On the hill is a flat shaped like a basin, the trees are sparse, under a few twisted tall pine trees, there are some low bushes, hiding five or six burial mounds that are the poor at a glance, although one of them is a little elegant, set up a tomb door of an old bluestone, but the years are deep, the dust is covered with dirt, and it is impossible to see what is inscribed.

Several tombs are the same, empty, and the ghosts in the tombs don't know whether they have been reincarnated, or where to find their old friends to brag and chat, or whether they have just seen two evil spirits fighting each other and fled to avoid harm.

Ghosts easily do not enter the dwellings of other ghosts, just as people easily do not enter other people's dwellings, but at this very moment, there is not much to care about, and the poor ghost helps the intestine devil to go straight to the tomb with a bluestone door, which is decent in comparison.

The corpses in the mound had long since ossified into green smoke and mud, and only a few leg bones, two forearm bones, and a miserable white skull remained.

The ghost was not afraid of the bones of the dead, and the poor ghost blew a breath, sent the bones to the end of the broken coffin, made a pillow to rely on, and then put the intestine pumping ghost down.

"How's it going?" The poor dead ghost said with some trepidation, "Although you have great powers, boss, it is really unwise to deal with a poor dead ghost like me regardless of decency. Big ghosts have big ghosts' tricks, small ghosts also have small ghosts' stunts, lions don't fight mad dogs, tigers don't fight weasels, that's the reason!"

"Alas, my brother has a point, it can be regarded as a life lesson for me that is hard to buy, and I will not dare to fight with any nameless ghost in the future!"

The gut-pumping ghost sighed again and again, and called again and again.

"It's much more comfortable to lie down like this than just now, but people who do big things are never obsessed with comfortable enjoyment. Please brother find me a ghost doctor to take a look, I'm not an ordinary ghost, I won't be wiped out because of this pain, but it's not good to miss a big thing. ”

"Is this kind of thing in a hurry? Where can I find a doctor at a moment or three? Which ghost doctor can rejuvenate you and make you safe and sound all of a sudden?"

The poor ghost scratched his scalp vigorously, and the dandruff of the old years fell like snowflakes, showing a helpless appearance, but in his heart he hated to delay it like this, so that those villagers could have some time to awaken and leave their hometowns.

"If there is any task, I can do it for you, boss, you can recuperate with peace of mind, don't worry - the body is the capital to earn money, and you can't be sloppy." ”

"You said it easily, but I'm in a hurry, and I'm going to be in a hurry. ”

The gut-pumping ghost moved, snorted a few times, and shouted restlessly and loudly.

"Seeing that I have fallen short and seriously injured like this, those ghosts who compete with me will definitely laugh and drop their jaws. If I am safe and sound, they will not dare to come to win the bid, whether it is financial resources, material resources, ghost power and hidden power to pull relationships through the back door, they cannot be compared with me. Alas, this little pain is nothing, and watching a lot of money flow into their pockets is worse than death!"

"A lot of money?" The poor ghost came to his senses, his eyes shining in the dark, like two dark green flames, "Can you really make a lot of money in this place?"

"People love to deceive people, but a ghost with status like me can't deceive some nameless ghosts who are not as good as me at the moment. ”

The gut-pumping ghost said very sincerely.

"As long as the villagers of this village are expelled in advance to the good area of the Hades peeing circle, even if the first one wins the bid, those competitors such as skinners and tongue-pullers who are more vicious and greedy will have no choice but to sigh and sigh, so they can only watch me slowly build the nineteenth layer of hell and make a lot of money. ”

The poor ghost blinked his eyes and said hesitantly: "Boss, after you are healed, will you retaliate against me?" After you make a windfall, will I really make a small fortune?"

"If we don't fight and don't know each other, how can our brothers and brothers who do great things be chicken intestines and rat stomachs, and they are calculating? Not to blame the past is the mind of those who do great business--only when they have a big mind, they will make a fortune. ”

The gut-pumping ghost said it categorically, and he only hated that he didn't have time to take out the ghost hand and pat his chest to ensure it, and then lowered his voice.

"As long as I win the bid and get the project of building the nineteenth layer of hell in hand, I will become a billionaire as a brother, and if you are a brother who sincerely follows me, it will not be a problem to be a multimillionaire. ”

Poor dead ghosts, whether they were human beings or ghosts, have never had such wishful thinking.

"You won't make fun of me, will you?" the poor ghost involuntarily massaged the legs of the intestinal demon three times, and when he realized that something was wrong, he quickly let go, "Don't make fun of me! Even if you really want to retaliate against me in the future, I may not be afraid of you—a gentleman has a gentleman's tricks, a villain has a villain's stunts, and it is terrible for people to die, and it is even more terrible for ghosts to die—I am a villain in the yang world, and a little ghost in the underworld, and I am not afraid of anyone or any ghost. Can you really make a fortune with you?"

"The little people are always suspicious and worried!" the gut-pumping ghost sighed and snorted again. "To tell you the truth, don't talk nonsense: to build the nineteenth layer of hell, the financial allocation of the netherworld is 500 million. With my experience budget, 150 million can be successfully completed, and then excluding the miscellaneous expenses of 77889900 - inviting guests to dinner, opening joints, thanksgiving and so on, the brother can earn at least about 4.5 billion. ”

"So much?" The poor ghost massaged the intestinal ghost again, "Can you make so much money by contracting a big project?

