When night fell, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng woke up, found an empty bottle, poured a soak of urine and put it in the tomb, and then jumped out of the tomb.

Since you know that your urine is a panacea, why should you destroy the heavens? The poor ghost brothers are lucky enough to pick it up, and they can apply it externally and take it internally, which can cure many incurable diseases.

For this underworld full of injustice, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was suddenly full of nostalgia, and suddenly found that everything that was inconspicuous and ordinary in the past turned out to be very beautiful.

Standing on the boulder outside the tomb, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was excited and muttered to himself:

"Xiang'er, if I am wiped out, you have to cherish yourself! Heaven and earth conscience, I am sincere to you - the harm to you is completely unintentional!"

"Xiang'er, I know you forgive me from the bottom of your heart, but I can't forgive myself - after all, I hurt you!"

"Xiang'er, I really want to be with you......"

Speaking of this, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng's eyes turned red.

As he said this, he didn't notice that a poor man, who had put on a brand new pair of denim shorts, was lurking in the bushes, looking at him with admiration.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng gritted his teeth, puffed up his chest, and floated towards the tallest building in Yanhuang Village, the nineteen-story Fu Building.

Mao Changsheng did not hesitate and ran directly to the door of the basement of the Fu Building.

This time, the gate was guarded by eight big ghosts, holding not big sticks, but powerful classical weapons such as sharp swords, steel forks, machetes, two-cut sticks, plate axes, and stabbing hammers.

As soon as Mao Changsheng arrived at the door, a powerful ghost with a pair of big thorn hammers in his hand stepped forward with a big grin, and asked like thunder: "What are you doing?"

"Send trouble and chewing gum!" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng didn't want to say more, and directly threw a thumb-thick firecracker into the big mouth of the powerful ghost.

"Boom-"

With a crisp sound, the ghost with the stabbing hammer was immediately blown off his jaw, and he screamed twice, and floated away faster than the wind.

The seven powerful ghosts next to him, who have always been powerful and blessed, have no ghosts in their eyes, and they suffered a big loss when they saw the most brute force stabbing hammer ghost appear, and they all opened their mouths in shock.

Great opportunity, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng will never miss it, grabbed seven big firecrackers, lowered his head, and sprinkled them from under his crotch.

One seven gets seven, no more, no less, and the seven big mouths of the seven powerful ghosts immediately have an unusual object.

The seven ghosts wanted to vomit together, and they all wanted to see the truth before deciding whether to spit or swallow, but it was so insignificant that it was a second late, and the seven firecrackers rang out together.

In just a second, the floor at the entrance to the basement was covered with ghost fangs, ghost blood, and bits and pieces of ghost meat.

In just a second, the seven powerful ghosts who had sworn to be willing to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire for Meng Haodong disappeared in a flash.

"But that's it!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng stepped in with a big grin and greeted loudly, "Brother Meng Haodong, Brother Meng, I'm here to send you a big tonic, come and eat a few, nourish the yin and replenish the yang, and let you order troops on the battlefield, and win all battles!"

The sound of firecrackers roared very loudly in the basement, and Mao Changsheng's greeting was even more deafening.

However, Meng Haodong did not respond, nor did any of the other miscellaneous imps.

A huge basement turned out to be an underground shopping mall, the ghost lights were clearly extinguished, flickering, and the underworld goods were all available, dazzling and unique.

Mao Changsheng walked slowly, and those salesmen seemed to have seen a bad spirit, and hid in the corner one by one, honestly frightened, with their mouths wide open and their eyebrows lowered to watch Mao Changsheng's every move, not daring to make any sound.

When Mao Changsheng saw those eyes, he realized for the first time that he could live like this, and the pride and ghost power in his chest suddenly increased a lot.

Some small characters, what are they doing to embarrass them?

Don't let the little characters open their eyes, they (they) will also take people by clothes and hats, and then judge ghosts by their appearance.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng grabbed a handful of broad bean-sized, round hard candy, and the "evil ghost sprinkled sugar" evolved from "evil ghost sprinkled sand", and the hard candy flew out from different angles.

In an instant, those salesmen who opened their mouths wide in panic, without exception, had an extra hard candy in their mouths.

Of course, there are a few female ghosts, in addition to an extra hard candy in their mouths, they also have one or two more white teeth - their own teeth that have been hit by hard candy.

One of them, a bold and careful, smart and clever young female ghost who knew that she had a bit of a good look, glanced at Mao Changsheng carefully, and then walked out, pointed and said: "Hero, are you here to rob the money?" Look, the money is at the counter, take more, you can't hold it in your hand, you can use the bag to carry it! Take more, if you don't dislike it, I will elope with you - I admire you the most daring hero!"

