The fog is vast, the fog is vast.

The road is long, the road is long.

A poor ghost cowered, floating around, the big temple did not accept, the small temple did not want, the tattered clothes had long been blown by the yin wind, up and down, all relying on fluffy and slender dirty hair to hide the shame and avoid the cold, and decorate the façade.

The poor ghost wandered aimlessly, and sighed at the same time: "When I live in the yang world, people are the most miserable among all things, thinking that after death, when I enter the underworld, I can become rich and rich without labor, but I can't imagine that it is still so desolate." Alas, I knew that it was so unbearable, it was better to die than to live, it was better to drink less blended wine, eat less gutter oil, maybe still alive, still walking around that distant village - Yuhuang Village, and I can also talk about Zhang's family, the Zhao family's short, and win some cheap applause and cheers!"

Just sighing, a short-lived ghost who was worth millions in the yang world, but overturned and died at a young age, dragged two bloody stump legs, wore a brocade robe, limped over, and said sadly: "If you want to get rich, find a way, if you want to make a fortune, sell your father! You are obsessed in another world, believing that you can get rich with your hands, but as a result, you will be poor all your life, to tell you honestly, if you want to be rich, you must rely on your brains......

With that, the short-lived ghost snorted smugly and floated away silently, as if it appeared in front of him silently.

When the poor ghost heard this, he felt that there was some truth, and he grabbed the ghost's hair shaped like felt with his skinny ghost claws, and muttered to himself: "Yes, if you want to be rich and rich, and get ahead of the ghost, it is the brain, not the hand, that can really be relied on! Yes, from now on, I will make money with my head—from my limbs, I will only be in misery forever, and I will not be able to live in ten thousand calamities!"

While talking to himself, the silhouette of his previous life appeared in front of the poor ghost. On the wide field, a group of young people planted seedlings and grabbed weeds amid laughter.

The seedlings have grown, and the young people have grown old.

The seedlings grow ears of rice, and the old ones grow gray hair.

By the time the rice was yellow, the young men had become old, hunched over, and had constant asthma.

With hope and smiles, those old people were thinking about the day of harvest, but a burst of locusts flew in all over the sky, and in an instant, they gnawed up the ears of rice and grass, and there was not even a single root left.

As a result, the fertile field became a wilderness again.

So, the old men collapsed and never got up again.

"I will never repeat the same tragedy of a thousand years! I will no longer compete in vain with time!"

The poor ghost sighed and jumped, like a dead leaf falling on a light gray willow tree with no branches and leaves, and watched the hanged ghost stick out his long tongue, his eyes bulging, and his convulsions from time to time, and let go of the horse of thought—

In a remote mountain village, in a wooden house with only two wooden stacks, a man with a bare forehead felt a tingling pain in his heart, and wanted to struggle to sit up, but suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, and his slightly propped up upper body fell back heavily, and almost at the same time, there was a "grunt" in his throat, and he lost his breath.

In an instant, the man felt himself float up, leaving the stinking bed, and in the void of the room, he saw another self on the bed—his eyes were wide open, but there was no spiritual light, his mouth was wide open, and blood was pouring silently......

"What's wrong with me?" the man in the air was in a trance, muttering to himself, "I seem to have become two people?"

"What's so strange about this," said a cold voice in the corner of the house, and at the same time a monster in a suit and leather shoes, with a bull's head on its neck, shaking a pair of chains, "you are dead, your skin lies on the bed, and your soul floats in the air." Come down and follow me to Lord Hades!"

The man was taken aback, and shouted angrily in the air: "What are you monsters? Why did you appear in my house without inviting you? Get out of here, or you will beat you up and report to the police station, saying that you want to steal Lao Tzu's gold and silver treasures." ”

"Oh, you lazy dog!" another monster in a suit and leather shoes with a horse's head on his neck appeared, also shaking a pair of shiny chains, "You real treasure, even if you do a handstand 10,000 times, you can't pour a dime, and you still want Zhu Bajie to beat a rake, blame us for stealing your gold and silver treasures? There is no bowl of rice at home, not a piece of pork, and there is no money to treat a cold, so you will only drink a few catties of poisonous blended wine on credit to drink it regardless of life or death, and you still boast of having gold and silver treasures?"

The man in the air was frightened, and asked, "Who are you, and how can you come out of the ground?"

The two monsters replied in unison: "We are not human, we are ghosts!"

The man was half-convinced in the air, and said, "Pretending to be a ghost, what kind of drama are you playing?"

The handsome guy with the bull's head said slowly: "We are not pretending to be ghosts, we are real ghosts, my name is Bull Head ......"

"My name is Ma Mian!" said the handsome man with a horse head, "we are the famous bull head and horse noodles." You are not our son, nor our son, but our customer. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost is scary, but Lao Tzu is not afraid!" The man in the air floated down lightly, stepping on an ugly rice cooker, and didn't make any sound. "What did I become your customer? Are you doing business from outside? Lao Tzu has money, but if you don't become your customer, can you bite Lao Tzu's ass twice?"

