The poor ghost Mao Changsheng had a heavy dark coin on his head, and the firecrackers kept exploding in his pocket, shattering his clothes, and then catching fire again, making him grin in pain.

However, he had no time to slap, no time to empt the other firecrackers in his coat pocket and trouser pockets—he knew that there was such a catastrophe, and he really shouldn't have carried so many firecrackers, and he really shouldn't have picked those powerful firecrackers to carry.

However, whether it is the human world or the ghost world, there is no medicine called regret medicine, and there is not much foresight to make a panacea.

The uncomfortable taste that had been experienced by those evil ghosts, the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng took it.

The intestinal ghost Meng Haodong is really insidious and vicious, and he would come up with such a vicious way to deal with Mao Changsheng, he is really Cao Cao's ghost.

The firecracker is exploding, the flames are spreading, and then a new firecracker is triggered, and a new explosion begins, causing a new spread of the flames.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng screamed and flew faster, originally wanting to arrive at the store earlier, but the rapid flight accelerated the spread of the flames and the explosion of the firecrackers.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng can completely put down the dark coins in his hand, and then a few turn over and pour out the firecrackers on his body, or a few turn over and strip off his clothes and pants, no, not a few turn over, just one turn over, you can solve this 100,000 urgent or urgent need.

However, he did not do so.

Mao Changsheng was not confused by firecrackers, nor was he confused by the flames, but the ghost hearts were unprecedentedly sober and clear.

As soon as you let go, the Stygian Coin will fall into dust from the sky.

And as long as it is instantaneous, the hard-won tens of millions of dark coins may be rushed up by the poor ghosts wandering around and snatched up.

Then, the plan to see the Lord of Hades can only be stillborn.

Then, the plan to go to Scissors Hell to see Mei Yixiang was in vain.

Therefore, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng held the dead coins on his head, letting the cannon blow up and burning, and he had no idea of letting go.

There are some things that you can let go, and as soon as you let go, you will be liberated from this, and you will enter an ethereal world of infinite freedom.

There are some things you can't let go, and as soon as you break up, you start wandering, you start drifting, you start the torment of no return, and you start the boundless nothingness and loneliness.

Therefore, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng grabbed the rope that tied the dark coin, like an ant grasping a piece of straw in the vast ocean.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng could have gone to the pond in the village, and he could use the re-accumulated water to extinguish the flames, but he didn't go.

When the flames are extinguished and the underworld coin is soaked by whom, isn't that more than worth the loss?

Therefore, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng held the banknote and forgot that the old bag in the store was flying, wanting to bring the dark coins into the tomb as soon as possible, and then extinguish the flames.

That journey was less than two thousand meters, but this time, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng felt that he had experienced a 25,000-mile long march in the world.

After the firecracker in the pocket exploded, it set off a flame, and the flames climbed up and down, whether it was clothes or pants, they all burned and exploded......

Such a sting, such a burning, the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng entered the yin and the underworld from the yang world, but he experienced it for the first time.

He hadn't been to Volcanic Hell before, but this time, he felt like he had been.

Volcanic hell, it turned out to be so cruel!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng first screamed, then laughed strangely, and finally turned into a creepy hum.

However, his hand never let go.

The flames burned Mao Changsheng's pants, and then burned Mao Changsheng's clothes, not so much burned, but rather shattered by firecrackers, rather than shattered by firecrackers, rather swallowed by the flames, you can say whatever you want, there is no language problem, and there is no contradiction.

Finally, amid the sizzling, a strong stench of coke appeared.

That's not surprising, because the long hair of the poor ghost hair is on fire and burns - the ghost hair is not easy to burn, it seems to be covered with a layer of fireproof paint, but once it reaches the ignition point, it burns particularly violently.

his uncle, the intestinal pumping ghost Meng Haodong is no wonder that he will go to intestinal hell, and the wolf's heart and dog's lungs are dozens of times better than his heart and lungs.

Oh, the long hair of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is not an artist, not a hooligan to scare the people, not a cool to seduce beautiful ghosts, and a tight to hide shame and avoid the cold, shelter from the wind and rain, I didn't expect to receive such hospitality.

If there is still a future and you can see a lot of men or women with long hair, Mao Changsheng will carry out free publicity with a fearless spirit: "Handsome guys, beauties, hurry up and cut your long hair, once it catches fire, you will be obedient and burn your baby ......to death."

However, that is an afterword after all, and the words of caution do not make everyone who has never suffered a dumb loss happy to listen to it.

Of course, if there is a future, there is still a future, even if there is a ghost who gives Mao Changsheng a high salary of 30,000 yuan per month, and wants Mao Changsheng to grow and flutter, Mao Changsheng will resolutely not do it.

Of course, if you pay 50,000 yuan a month for hair care, it is barely negotiable.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was miserable, but floating through the air, it formed a spectacle.

When people saw this spectacle, they couldn't help but sigh with worry: "This is a bad omen, there must be a fire somewhere!"

, the fire obviously happened, and he said that there was going to be a fire, Mao Changsheng faintly heard it, and he couldn't wait to give that person a few slaps.

When the ghost saw this spectacle, he couldn't help but sigh with joy: "The ghost path is about to change, maybe someone is going to make a fortune!"

, isn't it obvious that the big fortune has already been made, and he said that he is going to make a big fortune, Mao Changsheng is still not very satisfied, and he can't help but want to theorize.