"Hehe, making money is actually as simple as grabbing tree leaves and padding the pigsty!" The gut-pumping ghost was proud, as if he had recovered from his injuries, "I am a notorious door-slamming boss in the yin and yang worlds, cutting corners and cheating, that is definitely my forte." Otherwise, how could such a fat shortage fall on my head first? In Yangshi, I once built a school with an allocation of 20 million yuan, and the plan was to resist a 10-magnitude earthquake, but I spent 9.2 million yuan to successfully complete it and successfully accepted it. Half a year after the students were admitted to that school, an earthquake of magnitude 6 hit them, and all of them fell apart and collapsed, killing 321 people......"

"You have lost your conscience!" said the poor man, "how can you harm a child? Have you never had a child yourself?"

"Hey, if you want to make a lot of money, you can still talk about your conscience? If you talk about your conscience, you will only be poor forever! This is what the so-called big people told me: they talk high-sounding, but it's another thing to do things. ”

The gut-pumping ghost was not ashamed, but proud, revealing a smug grin.

"When something big happens, those officials who have benefited from it are trying their best to find objective reasons and say that the forces of nature are the culprits, and they have nothing to do with me. However, there were ghosts patrolling the underworld, and before I could spend all that black money, they sent Niu Tou Ma Mian to pull me to the underworld, confront me in court, and then send me to hell for intestinal pumping, and did such an endless job. ”

"Hey, that's self-inflicted!" the poor ghost was a little happier, "You've suffered from gut drainage, and you still don't repent, and you still want to make a lot of money?"

"Although the pain of intestinal pumping is unspeakably painful, as time goes by, habits become natural, and it will also become a kind of enjoyment! Anyway, I have committed a great crime, and I may not be able to live in a thousand catastrophes, and if I have money, when will I wait? With a lot of money, I can open up my joints and return to the world. Of course, I was born to love money, and I never change it, and I like to stay wherever I have money. ”

The gut-pumping ghost seemed very satisfied with his situation, but due to his excitement, the ninety-nine-eighty-one hole in his intestines spurted out pain at the same time, and he hummed and urged:

"The most important thing is to heal my wounds and restore my primordial power from the hell of bowel pumping. ”

The poor ghost thought that his future self might soar, so he concentrated his strength on returning to the present, turned his ghost eyes and said: "To tell you the truth, no matter which ghost you are, you have been hit by my unique secret weapon-Thunderbolt Ghost Fire Bomb, only my unique antidote can cure the disease and survive the dead." ”

"This ...... Great!" The gut pumper perked up, "Quickly heal my wounded intestines, and we two will make a fortune." ”

"The cure is simple, but the healing medicine has to be prepared now. The poor dead ghost frowned, looking helpless.

"This ...... Hurry up and prepare!" The gut-pumping ghost was anxious, "Don't miss the opportunity, you can't come again, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make a fortune, once you miss it because of a trivial matter, you will regret it indefinitely." ”

The poor ghost still frowned, and said with long, thin, sharp fingers: "My unique antidote is made of three elixirs: frog feces, monkey urine, and cockroach farts ......."

"It's a little ugly, but the elixir has always been a little weird. Get it!" The gut-pumping ghost became more and more impatient, "Brother, please get there." ”

The poor ghost was not in a hurry, and he said again: "Money can make ghosts grind, and ghosts without money do not come to the door, buy those elixirs, you can get a deposit, but...... But ......"

"But what?"

"But I only have five hundred dollars on me, which is not enough for the cost!"

"Hehe, money can also be counted as a thing?" The gut-pumping ghost grabbed the money in his arms, and handed it to the front without looking at it, "What you have in the future is money, and you have to pull several carts with a car, what kind of money is this money? This is 7,800 yuan, it is enough to buy three cows, and it is all at your disposal." ”

The poor ghost took it tremblingly, not knowing for a moment whether it was better to put it in his arms or hold it in his hands.

Whether it is in the yang world or in the underworld, this is the most money that the poor ghost Mao Changsheng has gotten in his hand, how can he not be flustered?

"Old ...... Boss, close your eyes and recuperate, I'll be back soon!" The poor ghost's hand holding the money trembled more and more, and his voice was a little unusual.

"I'm too badly injured, and I'm too drunk, and I can't rest well, I'm afraid I'm going to have money and die. The gut-pumping ghost yawned, closed his eyes, and fell asleep against the pain.

"Dog's feet!" said the English that the poor ghost had learned from a schoolboy when he was alive, turned into a yin wind, swirled, and left the old grave abruptly, and fell to the foot of the mountain, which was more than a hundred feet away, and where there were no passers-by and no passers-by.

"Lao Tzu is rich! Lao Tzu is rich!"

The poor dead man cheered in his heart, and took out the dead coins and counted them one by one, and counted them three times, minus his own five hundred dollars, which was a full seven thousand eight hundred.

"Hey, the hair of the rich is thicker than my waist, the life in the underworld is really good, I am fucking slow, I died a few years earlier, maybe I am richer. ”