After eating the fried chicken legs, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng wiped his mouth, stared at the crow pecking ghost Hai Weiyang, and said puzzledly: "Since I entered this ghost place, I haven't seen you get up, always lying on that stone bed, half dead, what the hell is wrong with you? I think I am very amazing, it is not worth sitting up to receive me, this poor ghost? If you want to solve this unsolved mystery, if you want to leave this broken place where the ghost doesn't want to stay, and don't get up to study countermeasures together, how can it work?"

The crow smiled bitterly, still lying down, and said, "It's not that I look down on you, it's not that I'm lazy, but that there's something else hidden." ”

The poor dead ghost snorted, his eyes full of doubts.

"I'll tell you the truth," said the crow, sighing, and said bitterly, "in order to heal the wounds of my mouth, after I strayed into this place, the ghost crow pecked the tobacco farmer to death, and after I smoked the ghost of the tobacco farmer, after lying down on this stone bed, my whole body became weak, and I could not do anything else but lie down." ”

At the end of the day, I was disheartened, and my eyes were full of loss.

The poor ghost secretly wondered: "Strange thing! This is the symptom of opium smoking: lazy to eat, not wanting to make progress, being content with the status quo, and not ......living until death."

"When I said I'm going to eat you, that's a lie—I'm not capable of eating any ghosts. The crow peck ghost sighed, as if he was about to die, "I have eaten ghosts for several years, and I have eaten countless ghosts, but in the end, because of the poisoning of eating ghosts, I have made myself a half-dead and paralyzed appearance. ”

"I see. "There are so many strange things in this place," said the poor ghost. Don't worry, although you are not a good thing, as long as I can get out, I will definitely take you out. What I need most now is a helper. Can you lend me this raven and make it do my bidding?"

"As long as it can take me out of this psychedelic land, I can listen to you for anything. The crow's eyes glowed with a strange brilliance, "However, it is useless for this ghost crow to borrow you, it will only listen to me." What do you want it to do, tell me, and I'll send it. The one outside, you go wake it up!"

"Hey, lazy fellow, it's time to get up and wash up!" the poor ghost frowned, shouted, and walked out of the stone house, and turned the sleeping ghost crow over with his toes, and turned it over more than ten times in a row, and the ghost crow was still asleep, and he was drunk in a deep sleep.

Looking left and right, it doesn't look like death, and between breaths, the nostrils are still moving slightly.

Hmph, it must be poisoned and unconscious.

The ghost crow has eaten five boxes of opium, and it will be difficult to wake up for a while, but the crow peck cannot be told about luring it to eat opium.

The poor ghost walked back to the stone house, shook his head, and said, "This place is so strange that the beast, after eating and drinking, fell asleep, and could not wake up—not dead, but it was obviously not far from death." ”

"Alas, waste, it's better to be dead, I'll suffer less sin - if the 'Immortal Ghost Crow' dies, that's even weirder!" The Crow Pecker didn't have a trace of regret, "That one is wasted, just use this one! What do you need it for?"

The poor ghost said gloomily, "The dead body of the tobacco farmer was abandoned in the wilderness, and it was very uncomfortable to see it, so it is better to bury it." Imagine the previous life, if it was our corpse, although it has been discarded, we still feel sad, buried in the soil, it is also regarded as dust to dust, and the earth is returned to the earth, and there is a clear destination. ”

"Do whatever you say!" the crow pecked at the ghost and obeyed, and his eyes moved to the ghost crow in his head, staring intently, and said word by word: "Go and dig a deep pit, bury that stinky skin, and never dig again." ”

The ghost crow actually understood as soon as he heard it, and it was better than a well-behaved elementary school student, nodding slightly, and flew out of the stone house with a "whew".

It would be nice to have one of your own.

The poor dead muttered to himself, turned and followed.

The ghost crow entered the open field, shook its body three times in a row, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from a white crow that could be seen in the mortal world to a giant crow as tall as a strong ox and as fat as a strong ox.

The poor ghost thought to himself: "This ghost thing is really terrible, and it will be a trouble to keep it, if you have the opportunity, let it taste the 'cool oil', so that it can't wake up for a while." ”

The giant crow didn't care about any thoughts of the poor dead ghost, with a strong shock, calmly walked to the side of the stone house where the stones were scattered, and the "tuk tuk" pecked it up, and every time it pecked, it would fly with gravel, as if an infinitely powerful excavator was digging the earth and rocks, and from time to time there were sparks mixed in with it, constantly flying by.

Powerful, diligent, I can't imagine that the crow peck ghost suffers from it, but also enjoys its blessings, loses, and gains.

The poor ghost looked at it with his mouth open, like the white crow that devoured opium.

In less than the time to let go of a bead fart, the giant crow had pecked out a deep pit five feet deep, shaped like a well, calmly walked towards the broken corpse, gently grabbed it and threw it away, impartially, just right, like a peerless master playing a super beautiful golf ball.

The poor ghost was shocked again, and thought to himself, "It would be great if there was such a ghost crow at the call." Of course, it can't peck my eyes or brain. ”

The giant crow waved its huge claws, still less than the time to finish a fart, had filled in the deep pit, and trampled back and forth on it calmly, and after it was solid, it grabbed a huge stone shaped like a grinding disc not far away, and covered the place where the corpse was buried.