However, what if you are not satisfied?

When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng landed on the old bag in the store, he was exhausted, and strictly speaking, his clothes and pants were burned to the point that there was no armor left.

The cheap suit that Ma Mengyao bought with the tongue puller is gone.

The blue jeans I bought are gone.

The cotton shoes that the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang persuaded to buy are gone.

After being brought from the yang world to the yin world, the long hair that grew secretly was gone.

The legs, abdomen, head, and whole body have become invisible, as the Buddhists say, this is the "six pure roots".

Of course, judging from the black and slippery color, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is very close to roast pig and roast frog.

Of course, the roast pig and the roast frog were roasted to this point, and a heart had long stopped beating, but Mao Changsheng's heart, instead of stopping beating, was beating much more violently than usual.

Why? Because Mao Changsheng had returned to the burial chamber on the old bag in the shop, because the fire caused by the firecrackers had burned all the clothes and hair, and not a single coin had been burned.

Does the coin have a fire-setting function? That's not it, it's that the fire is over.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng put down the dark coin, smiled miserably, and fell unconscious.

However, with so many coins around, whether it is a human or a ghost, it will not be in a coma for too long.

What's more, there was a noise around me.

It's not a human voice, it's a ghost tweet.

In this tomb, there are powerful ghosts who have lived, and ordinary ghosts can avoid it, and at this moment, the heads and faces of countless poor ghosts have appeared outside the tomb.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng woke up unconsciously, and immediately pounced on the dead coin, found that the dead coin was still there, relieved, and suddenly found that he was naked, and quickly covered his private parts.

"Go away, you all go away for me!" Mao Changsheng screamed loudly, and found that his voice was so hoarse that he felt scared when he heard it.

The poor ghosts outside the tomb laughed strangely, and no one "got out", if it weren't for some scruples, they would have jumped into the tomb to grab the dead coin.

"Tell us to get out of here?" a poor man in a pair of denim shorts asked in a loud voice, "You have received our wages of three thousand four hundred and fifty-eight poor ghosts, and if you don't pay them quickly, you want us to get out of here?"

"What are you talking about?" Mao Changsheng lay on the bundle of dark coins, angry and painful, and almost wanted to cry, "When did I get your wages?

"Hey, do you still want to play tricks?" the shorts ghost was furious, "At this time, Meng Haodong said to the big boss Meng. You were unconscious just now, if it weren't for the fact that you gave us some money to buy these denim shorts for eight cents, I wouldn't have made it difficult, and the brothers would have already done it themselves and divided the wages clearly!"

Hey, this is another trick of the gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong.

Asking for his own wages, suffering a fire, and having to bear the black pot?

Meng Haodong, Meng Haodong, is really powerful, and he should be really ruthless!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng figured out the joints, and knew that it was difficult to argue, so he didn't argue, and held back the pain all over his body and said: "Since this is the case, I will share your wages!" However, I am really ugly like this, I hope everyone will stand back, I hope that someone will borrow me a pair of pants to wear, people can not be shameless, we are ghosts, we can't be shameless!"

"This makes sense!" the poor ghost in denim shorts raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, stand back, wait for Mao Daxia to dress up, and then we will distribute wages!"

These words actually have an unusual appeal, and the poor ghosts stepped back, leaving only the shorts ghost to monitor Mao Changsheng.

Mao Changsheng sat up, stared at the denim shorts of the shorts ghost, and said with a wry smile: "Do you buy those shorts?"

"You can consider," a sly light appeared in the poor ghost's eyes, "I still have one inside, although there are two holes in the back, like two eye sockets, the front is still good, and there is no problem in covering the shame." If you want to buy my new denim shorts, as long as you can afford it, it doesn't hurt to sell it to you. In this era, as long as there is a dark coin, even a wife can buy it, let alone a pair of shorts?"

Mao Changsheng snorted and said with difficulty: "I'll give you ten yuan coins, and you can go and buy the same twenty pairs of these shorts." ”

"Don't be joking! Prices are not static!"

"Let's be straight, how much do you want me to sell?"

"Be kind, and don't blackmail you, we'll have an old friendship, just 20,000 coins!"

So kind?!

Mao Changsheng wanted to throw a firecracker on the first and blow up the poor ghost, but without firecrackers, he could only swallow his anger.

"It's too expensive. Twenty Stygian coins will be given to you. ”

"Don't joke. 20,000 is less than one point, and it will not be sold. ”

The gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong is ruthless enough, and this poor ghost is obviously more than that.

Sky-high shorts, few in the world, no gloom.

However, you can't go to see Lord Hades and your beloved without wearing shorts, right?

Anyway, 10 million can't be moved, and the rest of the Hu Huahai is used, so I don't care.

"Take it off, I've got to dissipate this bill!"

"Don't play tricks! I'm the only one here to keep you safe—I'm the boss of these three thousand poor ghosts. ”

"Please rest assured, boss, I have no tricks to play!"

"Throw up 20,000 coins!"

"Boss, this is for you. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed helplessly, reached out to untie the banknote, and suddenly found that behind the banknote, there was still the half bottle of ghost urine left by himself, and on the side of the bundle of dark coins, there were seven strange poisonous bees attached to it motionlessly.

Hell bees, what can firecrackers do with them?

The most loyal companion, the partner who depends on life and death, is actually the seven hell bees?