The poor ghost Mao Changsheng flew over the mountains and rivers and landed at the end of the village of Yuhuang Village.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang's change of heart made him sad, and the contest with Gu Tian made him sad, and he hadn't seen Meng Haodong, the intestine pumping ghost, for a long time, which also made him feel that the situation was cold.

What am I doing? A person who is frustrated in love.

What am I? a defeated man.

What am I? a part-time worker who can be called around by the boss.

Thinking of many unsatisfactory things, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng really has a sense of nothingness and loneliness that he has nothing to love.

Therefore, Mao Changsheng did not go to the shop to see the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong on the old bag, did not go to the construction site to see the construction of those workers, and did not go to the porcupine cave behind the village where it is possible that the four female ghosts went.

In a trance, with a long sigh, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was full of melancholy, and returned to the Zhaohuazi Cave, where he had lived for a period of time with respect for the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang.

The Qianjun mountain stone that can shelter from the wind and rain is still abrupt.

The ashes left behind by the boulders and herdsmen burned through the fire were still cold and lifeless.

Beneath the boulder was the mouth of the cave, like a fool's mouth wide open, trying to say nothing but saying nothing, just like the shape of a poor ghost at this moment.

The water in front of the cave was loud, and a song of loneliness sang even more lonely.

The red winter melon book by the river, and the green thorns under the trees, have all lost their leaves, looking so shabby and tasteless.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang once lived here, once accompanied the poor ghost Mao Changsheng to live in the morning and twilight, watched the flying clouds and flowing clouds, listened to the nightingale reciting refined poems, and smelled the ancient red dust in the mountain wind.

At that time, everything in the world was beautiful and lovely, impeccable, and happy, as if the heart had been longing for a long time in the divine heaven, and everything was harmonious and rich.

Now, the good couple is far away, the heaven and the earth are full of endless scarcity, the sky is broken, the earth is broken, and everywhere it touches, there are all the remnants of mountains and waters.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed and sighed, wandered and wandered, sat down and stood up, stood up and sat down, feeling that he should go somewhere, but his heart was indifferent, confused, not knowing where to go, not knowing when to go.

It seems to be awake but not awake, it seems to be asleep but not asleep, just like the hell bee in the pocket.

Finally, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng remembered what the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang had said when he left the Psychedelic Land.

Mei Yixiang hid the dark coins and passbook cards he gave her somewhere in the cave called Huazi, and asked him to find them himself.

Is that true?

I have seen too many girls in the world who are open-minded and unprincipled, and when they come to the underworld, can they really see a female ghost who is clean and self-conscious?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng closed his eyes and sighed, then sniffed in the air.

The days he spent with the scissor ghost Mei Yixiang were all well-behaved and respectful, but he couldn't be more familiar with the smell of Mei Yixiang - even if 10,000 female ghosts made up exactly the same makeup, and then used the same hijab to cover their heads tightly, he could smell the smell of Mei Yixiang at once.

In the cave, there is the smell of plum fragrance everywhere, if there is none, it is strong or light, which makes the poor ghost Mao Changsheng even more heartbroken.

The dark coins and cash cards stay on the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang for a particularly long time, so the place where the dark coins and cash cards are collected will naturally have a stronger smell of Mei Yixiang.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was not stupid in the first place, and when he calmed down, he became even smarter.

It can be said that it didn't take much effort, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng found the money card of the dark coin hidden by Mei Yixiang.

The most noticeable place, but also the most overlooked, is the way to turn a blind eye.

Looking up at the boulder, there was a depression above the boulder, and the stygian coin and the cash card were resting there, and a stone with the same black paste as the boulder was pressed on it, and the wind could not blow it away, and the pine tree unintentionally stole it, and as soon as the stone was uncovered, I saw the familiar stygian coin and cash card.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng pressed the dark coins and the money card on his chest, his thoughts flew far away, and his eyes moistened.

Mei Yixiang once went to the county seat with him, to the immigration area, and to the retail department......

Once upon a time, sweet dreams became smoke, and old joys became dreams!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sat down on the top of the boulder, and muttered to himself:

"Why did you keep the money and the card? Why didn't you take it away?

"You took it away, flatly deny it, I have no way to get it back, I can only consider myself unlucky!

"If you take it away, and don't say a word, or deny it outright, I will see you for what you really are, and thus despise you, and slowly forget you, just as the poet Jingwei said - only by seeing clearly can we look down, and only by seeing can we be relieved.

"But you, but why do you want to leave everything I have willingly given you, as it is?

"You don't do this because you're financially rich—it's only because you're spiritually rich.

"A girl with a rich soul can stick to her integrity, bring happiness to others, and be happier and happier!

