The poor ghost Mao Changsheng pounced on the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, the steamer ghost smiled, and the whole body relaxed.

This is an unprecedented feeling, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng suddenly felt confused, his mind was drunk, he forgot the embarrassment, and only felt that he had entered a wonderful fairyland.

However, at that moment, the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu's face had become serious, his right foot had curled up, and he kicked hard into the belly of the poor dead ghost.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was like a scarecrow, and he couldn't help but fly more than two feet high.

This kick is completely different from the kick of the scissors ghost plum fragrance, not only is it not painful at all, but it feels wonderful and interesting.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng instantly understood the good intentions of the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu - this "ruthlessness" was just to resolve the hostility and vinegar of the scissor ghost.

So, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng made a mistake, pretended to be very stupid, fell heavily on the grass, and even screamed, even calling out "Mom" like a child.

The tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao, the hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei were again gloating.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang witnessed the steamer ghost ruthlessly stepping over the poor ghost, and ruthlessly kicked the poor ghost away, and began to doubt his judgment, the jealousy subsided, and his face became calm, seeing the poor ghost fall into a mouth and gnaw mud, he couldn't help but take three steps, ready to help, but soon thought of something, turned his head angrily, and returned to the stone house.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei ran to help the poor dead ghost, and the hanged ghost Sha Jishan had already picked up the steamer ghost and asked quietly, "Do you see anything beautiful?"

"What do you want to see?" asked the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu in amazement.

"Isn't that handsome guy peeing and descending the fire dragon?" asked the hanged ghost Shajishan curiously.

"Yes, yes, it's very pretty!" the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"What's so good-looking?" Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, came up, "Let's talk about it carefully, let everyone be happy!"

"Of course it's that thing pretty. Shajishan, the hanged ghost, turned her face haughtily to the poor ghost, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

"What's 'that thing'?" asked Ma Mengyao, the tongue-puller.

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan said angrily: "I want to know, let's go see it for myself!"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu shook his head with a smile and whispered: "This place is too weird and depressing, which makes these two beauties a little abnormal!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng stood up, and was about to gather the four female ghosts to rush to the stone house together, persuading the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang to let him go, but the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei frowned and sniffed the air, and said urgently: "It's not good, attack the stone house quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind mixed with a strong fishy smell rushed from the direction of the stone house, blowing the poor dead ghost and the swelling ghost into the air like a dead leaf.

The tongue-pullers, hanged ghosts, and steamer ghosts, all of whom were not spared, were just frightened, and felt that something was wrong, and the wind had rolled them up, and they fell heavily on the transparent magic net, and bounced back again and again, as if they were jumping balls.

After the rebound disappeared, the poor ghost and the four female ghosts were blown by the disgusting wind and clung to the transparent magic net, and spun around quickly and amazingly, and in the haze, they felt that the stone house was an axis, and they were spinning on a wheel.

The pain of friction is no less than that of pressing your skin against the spinning stone mill, the wind howling and the sound of rubbing is sizzling, like a thousand poisonous snakes.

The wind first blew the five ghosts in a clockwise direction, turned a few hundred times, changed the direction of the wind, and then blew five ghosts in a counterclockwise direction, turned a few hundred times, and then suddenly stopped, and then blew from the bottom up, blowing 10,000 meters above, and blowing from top to bottom, making them fall upside down.

In the midst of the gale, there was soon a bright red rain of blood, so there was another kind of torture - the wind blew on the body, like thousands of sharp knives dividing, and the blood rain hit the body, like thousands of sharp arrows shooting.

The five ghosts couldn't help but let out a terrible cry, but after a while, the pain turned numb, and they stopped crying.

In the bloody wind and rain, the hanged ghost threw Bai Lian, hung himself on the giant pine in the magic net, first blew and hung horizontally, like a piece of white cloth flying, and then violently circled several times, stuck to the trunk of the tree, and got a momentary rest.

Seeing this, the tongue-pulling ghost threw out his long tongue and tied himself to the giant tree, although his long hair was fluttering, he also avoided the pain of wandering and reduced the consumption of ghost power.

When the wind suddenly lost its direction and blew wildly, the steamer was blown onto the back of the poor ghost.

The poor ghost simply hugged it tightly with his backhand, and the steamer ghost reacted almost instinctively, hugging the poor ghost's neck tightly, so that the poor ghost couldn't even get out of his breath.

