After the poor ghost Mao Changsheng heard the sound of the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang, he was skeptical at first, and then he was pleasantly surprised, and he was about to rush into the stone house desperately.

However, before Mao Changsheng could approach the door of the stone house, the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang had slowly stepped out.

It's a strange thing, his face is calm, and he is extremely docile and holding Hai Weiyang's arm, it turns out to be the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang.

Seeing that intimacy, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth wide, and felt that he had fallen into a bottomless ice cave.

Women are fickle, and female ghosts are so fickle?

Once upon a time, didn't Mei Yixiang also hold the arm of the poor ghost like glue, looking as gentle and obedient as a female cat?

Once upon a time, Mei Yixiang empathized and took the arm of another male ghost?

"There is no beautiful woman to hold your arm, what are you afraid of, and what about me who is more beautiful?" The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei was indignant, she was going to give up the poor ghost, but now she saw the poor ghost's face of loss and misery, and couldn't help but grab his arm, like an old female cat, and leaned her head on his shoulder.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang saw the strange appearance of the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei, and there was a trace of anger on her face in an instant, but it disappeared in an instant.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was demented, staring at Mei Yixiang intently, his heart fluctuated, his mind became confused, and he thought miserably: "Xiang'er has changed her mind!

"Female ghosts are female ghosts, they only like powerful male ghosts, they only like male ghosts with bulging money bags, even if those male ghosts are some bald official ruffians, some shameless hooligans, and some hypocrites who treat them in front of them and behind their backs......

"What am I? I'm just a good-for-nothing lonely ghost, no power, no relatives, no friends, no car, no house, no home......"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was extremely sad and inferior, if he had the courage to die, he would resolutely choose to die.

However, the poor ghost suddenly didn't even have the courage to choose death, and suddenly became the wreck in his previous life, bowing his head and bowing his head.

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan, the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao, and the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu all looked at the poor ghost Mao Changsheng with sympathy and pity, without saying a word or moving.

Concern is self-evident.

The crow pecked the ghost Hai Weiyang looked at the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng, there was actually some inscrutable smile on his face, and his eyes slowly turned to the ghost crow that was dead but not stiff, and slowly became angry and painful.

The death of the old ghost crow means that the new ghost crow is coming, the punishment of hell, which is inevitable.

"Oh, old friend, you're going all the way!" the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang, who had always looked arrogant and indifferent, was so sad that tears flowed down his eyes, and he shivered and touched the headless ghost crow's low-hanging tail.

In an instant, the headless ghost crow fell from the boulder, and when it landed on the ground, it had become the size of a medium chicken, stiff and lifeless.

"Go ahead, bury it!" said to the ghost crow who was standing on his shoulder, constantly pecking at his brain and one eyeball, that sad tone, people who didn't know the truth heard it, and thought that his mother had eaten too many nutrients and died of fat intestine disease early - in the years when he was the director of education, the tonic that nourished a lot was piled up at home, and I don't know how much it expired and deteriorated.

The lonely ghost crow obeyed, like a villain who wanted to transfer his work, and gave a vicious look at the poor ghost and the female ghosts, flew away from the crow's shoulder, gently and skillfully grabbed the whimper, and gently threw it into the pit where the smokers had been buried.

The lonely ghost crow screamed in a sad way, and transformed into a giant crow as strong as an ox, and picked up the oval boulder like a dirt, and grabbed the stone slab that weighed a thousand pounds, and covered it on top of the grave.

Then, with a slight hesitation, the crow picked up the oval boulder, placed it lightly on the stone slab, and sat down on it, looking into the sky, and let out an angry and piercing cry.

Where the white ghost crow looked, from far and near, from faint to clear, a red ghost crow flew in.

In a blink of an eye, the red ghost crow had arrived in front of him, and it was huge and friendless, and it went straight to the crow pecking at the ghost sea Weiyang.

The white ghost crow was not convinced, hissed, flapped its wings to meet it, and pounced viciously on the red ghost crow.

The two ghost crows, like enemies seeing each other, were extremely red-eyed, and immediately refused to give in to each other, and fought with all their might in the air.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was full of sorrow, thinking about the change of the scissors ghost plum fragrance, and he couldn't help but look at the sky at this time.

Seeing that there was a lively scene to see, Kang Xiumei had already let go of the arm of the poor ghost and clapped his hands and cheered.

