"Look, that's where we're going to build the nineteenth hell!" said the gut-pumping ghost, who circled around with the poor dead, and finally landed on a bare mountain bag like an old pervert's head, glancing at the few pine trees and bushes around him, and then pointing to a village not far away, "Aha, this is the golden treasure where we are going to make a fortune." ”

The human eyes are good in the day, the ghost eyes are sharp in the night, the poor dead ghost wiped the ghost eyebrows and ghost eyes, and through the hazy moonlight, he quickly saw the village in front of him clearly-

It was a peaceful village, surrounded by mountains and rivers, full of poetry, among which there were 273 families, old and young, men and women, a total of 542 villagers.

Those villagers lived in this place from sunrise to sunset for one hundred and fifty-eight years, six months, and twenty-seven days, and although they were tired and tired, they were always able to have enough food and clothing, and they lived happily and freely.

At this time, the villagers fell asleep, and they were even more ignorant of what the ghosts were doing, and they dreamed of the peace that the world would never have to work on.

What kind of place is this? The poor ghost felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it even after racking his brains--when he crossed the Hades Bridge, he drank Meng Po soup, although he played a little trick, and when he crossed the bridge, he used his fingers to probe his mouth and tickle, and vomited out most of the bowl, but after all, he drank some of it, and after all, he forgot part of the experience of his previous life.

"What's going on?" the poor ghost was puzzled, "If you want to turn this place into a construction site for building nineteen layers of hell? What about those people?

Faintly thinking of the land that he had received when he was alive, the poor ghost thought angrily: "The eldest brother-in-law has conspired and occupied my fields, and one day, I will let him have land and no life." ”

"Use your imagination and let your mind run wild!" said the gut-pumping ghost, dancing with his hands, "it will be a barren place, and the eyes of man will see only the withered grass and wild mice, and the eyes of the ghost will see a bustling city—a city full of tall buildings, with heaven above and an abyss of the nineteenth hell below......"

Faintly, the poor ghost thought of his hometown before his death, which was originally what he was looking like, and couldn't help but become anxious, and asked in a trembling voice: "The boss is far-sighted, amiable and admirable! But what about those villagers?"

"Villagers?" The gut-pumping ghost said disdainfully, "Since ancient times, nine out of ten officials have never taken the villagers seriously, so why should we just look ahead and deal with them? The first step is to intimidate them and leave early, the second step is to make them sick one by one until they walk away, and the third step is to kill the stubborn ones and kill them directly. I brought you here for the land requisition—not to inspect the people's conditions and show mercy. ”

The poor ghost scratched his scalp and said uneasily: "People are unreasonable, why are we ghosts so unreasonable?"

The gut-pumping ghost snorted coldly, and said proudly: "What is the point of killing tens of millions of people for the great cause of ghosts? You have fallen to this stage today because you care too much about other people's opinions-you are always too soft-hearted and can't bear to rob other people's food, but those big people will not only rob you of your food, but will also eat you as well-not only do you not spit out your bones, but you can not even let out a fart." ”

"I don't envy the success of those big heads, I just want to be at peace at all times. Alas, if you can not kill people, you should not kill them! People are sometimes very weak, and sometimes they are also very difficult to provoke - there are some strangers in the crowd, and they catch ghosts like catching chickens, and they also put ghosts in a pan of oil and fry them as snacks. The poor ghost pretended to be worried, and really didn't want the idyllic village in front of him to be destroyed, "It's better to be cautious, don't underestimate human beings - the little human head, once enlightened, is more terrible than the big head of a ghost, and ghost ideas can emerge endlessly." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, don't raise people's prestige, the ambition to kill ghosts, just act with me—one action is better than ten thousand loud farts!" The gut-pumping ghost slapped his stomach, and his intestines flew out like a whip, cutting off a pine tree as thick as a hanging pot, and fell to the ground with a bang, "Are you afraid of these mountain people? They think that simplicity and simplicity are a virtue, so let them be buried for their simplicity and virtue!"

Hey, there are a few hits on the mouth, and a few hits on the rotten intestines, this is a ruthless character - the boss is the boss, and there is always something different.

The poor dead ghost saw the power of the intestine-pumping ghost, and he was frightened, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Heaven has the virtue of a good life, it is better not to kill indiscriminately! You are the boss, you don't need to do it yourself, I'll drive it away!"

"How do you drive it away?" The gut-pumping ghost was skeptical, "You are too kind, this is the biggest weakness of the ghost, if you don't correct it, you will not succeed enough, and you will lose more than anything." ”

"I don't have to bother with much energy, as long as the ghost cries and the wolf howls and turns the ghost cry into a miserable one, and the superstitious villagers promise to escape! You are a great worker, and your patience is better than mine, so give me a little more time - give me three months, and I will be able to settle it!"

"Three months??—let your grandmother's fox fart go!" said the gut-pumping ghost, furious.

"That'...... Then give me thirty days!"

"It's still a fart!" the gut-pumping ghost escalated in anger.

"Give...... Give me half a month!" the poor ghost tentatively said.

"Still farting!" said the gut-pumping ghost, furious.

"That'...... How much time can you give me?" The poor dead were a little overwhelmed.

"The construction will start in three days, and we must clean up the living creatures in this place in nine hours! Give you three hours, and if you can't settle it, Lao Tzu will settle it—let you see Lao Tzu's murderous tricks!" said the gut-pumping ghost resolutely, without any room for negotiation.

The poor ghost was stunned for a moment, felt anxious, and without saying a word, jumped into the village with a flash.

Without further ado, the poor ghost hesitated in the village, and immediately the ghost cried wolf, and the most terrible and terrible voice immediately reached the ears of every villager.

The villagers were terrified, and the children hid in the arms of their mothers, who hid in the arms of their husbands, who put their arms around their wives and children, and shivered.

There were three old men, who were not in a panic, and immediately ordered: "Plug your ears so that you will not change for all changes!"

The words spoken by the three old men were always regarded as a golden rule, and the villagers sprang into action, plugging their ears with soft paper and cotton pulled out of the quilt.

Man cannot see what the ghost does, but the ghost can see all the things that the man does, and the poor ghost screams hoarsely for a moment, and then he stops crying in pain.

"Oh, fathers and fellow villagers, go quickly, don't close your eyes and listen anymore! You will leave immediately, although you will be uprooted from your homeland and have no fixed place to live, but life is hope, and one day you can rebuild your home......"

The poor ghost knelt on the roof of a village and cried loudly, but no one listened to him.

"If you don't leave, disaster will befall you......"

The poor ghost shouted and talked for a long time, and his mouth was dry and dizzy, but not one of them went out of the house, and every house tightened its doors and windows.

"Folks, it's so self-sufficient, that's all I have the ability to do. The poor ghost hung his head in despair, and then burst into tears and floated to the mountain bag where the gut-pumping ghost was watching.

The memory of the poor ghost is becoming clearer and clearer, this is his hometown in his previous life - few people cared about him before he died, and no one cared about him after death - but he loved this village, this land, the mountains and rivers here, every grass and tree.