The handsome bull-headed guy said slowly: "We won't bite your ass, we will only pull you to see the king of Hades." If you are guilty of great crimes, don't worry, poisonous insects and beasts will naturally bite your buttocks. ”

"Poor bastard, who wants to talk to you about you? Come with us!" the handsome man with the horse's head was angry, and he couldn't help but say, he threw out the chain and locked the man's neck, "Hurry up! The king of Hades let you die at three o'clock, who dares to keep you until five o'clock?"

"Lao Tzu is not going anywhere! Lao Tzu likes me as a poor ......" The man struggled, but to no avail, he could only spit on the handsome man with a horse face in protest.

"Do you want to rebel?" the handsome man with the horse face wiped his face and slapped the man hard.

"I'll fuck the old stinky ...... of your ancestors for eighteen generations," the man turned dizzily and scolded.

"You just scold slowly, you can't help if you don't go. The handsome bull-headed man also put the chain in his hand on the man's neck, "Let's go, those of us who work at the grassroots level have low wages, but we will not neglect our duties." Big brother, if you have any merits or demerits, go to the Senluo Hall and say it, what you have done, bit by bit, is recorded by the king of Hades. ”

"Lao Tzu is not going! Lao Tzu is not going anywhere!" the man struggled and cursed, but he couldn't help himself, and was forcibly pulled by the bull head and horse face, and flew out of the roof covered with tiles.

Soaring through the clouds, the man was pulled into a strange hall.

In the main hall, the man saw some humanoid monsters with strange heads, some of which were sharpened like bamboo shoots, some of which were like saddles, and some of which were flat like the bottom of a pot......

The humanoid monster is arranged on both sides, and the one in the middle of the high platform is wearing a suit and leather shoes, wearing a long-eared hat, it is the lord of Hades, blinking a pair of mouse eyes, looking left and right at the man under the steps, without saying a word, looking unfathomable.

The man felt that the momentum was gloomy, but at the same time he was afraid, he brazenly shouted in spite of it: "Let go of Lao Tzu! Let go of Lao Tzu! What are you doing with Lao Tzu? Your sister is too old to get married, and you want Lao Tzu to be your brother-in-law, or is your mother just dead husband and is not used to being idle, and you want Lao Tzu to be your godfather?"

The rat-eyed Hades roared and laughed strangely, and the entire hall was filled with a treacherous and gloomy atmosphere, and those little ghosts with strange heads did not dare to come out one by one.

The newly caught man's neck shrank, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"Mao Changsheng, you're dead!" "Look at your poor and sour look, will anyone want you to be the son-in-law of the inverted door?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Yes, my name is Mao Changsheng!" and then asked sadly: "Am I dead? What is this place?"

"Fool, don't die, can you come to the Senluo Palace?" "The rat-eyed Yan Luo patted the shocking wood, and the earth was shocked, "Bring the book of life and death, and see what merits and demerits this guy Mao Changsheng has, so as to arrange his whereabouts." ”

A saddle-headed, bald ghost with a circle of long yellow hair carried a large book three feet wide and five feet long, placed it on the long table, and walked away.

"The Biography of Mao Changsheng!" the rat-eyed Hades read, Mao Changsheng heard it inexplicably, but the big book opened it alone.

The rat-eyed Hades shook his eyes at the big book thief who stopped turning the pages, and then slapped the shocked wood, and asked in a weird manner: "Mao Changsheng, do you want to go to heaven or hell?"

Mao Changsheng hesitated and said: "Is heaven fun? Is hell wonderful? As long as it's fun, as long as it's wonderful, you can go anywhere!"

The rat-eyed king of Hades laughed strangely, and then announced loudly: "Mao Changsheng, Mao Changsheng, you have been mediocre all your life, greedy for fun, there is no big right, there is no big wrong, you are not worthy to go to heaven, you are not worthy to go to hell, you are only worthy of wandering around, being a bystander of life!

At the sound of an order, the strange head and ghost door shook his claws, and his claws finally had some big boards like oars, and his head and face were big towards Mao Changsheng.

"You don't have to drive, can't Lao Tzu go by himself?" Mao Changsheng was hit with a few boards on his head and buttocks, and he felt the pain like his skin and flesh blooming, and he ran out of the Senluo Hall with a smoke.

In this way, Mao Changsheng began to wander aimlessly.

I really can't imagine that during the roaming, I will meet a short-lived ghost who will bluntly remind Mao Changsheng to make a fortune.

Mao Changsheng turned back to his intestines nine times, suddenly realized, and shouted: "Lao Tzu can't go to heaven, and he can't go to hell, just because Lao Tzu has always been a poor ghost! Don't do it, Lao Tzu will never be a poor ghost again, Lao Tzu will be a rich ghost!"

This ghost cry did not spread ten kilometers, but it must have spread eight or nine kilometers, and many lonely souls and wild ghosts could hear it clearly, and they all cheered up.