The poor ghost Mao Changsheng flew for a while, then stopped and looked around for a while, and then flew around for a while, and so on three times.

You can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to prevent ghosts.

The crow pecks at the ghost Hai Weiyang can open the net, and the poor ghost can't figure out the mystery even if he wants to break his head.

The poor are suspicious, and the poor are even more suspicious.

The results of repeated observation confirmed that the crowpecker himself did not follow the poor ghost, and the undead ghost crow of the crowpecker did not follow the poor ghost.

When people look for people, they will follow the vine and touch the melon, and the ghost will find the ghost, who said that you can't follow the ghost and touch the ghost?

This time, the crow really didn't follow the ghost and touch the ghost.

What is the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang going to do? If you want to put a long line to catch a big fish, which one of the big fish will be unlucky ghosts?

The poor ghost thought about it and felt very tired.

Eventually, the poor ghost was finally sure that he had escaped the psychedelic land, and that the crowpecker was really not cleverly following him.

The poor ghost looked left and right, and found that the mountains and rivers were changing, and he was getting farther and farther away from the psychedelic land where there was a stone house in the mountain, so he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the hanging ghost heart and lungs.

Where to go? This has to be taken seriously.

The dark coins on the body are not less, and if you want to buy a car as a business car to make money, a small dream can be realized.

At the moment when the dream could be realized, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng suddenly became a little interested.

Think about the beginning, when the Shawl spread across the Ping'an Bridge between the Shengxian Bridge and the Nai He Bridge, he was penniless, and he talked about his despair, and how eager he longed for the dream that an ordinary ghost could realize?

Now, my dream is coming true, and I can't really get interested in it.

Who am I? I am the most handsome man in Yuhuang Village, how can I do those trivial and unbearable small businesses?

Who am I? I am a well-known doctor among ghosts, soaking urine and spitting, and can also make all the ghosts rob, how can I despise myself and waste my unique good capital?

The mediocre ideal of making a fortune, let's put it aside for now, and don't pick it up again until it is absolutely necessary, let it go with the wind.

Now, what the poor ghost Mao Changsheng desires most is not to get rich, but a kind of peace in his heart - a kind of peace to find a sense of belonging.

If you have money, you have a lot of money, but you feel that you are a leaf in the wind, what is the use of being rich?

For the happiness that the heart desires, the effect that the underworld coin can play is very small.

How many lonely souls and wild ghosts, confused for hundreds of millions of years, always think that with a large number of dark coins, they will have happiness, happiness, and they are really some guys who are poor inside and out.

Happiness is a feeling, happiness is also a feeling, some ghosts have nothing and feel that they are happy and happy, while some ghosts have everything, or they still feel that they are unhappy and unhappy, and even feel that they have nothing.

Hmph, isn't that gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong just a poor ghost with a lot of money?

"From now on, Lao Tzu will no longer envy those rich ghosts! Lao Tzu will follow his feelings, grasp the tail of happiness and happiness, and never let go!"

The poor ghost stood on the top of a spruce tree that reached into the sky, and shouted at the mountains in the distance, which were stacked and confused, and slowly calmed down, and felt much better

The poor ghost thought of the gut-pumping ghosts, and also thought of the female ghosts.

That scissors ghost Mei is fragrant, and I don't know when it started, it has become a concern that the poor ghost Mao Changsheng can't let go.

The tongue-pulling ghost, I don't know when it started, has been slowly put down by the poor ghost Mao Changsheng.

Ask what is the love in the underworld, and call the ghost upside down, I don't know why it was born, and I don't know why it was destroyed?

Slowly, the poor ghost understood what true love was—he couldn't tell, but he could feel it.

That's right, you should go to the gut-pumping ghost - that guy is not a good ghost, but he can increase the ambition of the poor ghost, so that the poor ghost will no longer be satisfied with the status quo, and let the poor ghost experience greater and more joy in life.

Yes, he should go and see the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang - the poor ghost really feels that it is a female ghost closest to his heart, so that the sleeping lion in his heart can be awakened, and the wings that he can't feel can be raised.

The poor ghost followed the highway and soon found the bus, the police car, and the place where the villagers of Yanhuang Village had stayed.

The road seemed empty, and all the vehicles had left, but the traces of the fight between ghosts and ghosts, and the traces of people and ghosts, were all very clear.

Where the volcanic ghost and the ice ghost faced each other on the side of the road, many bullets were fired into the dirt and tree trunks—the scene where the SWAT shot is still fresh in my memory.

The poor ghost in the middle of the road suddenly attacked the scissor ghost, and the fake and shoddy firecrackers were still lying horizontally - the scene at that time, I couldn't help but laugh when I thought about it, and I felt infinitely sweet.

If you don't fight, you don't know each other, it's not that you don't get together, this may be fate, or maybe it's the arrangement of the god of fate.