The tongue-pullers, the hanged ghosts, the steamer ghosts, and the scissor-ghost all opened their eyes wide and tried to look into the sky.

This kind of ghost crow battle is not something that can be seen very often, and you don't pay a penny for the ticket, why don't you watch it? Who doesn't watch who is stupid!

The crow, with the exception, stood still, intoxicated, staring into the distance, silent, unmoving, as if he had seen everything through, waiting for a new punishment or reward to come.

The two ghost crows opened and closed in the sky, fighting to the death, constantly screaming, constantly pecking each other with their iron beaks, constantly grabbing and tearing each other with their iron claws, and constantly slapping each other with wings as big as wings, both wishing to kill each other in an instant.

In an instant, the feathers fell one after another, the blood rain fell one after another, and the female ghosts on the ground dodged one after another, lest they stick to it, bringing fishy and bad luck.

The two ghost crows hit the ground from a high altitude, and from the ground to the stone mountain, only to fly sand and stones, the sun and the moon were not shining, and they still did not know the winner or loser, and finally hit from near to far away, and then from far back to the sky above the stone house.

After about half an hour of fighting, the two ghost crows gradually became slow, sluggish and demented, and no longer dodged or resisted, but mechanically reported back and forth—

You peck me, I peck you, you catch me, I catch you, no one is more, no one is less, you don't owe me a penny, I don't owe you a penny.

This lasted for a while, and the two giant crows slowly became smaller, becoming only the size of a chicken, and their ears and temples grinded a few times, as if they had become a couple with a heart, and both flew down on the two shoulders of the crow, and pecked unhurriedly and tacitly with a very tacit cooperation—

You peck your left eye, I peck your right eye, you peck your left brain, I peck your right brain, one after another, continuously, in a state of fierce competition.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang looked at it first, suddenly her face was full of anger, and she opened her two fingers, ready to use the "Mind Scissors" to deal with the two ghost crows.

"Xiang'er, stop it, I deserve it, I can't escape it, you can't save me, it will only add to the suffering. The crow peck raised his hand to stop, his face bleeding, but there was an ancient calm.

"Dad!" the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang couldn't bear to look at the miserable situation anymore, screamed, and suddenly threw herself into the arms of the crow, and cried bitterly.

Scissor ghost calls crow "Daddy"? This is not an auditory hallucination.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng fell off and unconsciously grabbed the swollen ghost of his arm, stepped in front of the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang, and asked, "Xiang'er is your daughter?"

The Bloat, the Hangman, the Tongue Puller, and the Steamer Ghost were once again dumbfounded—there were so many strange things.

The crow smiled miserably, noncommittal.

The scissors ghost Mei Yixiang suddenly left the arms of the crow, turned around, raised her jade hand, "pop papa", and rewarded the poor ghost Mao Changsheng three times in a row.

"Why are you beating me?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng covered his cheeks and asked as if in a dream, "Did I do something wrong? Why do you want to treat me like this?"

"If you don't beat you fool, who else will you beat?" Mei Yixiang threw herself into the arms of the poor dead ghost without any scruples, hugged his waist tightly, and sneered, "It's not my father, I'll stay in the stone house with him?" It's not my father, I'll hold his arm? You and Mei Yixiang are the female ghost of the water-based poplar, aren't you?

So that's what happened?

"Well done, good fight! Three more slaps in the face, and I won't resent you?"

The poor ghost yelled with joy, picked up the scissor ghost, and spun it three times in a row.

The steamer patted the tongue-plucking and hanged ghosts on the shoulders and whispered, "If we don't avoid it, we'll be called 'old stuff' again!

"It's the age of a wolf and a tiger, where are you old?" the tongue-pulling ghost was about to walk away, "The old lady likes to fall in love freely, but she doesn't like to snatch love with a knife!"

"I think I'm only eighteen years old, and I still want to talk to a handsome guy ten times and eight times, where is the old age?"

The crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang smiled, and said to the stunned bloated ghost: "Beauty, please stay away, I have something to say to my daughter and son-in-law." ”

"Call me a beauty? Nine times out of ten, those who call me 'beauty' are also handsome guys and heroes - only real handsome guys and heroes know what a real beauty is. The bulging ghost was full of joy, muttering to himself, shaking his fat body, and chased after the three "old goods" who had avoided suspicion in advance, and his footsteps were clanging, like an elephant running.

What does the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang want to say?