In the dark, there is such an innocent, naïve and brazen female ghost?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng raised his eyebrows, and reprimanded in disgust: "Slut, full of fantasies all day long, restless and self-conscious, only thinking about who to elope with, and not managing his own life well, he is really fucking cheap." ”

With a wave of her hand, the clever female ghost received a crisp slap on her face, and her body was tilted to the side.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng spat a mouthful of spittle, and shouted loudly: "Rotten belly ghost, listen to Lao Tzu: Lao Tzu is here, one does not rob, the other does not steal, he is looking for you to settle accounts - Lao Tzu's seven million, obediently return Lao Tzu, plus three million reputation damage fees and apology fees, otherwise Lao Tzu will be lively with you to the end!"

There was still no voice from Meng Haodong.

The clever female ghost who was slapped covered her face with one hand and said aggrievedly: "Love is my right, not love is your right, you can not love me, but you shouldn't beat me." However, if you are beaten, you will be beaten by a madman. Don't shout, Boss Meng is here during the day and lives on the nineteenth floor at night, so he's in the wrong place!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng pretended to be extremely vicious, and raised his slap again, and the clever female ghost quickly ran to the side, so that he was exempted from the second teaching.

I wanted to hide, but there was no door.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng grabbed a handful of melon seeds casually, and walked to the basement exit while swallowing them.

At the exit, it was blocked by a dense crowd of poor ghosts.

The poor ghosts were all disheveled, with fangs and claws, and their faces were hideous, and they looked very terrifying.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng wanted to avoid it, but the poor ghosts got out of the way and welcomed Mao Changsheng out of the basement.

Mao Changsheng was feeling strange, a poor ghost with a familiar face and only a pair of shorts stepped forward and said to Mao Changsheng: "Mao Dashuai, thank you for your generosity, we all have clothes and pants to wear!

"This ......," said the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, "I'm not standing up for you, I'm standing up for myself, and he has taken away a lot of my wages! Alas, you are busy with yours, I am busy with mine, and if there is a chance, I will let him pay you your wages!"

With that, he jumped up to the fourth floor, leaning against the mirror and looking down.

Hundreds of evil ghosts, seeing that there were no evil ghosts guarding the door in the underground mall, immediately rushed to crowd in, yelled and shouted, and let * rob.

Mao Changsheng sighed, and was about to leap upwards again, when he suddenly heard a strong wind sweeping from above, and quickly slid diagonally to the side, which was thrilling, but finally escaped the attack.

The strong wind couldn't stop it, and swept heavily on the silver mirror, and dozens of mirrors attached to the building were shattered into thousands of pieces, but there seemed to be a wire in the mirror, and if it was broken, it didn't fall to the ground at all.

At this time, Mao Changsheng saw clearly that the strong wind of the attack was brought by a wriggling intestine.

The intestines were gray and white, not ten zhang but nine zhang long, and after breaking the glass mirror, he suddenly took it back.

"Brother is so skilled!" Meng Haodong put his back on the mirror wall on the sixth floor and spoke, "I want to borrow money, didn't I say that it would be five months later?"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng touched a hell bee in his left hand and a firecracker with plenty of sulfur in his right hand, and said without a smile: "I understand the words, it's not that I am ruthless first, but that you are unkind first." I don't want to fight, but the seven million coins in my card are gone, you have to give an explanation, right?"

The intestinal smoker massaged the intestines under the mink coat, snorted, and said, "How big is it, do you need to make a big move?" I was tight in front of me, and when I saw that you had spare money and it was useless, I borrowed it and spent it. Brother, I'll just take it to invest in buying and selling cabbage, double it for you, and give you 14 million ......."

With that, a gold card fell from above.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was relaxed, but he didn't reach out to take the card, and said loudly: "The last time, please blame once, Lao Tzu don't save the card, you want spare money." ”

"What's so difficult about this?" Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, waved his hand, the memory card flew back, and a bundle of about one cubic meter of dark coins slowly landed.

"If you admit it, I won't quarrel with you. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng took it out of his coat pocket with both hands and reached out to hold the coin.

"By the way, let's smoke a cigar!" Meng Haodong smiled sinisterly, and a flaming cigar flew towards Mao Changsheng's pocket full of firecrackers.

"Don't—" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng just cried out, and the firecrackers in his pockets crackled and exploded.

"Brother, let go!" Meng Haodong laughed proudly, "Take off your clothes first, don't be rich and lifeless!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng didn't listen, he held the dark coin and floated over, and wherever he passed, the crackling sound was continuous, and the gunpowder smoke was also tightly surrounded.

(End of this chapter, trap ads have nothing to do with me!)

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