The poor ghost Mao Changsheng abruptly made a move "evil ghost scattering sand", and the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang was caught off guard, and his face was suddenly covered with sulfur.

If a ghost is stained with sulfur, like a mortal with water, it will surely have a thousand holes.

But unexpectedly, the scissor ghost did not react unusually, wiped his face, and asked in amazement: "What are you doing here? Why do you sprinkle me with yellow mud? Is this also a panacea?"

This innocent inquiry is a little cute.

The poor dead man was so frightened that he couldn't stop talking.

When the poor ghost first saw the scissors ghost, he saw that the scissors ghost was pitiful, and he had a little good feeling, and he was full of hope not to become an opponent in a big fight, but he was cut by the scissors ghost's mind, and found that he had become a nominal male ghost in an instant, and he couldn't help but be annoyed, and his good feelings were swept away, and he came to an unprecedented "generosity", and he didn't expect to be unscathed.

While the poor ghost was stunned, he also regretted it a little.

Fortunately, the poor ghost felt some comfort - the scissor ghost was not as vicious as he imagined

However, it is obviously crushed the "sulfur" scattered by the firecrackers, how can it be "yellow mud"?

Brimstone, except for the poor ghosts who are not afraid of themselves and are not harmed, is the nemesis that other hellish ghosts are afraid of, how can it not work?

The poor ghost was puzzled, and tapped his forehead before he slowly understood.

There are lawbreakers who make the dead money, so that the fake is real, how can there be no counterfeit and shoddy products in some firecrackers in the market?

The profiteers were too bold to let the poor ghost pick up more than a hundred fake firecrackers filled with yellow mud and sulfur at once.

When he picked up a pile of firecrackers next to a decent grave, the poor man was overjoyed, thinking that he had been lucky, and that it was a fake that had been cursed and discarded.

Alas, it's not the right time to be fake, and it's too late.

The poor ghost understood the joints, and the ghost's eyes and bones flickered, and he moved smartly, and said solemnly: "Yes, this is indeed yellow mud! Can't you make a joke that is not elegant?"

"Why do you want to sprinkle me with yellow mud?" "Why do you want to sprinkle me with yellow mud? You have to give a reason, or I'm going to make an unruly joke - cut off your ears and nose." ”

"Don't!" the poor ghost's heartbeat intensified, and he said curtly, "After listening to your story, I still have three points of sympathy for you, and I hope you can change your ways, and quickly leave those two incorrigible evil ghosts to cooperate with us, so when you make a move, you will be merciful." Do you think, if my Mao Dashuai hadn't been soft-hearted and sprinkled all the sulfur on you, what would have become of you? You would have been disfigured, unrecognizable, covered in bruises, and would have paid 30 million coins to marry, and no male ghost would be willing to marry you. ”

"Is that so?" Scissorghost gasped, his expression softened a little, and he was half-convinced, "Are you really soft-hearted and merciful to my men?"

"That's the case, who dares to talk about such a beautiful and lovely female ghost?" The more the poor ghost spoke, the more high-spirited he became, and the more he said it, the more it seemed to be true, "The heart of beauty, everyone has it, and there are ghosts, who wants to kill a beautiful ghost? You are ruthless and unrighteous, and as soon as you make a move, you castrate me with your mind, and make me a real eunuch ghost from now on, but I still can't bear to turn you upside down! Alas, in the face of a genius among ghosts, you should be kind to ask for words when you are injured, but you are aggressive, and you want to easily take my three spoonfuls of blood, as if it is water from the river? Alas, after all, I am merciful, and I don't want to be like you, but only a little punishment, and I hope you will wake up in time and turn back as soon as possible. ”

Constantly sighing, the tone is more and more like the elders are teaching the juniors.

"Mao Dashuai is really a bodhisattva!" "Mao Dashuai is really a bodhisattva!" the tongue-pulling ghost and the swelling ghost sneered secretly, "Mao Dashuai is too good at pitying fragrant and cherishing jade, and when he sees a beautiful woman, he forgets that the world is ugly." ”

"Awards, awards!" the poor dead man clenched his fists and arched, and he was very modest.

And the volcanic ghost iron golden dragon and the ice ghost king Baishi stood quietly and silently, as if smiling but not smiling.

The intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong nodded frequently, deeply satisfied with the poor ghost's clever words and fickleness.

Dealing with evil spirits, who is rare, honest and undeceiving, clever and fickle is a virtue that can be sung and cried.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang was ignorant when she heard this, her anger was greatly reduced, she lowered her scissors, and said gloomily: "Thank you for your mercy! As long as you are willing to treat the dark wound on my neck and relieve the torment from my previous life, I am willing to follow you and be willing to follow the work of dogs and horses." ”

With that, he put away the scissors and floated up towards the police car where the swelling ghost was standing.

However, it was too late, but it was too fast, and the volcano ghost and the ice ghost had already shot at the same time, and a flame and a white cold current, in two directions, shot sharply at the back of the scissor ghost.

The scissor ghost has lost his strength, and he has his back to the two evil ghosts, and he has neither the power to prevent nor the power to fight, and he is about to be poisoned.

However, in the midst of the lightning and fire, the ghost of the poor and dead floated up, and he greeted him with his chest.

