, wrapped in gold and jade, was dazzling, enough to make any employee under him tremble.

In the Yang world, Hai Weiyang was rated as one of the top ten outstanding people in the county three times, but as soon as he died, he was beaten into the hell of crows and pecked by ten thousand crows, and it lasted endlessly for a long time.

In the crow pecking hell, the crying was earth-shattering, but Hai Weiyang did not say a word, and his performance was outstanding, and the judge looked at him differently, so he released the hell and began to compete for the construction right of the nineteenth layer of hell.

What did Hai Weiyang do in the Yang World? The intestinal ghost Meng Haodong was vague and said: "In terms of education, any ugly and bad thing you can imagine is a small thing compared to the ugly and bad things he has actually done, and it is an ant looking at an elephant. If his bad deeds were written into a book, it would be three parts as thick as the entire book of "Dream of Red Mansions", and it would scare any publishing house to close its doors as soon as it saw the manuscript. ”

The poor ghost didn't seem to understand this, but in order to cover up his ignorance, he immediately added indignantly: "That bastard must have done more bad things than I have shit!"

It's better to be famous than to meet, and now when you see a crow, the more you look at it, the more you feel afraid of being reborn.

Hai Weiyang can eat people without spitting out bones in the yang world, and can eat ghosts without leaving traces in the underworld.

Originally, there were many evil ghosts in the crow pecking hell, but since Hai Weiyang was locked in, the number of evil ghosts has been decreasing day by day, and the judge found that he had been eaten by Hai Weiyang after several investigations.

Hai Weiyang is the only ghost in hell who can eat ghosts.

Well, don't get caught by this evil spirit, or you'll be a peculiar snack!

Of course, none of these evil ghosts who appeared in front of them had the confidence to defeat the gut-pumping ghosts if they fought alone, so for the sake of the common good, the demons sent the gods to temporarily unite, which was really a terrible opponent.

The poor ghost was full of fear, looked at Meng Haodong, the intestinal ghost who was waiting to change, looked at the police car that stopped in shock, patted his forehead, stiffened his head, and landed in front of the three evil ghosts, "Hehe" laughed dryly, and said: "Beautiful and handsome guys, big ...... Hello everyone, in the middle of the night, you want to block the road and rob?"

The inflated ghost eyebrows smiled, and the smile was even more disgusting.

The crow pecker listened to it and was indifferent, as if the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was farting.

Ma Mengyao, a tongue-pulling ghost, snorted coldly and said, "You are also very good! Where did the nameless little ghost come from, and dare to come and join in the fun? Aren't you afraid that the old lady will pull out your tongue?"

Obviously not long after they met, they pretended not to know each other in a blink of an eye, and the female ghost is fickle, and she is better than the women in the mortal world - fortunately, she didn't give her the money on her for safekeeping.

"It's hard to see you!" "The poor ghost was moved by emotion, and he didn't care about anything else, and he seemed a little tender, "Last night, I was clumsy and clumsy for the big brother of the gut smoker, as if I accidentally spilled the medicine on your tongue, I'm sorry! Are you okay? Are you okay?"

"I can't see it, you poor ghost will still pity the jade and have affection, it's really the bright moon on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve!"

"Right...... For beauties, I ...... I've always cared about it—caring for others, and caring for myself—who told me that I was a genuine, ice-clear old virgin!"

"Yes, I can say something so unshyly! ”

The tongue-pulling ghost frowned slightly, some moved, and some wanted to be angry, the appearance was very strange, instantly stretched out his tongue, grabbed the radish with both hands and pulled it hard, and suddenly became more than three feet long, blood red dazzling, erected against the car headlights, and a point of light the size of a grain of rice appeared in the shade.

Oh, her tongue, as if it had been corroded by strong acid as soon as it touched the "elixir" of the poor ghost, and a hole appeared, just like the intestines of the gut-pumping ghost stuck to the sulfur in the artillery.

"What's going on?" the poor ghost was puzzled, "Such a beautiful woman, if there is a hole in her tongue, then it is a fly in the ointment!"

"Still flattering?" The tongue-pulling ghost shook his head, Shu Ran put away his long tongue, and turned into a beautiful ghost who was not abnormal, frowning and said, "I have seen it with the first divine doctor of Yin Cao, and he said that it is caused by the urine of the possessed by the Seven Immortals......"

