The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu gave the poor ghost Mao Changsheng some advice, and then said, "Now, I'm going back to the nitrate cave to rest and rest." The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei rushed there with dozens of bottles of old vinegar and dozens of misunderstandings, maybe the vinegar bottles had already been overturned, and my place was in a mess. Just let it go and do your thing, and I'll show up when it's time to show up. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng received guidance, no longer cowering, no longer sad and melancholy, waved his hand and said: "Take care! When you meet that fat woman, say hello to me, even if she is unreasonable, be tolerant of her—that is a careless ghost, no matter how bad she used to be, and now she is also a good ghost." ”

Cao Jinzhu bowed his head and passed away with a smile.

The poor dead ghost clenched his fists, got out of the porcupine hole, faced the sky and the sparse stars, faced the layers of green mountains, and faced the dense high-rise buildings in the Jade Emperor Village under the mountain, and said to himself sonorously and powerfully: "For my beloved, I must strive for self-improvement and live vigorously!"

In the distance, there were bursts of pine waves, surging and mighty, as if they were responding to the bold words of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng.

After a long night's sleep, Mao Changsheng felt a little sleepy, yawned, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and floated to the old bag in the store.

On the old bag of the shop, faintly, in a trance, there are obviously many lurking laborers and ghosts, one by one, destitute, hideous, as if they want to steal things, choose people and devour.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng didn't bother to pay attention to it, and he didn't have any fear, and went straight to the place where the intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong lived, but in the broken coffin in the tomb, there was no figure of Meng Haodong, and even Meng Haodong's breath was very small.

There are three holes of cunning rabbits, and rich bosses always have a lot of shady residences. This rotten boss made a fortune, so he went to a prosperous place to have a good time?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng muttered in his heart, jumped out of the tomb, and spoke to the poor ghosts who were probing their brains around and worthy of the name: "Who told me where Meng Haodong and Big Boss Meng lived, I will give him a piece of dark coin!"

As soon as the words fell, ten poor ghosts had already appeared beside Mao Changsheng.

"I'll tell you!"

"I'll tell you!"

"Give me the money, I'll tell you!"

"Give Wumao, let me tell you!"

"Don't rob it, I only need two cents of the stygian coin!"

......

The competition was fierce, and in the end, a dime was done, and a poor ghost who was so poor that he only had a pair of shirts shouted the answer: "This mountain bag is the residence of our migrant laborers, and Boss Meng has already lived in the highest part of the nineteen-story building in the village......

Although the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is called a poor ghost, he doesn't have a dime of dead coins, not even fifty yuan of dark coins, throws down a hundred yuan of dark coins, and says "Those who see have a share."

In an instant, ten poor ghosts fought for the dark coin, and the ghosts cried wolf.

Mao Changsheng couldn't look at it, snatched the dark coin, and with one move, "evil ghost scattering sand", a dark coin turned into ten parts, and flew into the hands of ten poor ghosts.

The ten poor ghosts were overjoyed, and soon realized that it was the remnants of money, and their faces became sad again.

"How to use this money, if you get it, you don't get it. ”

"Life is hard, in addition to working as a coolie for free, I also have to sleep in the open air, so that the crow peck ghost sea comes to eat from time to time, and a hundred brothers become a nutritious lunch for crow at a time. ”

......

Mao Changsheng was stunned and asked, "What's going on?"

The poor ghost, who only had a pair of shorts and a pair of glasses leaking out of his hips, said: "Boss Meng only cares about making a windfall for himself, but he doesn't care about our life or death, he lives in a five-star hotel, leaves us here, and lets the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang come to eat and drink the flesh and blood of the brothers......"

Mao Changsheng gritted his teeth angrily and said: "Put your heart down, the crow pecks the ghost Hai Weiyang and eats the ice ghost king Baishi, and the mouth and esophagus are frozen by ice, it is estimated that the old man will not come to harass you for a long time! I am also a poor ghost, and I will help you in the future! Alas, the dark coins in your hands, no matter who can use them, but if you work together and paste them together, you can also go to a full meal." ”

The ten poor ghosts cheered with joy on their faces, and drifted away in the wind—and went together in search of a restaurant.