With a "bang", the poor ghost was hit by the impact of the fire and the cold current at the same time, and with a "whew", his body involuntarily flew over the heads of the swelling ghost, the tongue pulling ghost, the gut-pumping ghost and the scissor ghost, and then slid into the distant sky like a spark.

Staring at the direction in which the poor dead ghost disappeared, the evil ghosts were silent for a long time.

After a moment, the gut-pumping ghost said leisurely, "Welcome Ms. Mei to join us!"

The tongue-pulling ghost and the swelling ghost, but listless, seemed to ignore the scissor ghost, cold and indifferent, although standing beside him, he also turned a blind eye.

The swelling ghost sighed and complained: "Red face and troubled water!

The tongue-pulling ghost squinted at the swelling ghost, and said in a strange way: "The raw rice is cooked into cooked rice, and the cooked rice is knocked down from the pot again, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

The inflated ghost tightened his face and said loudly: "The old lady is clear and jade, she has no intention of being careful, so there is no need to make fun of her!"

The tongue-puller said angrily, "Can't I make fun of myself?"

"I'm so sorry!" Scissors Ghost was ashamed, apologized, turned to face the two evil ghosts, and said hatefully, "You two only know how to fight bravely, and you have no ambitions, and this girl will not cooperate with you two anymore." I really can't imagine that you two are still so despicable and shameless, and the secret arrow hurts people, and I am not finished with you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the scissors in his hand suddenly grew, and they were more than a foot long, and they kept "clicking" to start, and they were about to attack the two evil ghosts.

The Ice Ghost laughed unscrupulously and said, "The poor ghost is here, we are still afraid of him, and now that he is gone, Brother Volcano and I, will we still take you seriously?"

"Don't get complacent too early," Scissor Ghost looked at the helpless gut-pumping ghost, tongue-pulling ghost and swelling ghost, staring intently at the ice ghost, with a cold smile on his lips, the same as his right hand, the scissors shrank to more than five inches long, raised his left hand, "click" "click" sounded five times in a row, and actually cut off all five of his fingers.

The Scissors Ghost cut his own fingers, but his mind was directed at the Ice Ghost.

The ice ghost's face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "Ouch, ouch, my fingers are missing, it hurts me to death!"

The Ice Ghost's fingers were obviously intact, but they bent down in pain, losing their fighting spirit, completely like a defeated rooster.

The gut-pumping ghost looked at each other with the tongue-pulling ghost and the swelling ghost, and suddenly understood-this is the intention to kill--scissors ghost has used his mind to severely damage the ice ghost, so that the ice ghost can't exert the cold ice true qi that freezes everything.

The Ice Ghost took three steps back, and the Volcano Ghost stepped forward with a big grin, and said in a voiceless voice: "Yes, count your little girl a few times!

After speaking, he seemed to be smiling, staring intently at the scissor ghost.

The scissors ghost was apprehensive, but he was not convinced, raised his left hand, which had just been cut out and was intact in a blink of an eye, staring at the volcano ghost with blazing eyes, and "clicked" and cut his fingers.

One by one, his fingers landed, and the volcanic ghost showed no pain, and his mocking smile climbed higher and higher from the bottom up.

The scissor ghost felt that his fingers were getting more and more painful, and the sweat actually fell down in large pieces, and the indestructible white bright scissors gradually turned red, more and more red, and it was so red that it was as if it had just been taken out of the furnace, and it couldn't hold it, and it fell to the road with a sonorous sound.

Oh, the Scissors Ghost is good at killing people with his mind, and the Volcano Ghost is too strong to hurt him at all - it can't hurt the opponent's mind, and it often hurts himself.

"I'm not as good as others, and I'm willing to bow to the wind. Scissors Ghost sighed and lowered his head sadly.

The volcanic ghost laughed, and said with no one in his eyes, "You all die, everything here is mine." It's one thing for you to be that poor ghost, but now, it's nothing, who dares to fight with me?"

Say it, laugh out loud, the laughter spreads far away, the valley roars, thrilling.

The gut-pumping ghost looks at the tongue-pulling ghost, the tongue-pulling ghost looks at the expansion ghost, and the expansion ghost looks at the scissors ghost, all of them seem to be helpless, and they all seem to be depressed.

The ice ghost's icy aura is terrifying enough, but after all, it was temporarily defeated by the scissor ghost, but the hellish fire of the volcanic ghost is stained with something and destroyed, and there is still a glimmer of hope in the presence of the poor ghost, and as soon as the poor ghost leaves, the last glimmer of hope is also shattered.

The gut-pumping ghost was also shrouded in despair, but he did not completely give up, and said, "Now, you really don't have any opponents, you can do whatever you want. However, as the saying goes, a good man is hard to resist the four enemies, and a big stone needs a small stone to plug it, so you don't have to kill them all, let us follow you to fight the world, okay?

The volcano ghost said arrogantly: "That's a common saying, it's not my words, why should I listen to you? The mall is like a battlefield, and the mercy to the enemy is cruel to yourself! I will not accept you, you have no other way but to die, but to ashes!"

The volcanic ghost Iron Golden Dragon is really a terrible ghost, not only the hellfire is powerful, but the scheming is even more high-level.

In an instant, three ghosts fell into the abyss of disappointment, as if they had received a fatal blow to the head, and one ghost, as if he had encountered something extremely funny, laughed out loud.

Who, at this time, can still laugh?