"This ...... I sound so confused by this," the poor ghost felt excited, and felt confused, "My panacea, which can cure the leaky intestine disease of the big brother of the intestinal pumping ghost, how can it make your tongue pierce a hole?"

The tongue-pulling ghost said angrily: "You and I are both ghosts, but you are a male ghost, I am a female ghost, and there is still a difference between yin and yang, and there are some things...... There are some panacea, which are good medicine for male ghosts and highly poisonous for female ghosts!"

"Oh, that's right!" the poor ghost nodded, indicating that he understood, but soon became worried again, and asked, "Is my urine poison?"

"Phew!" the tongue puller spat out, "Your urine is similar to dog urine, but it was changed with some herbs!"

The poor ghost nodded, and thought to himself silently: "This is good, that Yin Cao No. 1 Divine Doctor, it's not a big deal, like he doesn't know that I added Artemisia annua and cockroach fart." From this point of view, my Mao Changsheng still has something outstanding, not a useless waste. Hooray!

Thinking that this was an exclusive elixir, the poor ghost couldn't help but be very proud, but he didn't show it at all, nodded and asked, "That miracle doctor, knowing the mystery, why didn't he help you heal it?"

Even if it is a miracle doctor among ghosts, there are times when there is nothing to be done. The tongue-pulling ghost opened his teeth and claws, and shouted angrily, "You have made me miserable, I have to make you desperate for life, can you beg for death?" ”

"Alas, I'm sorry!" the poor ghost clenched his fists and made a gesture, showing sincerity, "My Mao Changsheng is a good man who doesn't fight with women, and I won't fight with you." What's more, you seem to have touched my heart and made me feel that spring is coming again. Can I help you with something?"

"Autumn is coming to an end, what else is spring? The night cat Sichun has also found the wrong season!Do you want to help me?" The tongue puller blushed for a moment, and quickly returned to normal, raising his head, "The first divine doctor of Yin Cao can't help me with this injury, but you can really help me." But stand out for now, and when I've killed them all, I'll take you to a secluded place, and then I'll tell you—you've healed my wounds, and I'll allow you to exist, or you'll be destroyed." ”

"No, no," the poor man took two steps back, "as long as you don't kill anyone here, I can heal you in no time." Hey, what's the cure? I'll listen to you!"

The tongue-pulling ghost blushed for a moment, suddenly pulled out his long tongue, swept the waist of the poor dead ghost, rolled it up and threw it, and threw the poor dead ghost who was caught off guard into the cornfield three feet away.

The poor ghost suffered a dumb loss, and he didn't know what to do.

The tongue-puller approached and whispered into the poor ghost's ear, "You must lick the wound on my tongue once a day, and I will not be healed until it is seven times." Otherwise, my wound will open up and grow from small to large, and after 7749 days, it will be completely gone. ”

Is there such a terrible thing that a beloved ghost will be wiped out?

The poor dead were terrified.

There is such a good thing? Licking the tongue of the ghost in your mind, isn't that the same as living a heavenly life? Licking it seven times, isn't that the same as living a heavenly life for seven lifetimes?

As soon as he thought about it, the poor dead ghost was a little happy.

However, the tongue-puller did not bother with tenderness, and when the words fell, he had already floated down the road, and waved his hand to the swelling ghost and the crow, who were waiting as if nothing had happened, and the three evil spirits pounced on the first police car.

"Don't hurt anyone!" the tongue-puller felt infinitely sweet, but not dizzy, and instantly returned to the roof of the police car.

At the same time, the director of the public security bureau held up a small loudspeaker and warned: "Who dares to pretend to be a ghost to block the road, and if you don't get out of the way, you deserve to be killed if you run into it!"

"We were originally hellish ghosts, and we still need to pretend to be ghosts?" the tongue-pulling ghost laughed eatingly, thinking that his laughter was very beautiful, which could impress many ghost men and enter people's ears, but it made everyone creepy.

"You have to pretend to be a ghost, you are lawless, and you don't listen to your warnings, you can only say that you have suffered by yourself and are looking for your own death!"

The three evil ghosts did not know the difficulty and retreated, but took the initiative to attack, and the director of the public security bureau, Fan Tianming, was full of anger and couldn't bear it, patted the driver's shoulder, and said loudly: "Rush up, don't worry about anything else!"

The driver understood, stepped up the throttle, and slammed into the ghost.