The four demons looked disdainful and turned towards the gut-pumping ghosts.

The head that the head chopping off the ghost had just cut off turned to the poor ghost, bared his teeth and grinned, "What are you called, big brother and sister-in-law, do we know each other?"

The poor dead ghost smiled and said, "Once born, second ripe, see each other a few times, and you will become acquainted." ”

"Nonsense! I'll never know you, poor bastard!" the detached head opened its mouth wide and screamed, and flew viciously to bite the poor ghost's face, and the poor ghost sat down on the ground in fright, and the head vanished three feet away.

"It turned out to be a telephone pole and a wreck!" the stone mill ghost leaned forward and backward with laughter, and the two stone mills also pitched up, quacking and rotating, "You call you big brother and sister-in-law, climb the dragon and attach the phoenix, and think that we will be polite to you, when you are a brother?"

The poor dead ghost stood up straight, and said, "If I am polite, you will raise yourself by nine points? Do you think that big stone mill is your big breast, and you can use it as capital to show off?

The skinning ghost shouted with his teeth and claws: "A poorly clothed ghost is called Hanako, and he is still sharp-toothed, wait for me to tear your stinky mouth." ”

"You can come and tear it up. The poor ghost was timid in his heart, but his mouth was very hard, and he clenched the dumb cannon he picked up in one hand, ready to meet the head-on attack, but the other hand shook a stack of dark coins, "Lao Tzu has banknotes, but Lao Tzu likes to be cool, and he doesn't like to make clothes racks, can you, the bastard son of the eagle, manage it?"

The skinning ghost's grimace turned dark green, and he was about to pounce on it, but the hanged ghost waved his hand to stop, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this handsome guy yet!" Hey, the handsome guy is so rich, I envy my little sister, let's talk privately in a while, and I will teach you to play a very fun and fun game." ”

"No," said the poor man haughtily, "you want to cheat you out of money, but I'm not interested in you." I'll tell you, I'm already famous, and I won't talk to you privately, and I won't play any fun games with you. What fun games can you play? Kissing? You can find a pig to practice—I'd rather be poor and ambitious than rich and lose my temper!"

The hanged man pretended to smile charmingly, and said, "It's quite cute for a man to be amorous." My game is very fun, and I can teach it - all I need is a rope and a tall tree. ”

"What kind of game is that?" said the poor ghost, dumbfounded, "You're going to teach me to hang myself?"

"Clever boy!" said the hanged ghost with a smile, "this is my specialty, you have a good talent, as long as you give me a thousand dollars, you will be taught." ”

The poor ghost wanted to scold, but the four evil ghosts said "up" in unison, and pounced on the gut-pumping ghost together, not taking the poor ghost seriously at all.

In an instant, two stone mills of the stone grinder flew out, one around the back of the gut-pumping ghost, and the other around the gut-pumping ghost's chest, looking for an opportunity to squeeze and grind in the middle.

The gut-pumping ghost did not have a tendency to be weak in his limbs, shook his body, swept his stomach and intestines, and hit two stone mills at the same time, and the green sparks scattered in all directions, and disappeared suddenly.

As soon as the stone mill was deflected, the three-foot machete of the head cutter had been cut over, and the intestines of the gut-pumping ghost were from top to bottom, and the machete struck the knife surface, and the machete sank downward, slashing at the skin-peeling ghost who bent in, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, forcing the skin-peeling ghost to swear and staggered back nine steps away.

At the same time, the ring lanyard of the hanged ghost had been tilted and flew towards the neck of the gut-pumping ghost, and the gut-pumping ghost swept his waist, and the sling rope rebounded back, put it on the neck of the hanged ghost, and flew the hanged ghost out of three zhang away, hanging a paper man on a pine branch.

"Good!" the poor ghost clapped his hands and applauded, "Brother boss has eaten my elixir, and his ghost power has increased greatly, and these guys have failed." ”

"Thank you, brother!" the gut-pumping ghost felt that he had the strength to stop playing, and he took a moment to say a word of thanks, and urged his stomach again.

The intestines seem to be soft and fragile, but now they have become extremely strong, and they are alive with a magical steel whip.

The hanged ghost couldn't get down for a long time, so he simply tilted his head and stuck out his tongue and watched quietly, and the three evil ghosts on the ground were surprised, but they were unwilling to admit defeat, paused slightly, and attacked again.

The gut-pumping ghost felt that a volcano was about to erupt in his belly, and it was extremely uncomfortable, but every time he exerted a little bit of strength, he felt a little better, as if the flames had been extinguished, so he spared no effort to dance his stomach and surrounded himself in the storm of heaven and sea.

The stone mill whirred and swirled and flew in, up and down, left and right, unpredictable, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The intestine pumping ghost dodged a few times, and the intestines were like a lightning bolt, and with a "bang", the two stone mills were cut into four pieces, and fell to the ground like stinky tofu, smashing the ground mud and rocks, as if the workers who were mining the stone mines had put a flower cannon, and they did not move.

The stone mill screamed, and in defiance, threw himself at the stone mill, and hugged him again and again, as if his beloved treasure had been shattered by a loss.