The place where the four police dogs were instantly burned by the hellfire of the volcanic ghosts, there are still obvious white ashes, and there are still traces of scorched earth - for humans, this is another insoluble mystery, which will be written into the book of mysteries, and will be studied, discussed, and verified by many boring experts.

Returning to the past, did not stay for long, but the poor ghost had a kind of vicissitudes of life, a little stay, the tide of thought rolled non-stop, like the spring tide coming.

Of course, so many people were spared, and the poor ghosts felt happy - there were many, many pleasures in the human world compared to the ghost world.

In the realm where the poor dead ghost was stunned, sixteen green and miserable lights appeared in the darkness, getting closer and closer, silent, and looking particularly strange.

The poor ghost tensed for a moment, then quickly smiled.

"Don't be sneaky, let's go to your master!"

The words fell, and there were eight child-like cries in the darkness.

It was the eight clever police dogs, who saw that their four companions were burned by the hellfire of the volcanic ghosts, and knew that they were invincible, so they fled far away in one breath, and after getting out of danger, they thought of their masters, and returned cautiously.

The poor ghosts were not hostile, and the police dogs immediately realized that although they were otherworldly species, they quickly became inseparable friends with each other.

"Let's go, don't be afraid!" said the poor ghost, stroking the eight police dogs squatting down one by one, "I like you more than cats." Cats are fickle, people are fickle, but if you identify an owner and a friend, you will not change for the rest of your life. ”

The eight police dogs seemed to understand the words of the poor dead ghost, and barked again, gathered around the place where the four police dogs turned into ashes, mourned for a few seconds, and then raised their heads to the sky and howled three times, then let go of their steps and galloped in the direction of the county seat.

The poor ghost was as light as a leaf, jumped on the back of a police dog, rode like a horse, and moved forward happily.

After entering the county seat, the poor ghost floated up and parted ways - the police dog ran to the public security bureau of his hometown, and the poor ghost ran to the villagers' settlement.

Since the volcanic demons were extinguished by the fire of hell and escaped, there were no other demons blocking the way, and the police and villagers were able to enter the city and enter the resettlement area.

The gut-pumping ghost and the three female ghosts were no longer there, and the poor ghost was a little lonely, and he was not busy going to other places, wandering invisibly in the immigration area, looking at it casually.

On the hillside on the outskirts of the city, excavators dig out large areas of flat land, and then build small courtyards and a seven-storey apartment building, where each villager can get two small houses, and a family of four can get a courtyard house.

As far as housing is concerned, seven or eight out of ten villagers are still satisfied, but the voice of the people is still alive, and it is not enough to have a place to live, and there must be sufficient space for development.

What could be happier than free development, and what could be more painful than being kept in captivity like an animal? Leaving the land where it is difficult to grow, there is no more fields, no more mountains, forests and pastures, and the rest of the days, even if the government has special preferential policies and can live without worrying about food and clothing, but alive is only a depressed life, and can only live in a kind of chronic suicide.

Some naïve villagers feel that the resettlement area is concentrated, lively, and the houses are better than those in the countryside, while those villagers who can see farther away, or villagers whose family property is originally better, sigh and cry silently.

Looking at those villagers with different moods, the poor ghost was also full of sorrow, and secretly muttered in his heart: "I would rather die poor and starve to death in that village than be raised in this pigsty and bird cage." However, it is a great luck in misfortune that he was not killed by those great demons and was spared the disaster, and having such a place to settle down is also a great blessing in misfortune. ”

From Yanhuang Village to the migrant village, there were seven old and frail people who could never wake up - their bodies were quickly cremated into ashes, packed into blue and white porcelain vases, and delivered to their children and grandchildren.

The villagers who had lost their parents or grandparents first let out a loud cry of grief and made the resettlement area miserable, but soon, they received a good pension or condolence payment, plus some big hats of warnings and intimidation, and the mourning disappeared - the dead died, and the living had to live in self-deception.

In the minds of some important government officials, they are not upright people, but some insignificant insects.

However, those insects were not so obedient, and their hearts were depressed, and in less than half a day, two old people committed suicide by jumping from the fifth-floor window of an apartment-style house, three old people hanged themselves, and five young people with depression cut their own veins with kitchen knives......

The villagers imitated each other, infected each other with gloomy atmosphere, and the death of people happened one after another.

Of course, cremation and burial have come one after another, the government strictly prohibits firecrackers, and it is strictly forbidden to let out sorrows, but the truth is difficult to suppress, the firecrackers are still earth-shattering, and the cry is still resounding in the sky.

As a poor ghost, this is a good time to eat and drink, but thinking back on his life experience, touching the scene, how can he still have the heart to eat and drink, and in a gloomy look, he picked up two dumb firecrackers that seemed to be of good quality and had not exploded due to dampness, drifted away from the county, and ran to Yuhuang Village, where people walked away.