At this time, many poor ghosts in ragged clothes stretched out their chicken-like claws and begged for Mao Changsheng in order to come up.

Mao Changsheng was sour-eyed, put his hand into his arms, and wanted to give the rest of his money to those poor ghosts, but he quickly shrank it out again, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm also worried about money-I'm trying to raise money to save a female ghost!

"Who wouldn't say such beautiful words?"

"By the time you become rich, we may already be destitute and ashes!"

"If you don't give, you won't give, and you don't need to comfort us with such empty words!"

......

Yes, these words are not pure cynicism.

Mao Changsheng's face was red, and he wanted to leave and float away, but he froze.

Haven't you ever been such a poor ghost?

Poor ghosts need sincere help, not beautiful words, not sweet words.

Unconsciously, Mao Changsheng grinded out the dark coin in his arms - the dark coin in the card did not dare to move, and now the dark coin can be 2,000 yuan.

"When you have gathered 10 million, you can go to see Lord Hades, and you can euphemistically say that you want to meet the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang!"

This is the advice of the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, and he unconsciously thought about it again at this time.

Two thousand coins is not much, and it is still far away from the word "10,000", but when the sand gathers into a tower, isn't the big number also accumulated by the small number?

Mao Changsheng wanted to give two thousand dark coins to the poor ghosts, but thinking of the advice of the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu and the tragic situation of the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang, he shook his head and stuffed the dark coins back into his pocket.

No, you can't give these coins to the poor ghosts.

I'm not a philanthropist, I'm not a member of the underworld, and it's not my job to save all the demons.

Mao Changsheng wanted to leave, but hundreds of poor ghosts had already floated up, surrounding Mao Changsheng without leaking.

"Come on, everyone, tear this poor ghost apart, and divide the money from him, so that we can make a little fortune and get through it for the time being. ”

The poor ghost who only had a pair of tattered shorts actually spoke like a river and called on all the poor ghosts.

"Why are we so poor that we can't make such a jingle sound? Don't be afraid, this rich ghost in front of you is not an important character, if it is torn, it will be torn apart, it is not a big deal. ”

At this incitement, all the poor ghosts were furious, and they opened their teeth and claws, grinning their teeth, and they were about to tear Mao Changsheng with their hands.

Mao Changsheng was even more angry, grinded out a firecracker, bounced into the air, and exploded with a "pop", and the smoke of gunpowder dispersed.

The ghost was most afraid of nitrate, and immediately retreated two feet away, but no one refused to disperse, and they all stared at Mao Changsheng with fear, and their eyes showed a look of begging pity.

Alas, all poor and pathetic poor ghosts!

If he didn't have the ability, he would have been torn apart by them.

Mao Changsheng took out the two thousand stygian coins again, frowned and said, "I'm not afraid of you, so I took out this stygian coin again, I really see that you are pitiful." Hey, torn shorts ghost, you seem to be able to speak, you seem to have some leadership skills, you can use this money to divide it evenly among those poor ghost brothers, the New Year is approaching, let them have a comfortable year. You'd better be honest, or I'll blow your torn shorts to ashes with a single Thunderbolt firebomb. ”

As soon as they heard this, all the poor ghosts burst into tears, and they all knelt down and shouted in unison: "Uncle Xie is merciful!"

With such a small amount of money, how can so many poor ghosts be grateful?

Mao Changsheng sighed and flew out of his hands with two thousand dark coins.

The ghost in the broken shorts took the dark coin, knelt down, and promised in a sand voice: "I will give it to my brothers fairly and justly, and I don't dare to save a private house!"

Because of the excitement, the kowtow was too strong, and the torn shorts tore a seam.

"You guys are busy with your business, I'm not a rich businessman, I'm not an emperor, kowtow or something, it makes me feel uncomfortable!"

Mao Changsheng said loudly, look at those poor ghosts turning sadness into joy one by one, smiling bitterly, and going into the air to find the intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong.

Behind him, all the poor ghosts cheered, and they could hear it from afar:

"Long live the Stygian coin!"