The moment the intestine pumping ghost intestine retracted, it was full of strength, and it slashed down obliquely, hitting the machete knife surface, like a chopstick hitting a cooked noodle in the air, and the machete was immediately bent into several circles and hugged on the stomach intestine.

However, the intestines did not retract from this, and the curved machete was like a hammer, and the lightning flashed and smashed on the two sharp claws that the skinners grabbed quickly, and the claws changed direction, grabbed downward, and could not retract the momentum, and at once caught into the skinner's own two hairy thick legs, and the skinners immediately cried wolf.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the head cutter pounced on the gut pumper, trying to hold the gut smoker to the death, and then fight for his machete.

The gut-pumping ghost's eyes were quick, his stomach trembled and shrank, and the machete bent into several turns flew towards the face door of the beheading ghost.

The head cutter reached out and caught the machete, which had become like scrap metal, and with a shake of the wind, the machete was back to its original state, and with a terrible laugh, he busily cut off his own head......

"Okay, good, ghost fights are more exciting than martial arts movies!" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng clapped his hands again, "Brother boss won a big victory with one block of four, so powerful, it seems that he has eaten too much viagra." ”

The poor ghost didn't know what kind of drug "Viagra" was, but he heard that it was "very powerful" after taking it, so he said it.

The gut-pumping ghost retracted his intestines, calmed down, looked puzzled, frowned and asked, "What is this......?" What's going on?"

The stone grinder has scooped up four grinding stones, combined them into two stone grinders with cracks, pressed them on his chest and back, and while letting the stone mill turn, he said with a gloomy expression: "Gut pumping ghost, you have the help of the high ghost, and the ghost power has increased tenfold, we are not your opponent for the time being, but we will not give up." ”

After that, he waved his hand and prepared to leave with the other three demons, and the gut-pumping ghost asked in confusion, "What kind of high ghost helps? My ghost power has increased tenfold?"

The skinning ghost had already pulled out the two claws that had been grabbed into his hairy legs, bared his teeth and grinned: "Artemisia annua and ghost urine were originally poisons to defeat ghosts, but the poor ghost ate seven cockroaches transformed by the seven fairies in the yang world, and got seven immortal qi, and the urine sprinkled was naturally qiong jelly and jade liquid, and the divine power was extraordinary, and it helped you a lot unconsciously, and the team leader ...... your ghost power."

So that's the case?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was surprised and delighted, and secretly wondered: "How could the seven fairies become cockroaches? ”

The gut-pumping ghost was also surprised and delighted, and glanced at the poor ghost, nodding again and again, very satisfied with eating the artemisia paste.

"Although we can't beat you, you don't want to take over this big project alone!" The hanged man struggled a few times, fell to the ground, and said curtly, "We have entered that village, and the whole village will die in seven days-hehe, the task of land acquisition is not completed by you, and the task of building the Nineteenth Hell will naturally not be handed over to you! ”

When the words fell, the four demons had disappeared, suddenly and suddenly, as if they had never appeared.

The poor ghost's heart was heavy, and he asked anxiously, "What should I do?"

The intestinal ghost also seemed worried, and after a little hesitation, he immediately became energetic, patted the poor ghost on the shoulder, and replied, "There is no time to wait, enter the village immediately!"

The poor ghost nodded and asked, "Are all your injuries healed?"

The gut-pumping ghost showed a trace of worry and said, "There is still a hole that has not been blocked, and it is still sizzling and leaking, so that my greatest ghost power can never be used." Brother, you are a high ghost who has become a master, and I hope you will ...... in the future Lift up your noble hand and give me a spiritual elixir to heal me once and for all. ”

The poor ghost breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and said, "It is a matter of effort to heal your wounds." But...... But ......"

The gut-pumping ghost smiled and said, "But the medical expenses can't be less, isn't it?" Brother, you have helped me practice the magic of the Seven Immortals, which has greatly increased my ghost power, such a grace, I will definitely repay it in the future as a brother!"

The poor ghost nodded, shook his head again, and said, "The medical expenses are not a big deal, and they are just a drop in the bucket for the boss." I mean, when we enter the village this time, we can't kill people indiscriminately - if you can persuade you to leave, you will be persuaded to leave, and if you can't be persuaded to leave, you will drive away, and you can't easily harm those villagers......"

The gut pumper frowned, stretched it out again, and said, "Time is getting shorter, but ...... But it's all up to you, brother, just get your hands on the land. ”

The poor ghost looked happy, slapped his hands with the intestinal ghost, and said, "When the land is successfully acquired, I will prepare medicine for the boss brother to treat the last little injury." Alas, although it is a small injury, it cannot be careless, an ant hole can collapse a levee, and it may allow the water of a reservoir to flood a village. ”

"I understand this truth," the gut-pumping ghost couldn't hide a hint of melancholy, "A thousand miles of embankment, collapsed in an anthill, this is the details that determine success or failure." ”

As soon as the two ghosts were about to enter the village at the same time, a rooster crowed, and the roosters in the whole village crowed in an instant.

It's a real chicken call.

This means that the life of man has begun, and the moment of a hundred ghosts has passed for the time being.