"Such a good couple, it was not easy to meet, but it was such a smile, missed, and became an eternal dream?

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled—I lost you like this......"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng cried bitterly.

However, he immediately covered his mouth with his hand, and allowed only tears to be shed, and not to let out a loud cry.

He realizes that he is a male ghost.

In his heart, he never despised female ghosts, but he has always had male ghosts.

A big male ghost can shed tears, bleed, or ashes, but how can he cry to other ghosts who don't know his heart?

Other ghosts may sympathize with you and pity you when they hear your cry, but if you have more sympathy, you will lose some of your ghost power.

The crying stopped.

Soon, the tears stopped.

At this moment, there was a series of quarrels between female ghosts -

"I'm sure that the hand that secretly rubbed my ass must be the hand of the flowery radish hair!"

"I'm also sure that the hand that secretly touched my chest must also be the hand of the handsome poor ghost!"

"What are you two stinking and beautiful? When my baby's hand is a groping pig hand, you will touch other female ghosts casually? You two are too self-indulgent!"

"Hee-hee, what the hell are you talking about?"

......

As soon as he heard these voices, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was taken aback, and quickly hid behind the boulder, staring and listening, while smiling bitterly and thinking: "Why is my Mao Changsheng so unlucky? There is a female ghost who slanders me like this!"

As soon as they hid, the four female ghosts had already floated to the mouth of the cave and looked around.

"Big pervert, don't hide, I saw you a long time ago!"

"Brother pervert, you kind of touch me, why don't you have the courage to face me?"

"Kiss the baby, just come out and tell the truth: did you touch her?"

"Brother Mao, if you are really here, come out to meet us, there is something urgent to discuss with you. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was motionless, and he understood eight or nine points in his heart.

There are two female ghosts who are cheating on him, one female ghost is seducing him, and only one female ghost is calling him sincerely.

These four female ghosts, of course, are the four "old friends" - Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, Sha Jishan, the hanged ghost, Kang Xiumei, and the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu.

Looking at their appearance, none of them seemed to be opening their mouths.

What the hell is going on?

Women are troublesome, and female ghosts are even more troublesome.

However, without their trouble, what is the life of this world?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was entangled in his heart, and he was about to appear and jump off the boulder, when he suddenly listened to the proposal of the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei: "Without the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng's kissing baby, this yin and yang world is too lonely and boring." Come, there are no male ghosts here, let's take a gamble, whoever loses is responsible for finding the big carrot, and the rest will lie down wherever it is cool. ”

"I like to gamble the most!" screamed Ma Mengyao, the tongue-puller.

"How to bet?" asked Shajishan, the hanged ghost, busily.

"I'm not good at gambling," the steamer Cao Jinzhu became curious, "can you teach me to gamble?"

"It's so easy, it's guaranteed to be taught as soon as it's taught. The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei patted her chest and said, "Let's pee in a competition, whoever has the farthest urine flow, who is the eldest sister, and then the second sister, the third sister and the younger sister will be determined." Be a sister's rest, and be a little sister to find Mao Changsheng's bastard. ”

When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng heard this, he almost laughed out loud.

The tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao and the hanged ghost Sha Jishan immediately objected: "You are so fat that you want the old sow and the big mare, you don't need to compare, of course you are a well-deserved eldest sister - shameless is interesting, we are unwilling." ”

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu said miserably: "No need to compare, you should be a sister, I will be a little sister, I will work hard!"

"Virtuous!" the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei gave a thumbs up.

"Are you really willing to admit defeat?" Sha Jishan, the hanged ghost, and Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, said in unison, "It's not fair, right?"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu shook his head, sighed and said, "I'm willing to admit defeat." You go to the porcupine cave to rest, I'll be responsible for retrieving Brother Mao!"

"Then the eldest sister is welcome!" the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei flew away with a big grin.

"That's hard work for you!" Sha Jishan, the hanged ghost, and Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, also flew away.

At the entrance of the Huaziyan Cave, only the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu remained, and his hands pressed his lower abdomen lightly, and he let out another sigh.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng couldn't bear to look at the lonely and miserable look, and gently floated down beside the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, and asked, "Why do you want to admit defeat?"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu was not surprised, and his face was slightly red: "I once had a miscarriage and had a strange disease: when I wanted to pee, I couldn't pee, and when I didn't want to pee, I would pee a lot." Besides, if I don't argue, who will embarrass me more?"

"If I had the ability, I would have cured you of this disease. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sympathized, "It's a pity that I don't know how to help you?"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu blushed, stopped talking, sighed, and said, "Let's go, there is an excavator to dig your Mao family's ancestral grave!"