As soon as the poor ghost Mao Changsheng appeared, he scolded him, and the three female ghosts immediately let go and jumped to the side, as if they had pretended not to have done anything, and they all showed a slightly flattering smile when they looked at Mao Changsheng.

In fact, Mao Changsheng had seen what he did just now: the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei was infinitely powerful, hugged Mao Changsheng's mother, and made the old female ghost unable to move, and the hanging ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao each stretched out a cheap hand from the volcano ghost Iron Golden Dragon, and recklessly insulted them.

The old female ghost and the old male ghost stood in front of the two old mounds not far from the excavator, the handkerchief on one head was loose, and the felt hat on the other head was crooked, but they didn't care about it, staring directly at Mao Changsheng.

Finally, the old female ghost saw clearly that Mao Changsheng was indeed her son, and also saw that those lawless female ghosts had the heart to please Mao Changsheng, so she immediately pretended to be pitiful, wearing two legs with many tonic bars only trembling, an old and shriveled face with tears flowing, and she was so sick and weak that she opened her mouth like a wood again:

"Son, you have to be the master for me! I was bullied by those three dead girls, like the Japanese devils entering the village, eight to eighty years old, and they didn't let go of any of them. Your father is an incompetent person, a waste of dim sum, naturally he can't do justice, what about you, you are still a manly husband, so you can avenge me. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng wanted to laugh and cry, but in the end he didn't laugh or cry, turned to the three female ghosts, as if he had never known each other, he was angry, and hissed: "Who bullied my mother?

The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei squeezed her eyebrows and said: "Your mother is young and beautiful, and the little bird is still human, who can bear to bully her? She thought I was her daughter and asked me to hug her, so I was also an adult, hugged her, and gave her a lot of warmth." ”

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan smiled and said, "This is your mother? You are so lucky! Your mother is so virtuous, she has a lot of dirt and leaves on her buttocks, and she is reluctant to shoot it off, and she also said that she will save her son to make fertilizer and grow crops." I've always been enthusiastic, and I couldn't look past it, so I helped her shoot it off. ”

Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, looked even more like a five-body cast, and said: "I have been traveling south and north for many years, and I have never seen such a kind, virtuous, self-controlled and reasonable old man as your mother. No, just ask your dad - your dad is also a good guy with a clear distinction between public and private. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng smiled bitterly, and turned his gaze to the old male ghost who was submissive.

The old male ghost nodded frequently and said, "What these girls say is the truth. ”

"Old thing, you eat inside and out, when you fall asleep, I have to strangle you!" The old female ghost roared, and suddenly the clouds and fog dispersed, and half a tear was gone, "Son, don't talk about gossip, let's talk about the important thing: When you get to the underworld, why don't you come to your father and me? You have made a fortune, haven't you? Look at the eyes of those fox spirits, you will know that you have made a fortune! In this era, with money, there will be many fox spirits who will follow you, and if you don't have money, the dogs will ignore you......

deliberately glanced at the three female ghosts who made her angry, and the three female ghosts showed no embarrassment on their faces, and they kept looking at each other.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was afraid of saying something even more ugly, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Mom, the people in the world and the ghosts in the underworld are not as snobbish as you imagined. They are my good friends, friends of life and death, the kind that never abandons, not fox friends and dog friends. ”

"Hey, you are still friends of life and death, and for the sake of temporary happiness, you don't even care about life and death?" the old woman's face became even more ugly, "You still have to be cautious, don't get your life into it in order to please them." ”

The old male ghost also nervously added: "Son, there is a knife on the head of the color word, let the heroes of the world bend their waists, you have to take care of your body and save some energy!"

"Poof", the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu laughed out loud, and seeing that he couldn't hide anymore, he simply floated down next to the three female ghosts.

The three female ghosts were laughing, clapping their hands, and laughing loudly.

"Two old fools, what are you talking nonsense about?" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was embarrassed, and quickly took out a thick stack of dark coins, divided them into two, and presented them to the two old ghosts, "You should change into new clothes and pants, stop pretending to be poor and complaining! Times have changed, pretending to be poor and complaining, no one will sympathize, you will only end up with jokes." ”

"That's right, she still has three new pants, but when she has time, she cuts holes with scissors and sews them up. The old man ghost agreed, and trembled to pick up the underworld coin.

The old female ghost suddenly became quick-eyed, snatched two stacks of dark coins, stuffed them into her arms at once, and then warned loudly: "Son, why are you foolish to give your father money? Men are bad when they are rich, and women are rich when they are bad, haven't you heard of it?"

"You...... Why are you so suspicious? Ahem...... "The old man coughed angrily, "I...... When I was young and strong, I didn't break it, but how bad can I do now? If I want to monopolize my money, I don't need to play mahjong and lose to those old ghosts who are younger than me!"

Hey, such an old female ghost like a candle in the wind, and she also learned to play mahjong?

The eyes of the four female ghosts widened.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng not only opened his eyes wide, but even his mouth opened wide.

"Mom, you really can, what I didn't learn, you actually learned!" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng quickly found a stack of dark coins, "Dad, Mom is going to play mahjong, you follow along, playing mahjong can delay Alzheimer's disease." Come, this money will be used as capital for you, and I will give it to you again after I lose it all. ”

The old female ghost still wanted to rob it, but the old male ghost took it, held it in his hand, and jumped three feet away.

"Son, you are kind, but your father still won't gamble!" The old man trembled, but his tone was firm, "The word "being a family is diligent and thrifty, and the word "loser" is gambling and lewdness, although you currently have a few broken money, you can't take it lightly and go like a brute!"

"Yes!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng solemnly agreed, "My son must listen to his father!"

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu said with a smile: "Uncle, don't worry, your son is a good ghost!"

"Ahem—" The old woman coughed vigorously, then crossed her waist and said, "Son, the old lady wants to give you a few words of advice, would you like to hear it?"

"Son, listen!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng's face turned to the old female ghost.

The old girl and ghost taught it seriously: "Remember this golden and jade good saying for the old lady, and it will benefit you endlessly for the rest of your life: 'Don't prostitute or gamble, I'm sorry for your parents' - you only have this life, do whatever you want to do, just let it go, don't listen to the gossip of foreign ghosts and demons, and wronged yourself! Oh, if you want to go to the friendship of gentlemen or villains, while you are young, go and make friends! I ...... I have a bit of itchy hands and want to ...... I want to go and get the book!"

"I want to gamble again...... Look, this is what your mom looks like right now. The old man grumbled indignantly.

"Slow!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng made a stop gesture, "You have all given me advice, then I will also give you a piece of advice: don't harm those innocent people! The nineteenth layer of hell is being built here, and I don't want my parents to be taken into the nineteenth layer of hell!"

"Oh yes, as long as there is mahjong, it doesn't hurt to go down to the nineteenth layer of hell. The old female ghost seemed to be full of care, "If there is a mahjong room in the nineteenth layer of hell, let your mother know it earlier! ”

The words fell, and disappeared silently.

"Changsheng, here's the thing," said the old man in a serious voice, "if people don't come to dig your mother and me's graves, we won't be charming and harmful." ”

"Alas—" the poor ghost Mao Changchang sighed, "You better go with your mother! She's old and confused, it doesn't hurt to play small mahjong, but if you play big ones, you will hurt your body, heart, and ruin your wealth." Small bets are pleasant, big bets are losers, you have to remind your mother more!"

"Take care, son! I see that you are sensible and mature, and you can rest assured as a father. The old man and ghost burst into tears, turned to a few female ghosts, made a gesture, and said silently, "Thank you girls for making my son mature and responsible! Thank you! Thank you......

The words fell, and disappeared with them.