"Hey, what a good brute with well-developed limbs and a delicate mind!" the poor ghost couldn't help but admire, "This is obviously done to prevent other ghost beasts from digging, and it is really thoughtful." ”

The task was completed, and the giant crow shook its body slightly, and suddenly shrunk back to its original state like a mortal crow, and flew back to the stone house with a "whirl".

The poor ghost walked slowly into the stone house, and was caught off guard, his shoulders suddenly grabbed by a pair of powerful claws, and his whole body was lifted, and at the same time, a thrilling burst of wild laughter was heard throughout the mountains.

"Hahaha, I've recovered my ghost power!" After the crow pecked the ghost Hai Weiyang laughed wildly, he shook the poor dead ghost around, like throwing a soft noodle, "I have recovered my ghost power, and I can eat ghosts again." ”

The poor ghost was terrified, and in an instant he realized that it was the corpse of the tobacco farmer who had made the crow peck lose his ghost powers—or more accurately, the indomitable ghost spirit of the tobacco farmer.

What made the poor ghost even more speechless, cured the mouth of the crow, cracked the mystery of the crow's loss of ghost power, and actually became the food of the crow, and couldn't help but sigh: "Life is bitter!"

"Is it useful to sigh and fart, eat you, my ghost power will increase greatly, and I can laugh and be proud!" The crow peck ghost was not busy eating the poor dead ghost, but like an eagle carrying a chicken, he brought the poor dead ghost out of the stone house, "The ghost I want to eat the most is your medicine ghost that is rare for hundreds of millions of years, and now I am going to get my wish, happy!"

After the poor ghost was terrified, he slowly regained his composure and his mind became more flexible.

"If you eat me, you'll regret it. The poor ghost confidently said, "Eat me, and you will become the target of the public, and you will be hunted down by all the ghosts." Also, the most important thing is that even if you become the most powerful ghost, you can't get out of this psychedelic land. Trapped here, you have the ability to uncover the world, and you have the use of fart?"

"Hahaha, are you still so naïve?" said the crow-peck with a strange smile, "and when my ghost power recovers, the psychedelia will be gone." It's really sad and lamentable, you medicine ghost has solved the fantasy maze by mistake, and you are still ignorant!"

Hearing this, the poor ghost was disheartened, lost all confidence, and went limp and became a rotten noodle that could not be clamped.

Is this the result of kindness? People often say that evil is rewarded with evil, and good is rewarded with good.

The poor ghost knew that he was dead, but he was indignant.

However, unexpectedly, the Raven gently lowered the poor ghost back to the ground.

The poor ghost's eyes widened and he asked, "Don't you want to eat because I don't taste good?"

"You stink, I don't know how long it has been since I took a bath, I can't go hungry anymore and eat myself to the point where I can't help it. The crowpecker said haughtily, as if the setback had made him a lot wiser.

"Really?" the poor ghost was skeptical, as if in a dream, and thought to himself: "Swallow my saliva as a jade liquid, but you don't think I have taken a bath?"

"It's true. The crow bowed respectfully, and his arrogance was gone, "When I was in the world, I didn't believe in any benevolence and morality, as long as I could achieve the goal, I would do whatever it wanted, so that I fell into a situation from which I could never recover. Now, in order to be reincarnated earlier, I can only be a ghost again. You have helped me, and I will be driven by you and faithful until the ages. ”

Is there such a joke? It can't be misheard, right?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was like a dream, constantly glancing at the crow peck ghost's face.

It's not a joke, it's not a joke at all.

This is no joke, the crow peck ghost suit and leather shoes, respectful, serious like a eunuch facing the emperor.

There is such a great evil ghost that can be driven by oneself at will, and the poor ghost cannot believe it in any way.

"What are you hesitating about?" the crow-pecked urged, "if there is anything to do, just give orders!"

The poor ghost was stunned for a moment, and said, "In that case, I have no other request, but I wish you to take your sunny path, and I will take my one-plank bridge, and do not interfere with each other!"

If you can get rid of the constraints and see the female ghost you like as soon as possible, it is already a good fortune, what more can you ask for?

"It's that simple?" the crowpecker respectfully stepped aside, "Please!"

Obviously became a fish that could be slaughtered at will, and suddenly became a high-ranking boss, what the hell is this old crow pecking evil ghost?

The people who play with power are unfathomable, and the ghosts who play with power make the poor ghost Mao Changsheng even more dizzy.

However, it is better to believe the truth than to believe the false, there will be exceptions to everything, if you don't try, how can you know the truth of the falsehood?

Besides, if you blow up a broken mouth and repair it, you don't owe each other, so why not be afraid of it?

The road is full of sky, each side of the road, what are the conspiracies, and in the future, they are all bad ghosts, who is afraid of whom?

The poor dead ghost was worried in his heart, and his fighting spirit became more and more high, and he jumped into the void where the sky was high and cloudy, turned into a yin wind, and rushed out unimpeded.