This kind of accidental collision is very beneficial to both the poor dead ghost and the steamer ghost, and it reduces the useless consumption of some ghost power.

The back of the poor ghost is exempt from the attack of the wind and rain, and the face of the steamer ghost is also exempt from the tyranny of the wind and rain.

The bulky body of the bulky ghost was blown over by the wind and rolled to the door of the stone house.

The swelling ghost grabbed the door frame and was trying her best to climb into the stone house, but the scissor ghost smiled coldly in the calm room, and a white light cut at her right hand.

Idea scissors, that's extraordinary.

The swelling ghost secretly cursed "dead girl", quickly let go, and floated up with the wind again.

Coincidentally, the swelling ghost was blown by the wind to the grave where the smokers and ghost crows were buried, and hit the heavy stones, and in a daze, he grabbed the stones, rolled over a few times, and fell into the grave.

At this moment, the head of the inflated ghost was covered with a big stone slab, and he was spared the pain of wind and rain, and he couldn't help laughing, and said to himself: "Heaven gives Huawu, you can't live in vain! Rich woman is blessed, sure enough!"

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei yawned, lay down, and was about to sleep beautifully, when she sat up suddenly: "You can't just try to be comfortable and forget about that handsome guy." In any case, we have to get him in, otherwise after wandering in this bloody storm all night, the ghost power will definitely be exhausted, and we will no longer be able to save all the ghosts. I'm a big beauty, and I have to drink the dung water of thousands of people, and I won't be reborn, it's too cost-effective. ”

Talking to himself, he held up the slate with both hands, and despite the severe pain, he made a comeback, climbed out of the grave, grasped the slate with one hand, and stretched it out in the air with the other.

When the direction of the wind was chaotic again, and the poor ghost and the steamer ghost on his back were blown over, and the swelling ghost grabbed the poor ghost's legs and feet, and dragged the poor ghost and the steamer ghost into the grave.

The grave pit is narrow enough to accommodate only two ghosts, and it is impossible for the expanding ghosts to enter it.

"Take care, don't forget to find me tomorrow. After the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei finished speaking, she suddenly covered the stone slab, let go of her hand, and let the wind blow away.

After experiencing bloody wind and rain, a tomb without wind and rain is a peaceful paradise.

The steamer ghost had slid down the back of the poor ghost, looked around, smiled, and said, "It's nice to have a shelter from the wind and rain!"

The smile quickly disappeared, and she asked, "Sister Kang Xiumei pushed us down, what should she do by herself?"

"You can rest in peace, she has great skills, she must be fine. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng comforted, took a breath, and then scratched at the mixed soil of yellow mud and white sand on the side of the stone slab.

"What are you going to do?" asked the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu in amazement.

"I'm going out!" the poor ghost's tone was unprecedentedly resolute, "I can't owe a fat woman's affection! I can't let Xiang'er misunderstand me again and again! If the lonely man and widow stay like this for another night, some misunderstandings can no longer be explained." ”

"You're quite serious about Xiang'er. The steamer ghost smiled coquettishly, "In this way, we will open the passage at the same time, whoever opens up first will go out, and the slow one will stay in this pit until dawn!"

"It's a deal. After the poor ghost finished speaking, like a mad giant rat, the two ghost claws picked up like lightning.

In the land of illusion, the soil is hard and tough, and the strange is naturally different, and the poor dead can only pick up a tiny little bit of mud and sand at a time, despite their impatience.

With a smile on his face, the steamer watched the poor ghost busy for a moment, and unhurriedly pulled off the crystal hairpin on his head and looked at the edge of the stone slab above his head......

When the poor ghost was in the yang world, he never seemed to be so energetic, and even in the underworld, this move was the most energetic and promising.

The hard work paid off, and the passage was finally opened, and the light from outside had penetrated into the tomb.

A passage as big as a pillar and no more than three feet long took most of the night.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and suddenly remembered the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, and when he looked back, he saw that there was a hole behind him that was no more than two feet long and had a bright light, but there was no trace of the steamer ghost for a long time.

It turned out that the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu was full of tricks, and he had already used his best tools to choose the most labor-saving and shortest distance to make a hole out.

"Alas, it's so hard for these girls!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was deflated all of a sudden, and simply fell on the wet soil, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Outside, the wind, the rain, and all the screams were gone.