The poor ghost watched the young couple who were in love with each other leave in a hurry, and was a little sad, standing on the mahjong machine, looking demented and sluggish, and his mind did not belong.

Alas, it is better to die under the flowers, and it is also romantic to be a ghost, but it is a pity that no flower allows a poor ghost to die at her feet!

At this time, among the remaining four gamblers, a middle-aged man in a white suit, dressed fashionably, and easily gaining the favor of women, quietly bent down and retreated into the corner.

In the corner was a shelf made of wooden planks and wooden strips, scattered with electric light wires, cow sockets, induction cookers, electric woks, rice cookers, pots and pans, and a bamboo pressing board that was extremely hard for cutting board—on which was placed an unusually sharp stainless steel kitchen knife, which glowed coldly in the light.

The middle-aged man smiled sinisterly, gently grabbed the kitchen knife in his hand, squeezed the handle of the knife hard, and then tiptoed to the poor ghost like a cat, thinking hatefully in his heart: "It doesn't matter if your mother is a human or a ghost, as long as you can see you, a knife will slash you, even if you can't kill you, it will scare you into running away." Ghosts are afraid of the wicked, aren't they?"

The poor ghost is still in the "youthful stupidity" that has become untimely, and it seems that he has forgotten the purpose of coming to Jade Emperor Village, and he has also forgotten where he is.

The opportunity must not be lost, and the middle-aged man Huo Ran straightened his bent waist, exerted all his strength, and slashed at the right rib of the poor ghost with a knife.

The poor dead ghost stood with his back to the middle-aged man, which seemed too tall, otherwise the middle-aged man's knife would definitely cut the neck of the poor dead ghost.

The knife slashed at the right rib of the poor ghost, and the poor ghost's ribs, back vertebrae, and long hair that covered his nakedness were suddenly separated in an uproar.

Good sharp knife, good arm strength.

However, everything that was split from the poor ghost's body was instantly closed again, and the knife that had been slashed was like drawing a knife to cut off water, as if chasing after the wind and shadows, and it did not play any role at all.

And the middle-aged man who suddenly attacked was shocked.

That knife obviously hit the poor dead ghost, but it turned out to be deeply cut into his left ribs, and a kitchen knife about ten centimeters wide was buried in his body - cut his ribs and cut into his internal organs.

The poor ghost barely moved, his body turned around, and he let out a deafening laugh in front of the middle-aged man with his mouth wide open.

The three gamblers, who didn't dare to act rashly, were about to go crazy with fear when they heard such laughter.

The poor ghost laughed and clapped his hands, leaning forward and leaning back, swaying left and right, and was unprecedentedly happy.

The middle-aged man was still clenching the handle of the kitchen knife, trembling in panic, not knowing whether it was better to pull out the kitchen knife or continue to stay in his body, looking down at the blood that could not stop dripping down, and then raised his head and looked at the poor ghost with a look of horror and pity that was completely lacking in fighting spirit.

After the poor ghost had laughed enough, he suddenly fell silent.

The laughter seems to be still spreading, spreading the hollow brick mahjong casino, spreading all over Yuhuang Village, and then to the mountains and rivers around the village, deep ravines, and then to the vast wilderness.

"It's time to tell your story. ”

The poor dead ghost jumped off the mahjong table, picked up a "ninety thousand", and said gloomily while wiping the sweat on the middle-aged man's face and forehead with a mahjong piece.

"You've always liked to kill people and kill people, and now you still want to kill ghosts?

"A beast like you should have died 10,000 times, but it's a super strange thing that you've survived until now.

"When dealing with people, you seem to be very open-minded, and you are always around, but when you meet a real ghost, you will be unlucky.

"Without further ado, tell your story, tell it yourself, time is money - I'm still busy making a fortune, you'd better make a long story short, so as not to suffer more living sin that life is worse than death. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to give in, and said obediently: "I am from another province, I sold a child, got 100,000 yuan, was chased by the police, and fled to this village in Yunnan, found a local girl, and settled down...... I shouldn't have trafficked children, now that I'm guilty, please spare my life with this mysterious hero!"

The poor ghost's eyes widened, and he laughed again, then shook his head and sighed again and again.

The middle-aged man looked even more panicked, and more blood was gathered on the ground.

"You're used to lying to people, and you're lying to ghosts too?"

The poor ghost sneered.

"You lie to your mom and dad, lie to your friends, lie to your wife, lie to anyone you get along with, and lying has become your daily routine, and it has become your specialty.

"Now, even lie to a ghost? Do you call me a hero? I'm not a hero, just a poor ghost, I can't do big things, I can only take care of a little idle things. Your story, I'll tell you for you. ”

The middle-aged man's blood was bleeding more and more, and his face was getting paler and paler.

The poor dead ghost wiped the corners of his eyes, and said with a solemn expression:

"You are gifted and intelligent, you were almost a genius when you were young, and others praised you for your intelligence, so you thought very highly of yourself and went astray step by step.

"You graduated from junior high school and were admitted to an agricultural vocational school, and your future is bright, but on the eve of graduation, you were expelled from the school.

"The teacher on duty checked the night, and you were in the dormitory bed with a girl all over the place - it's no wonder that such a morally corrupt student is not expelled.

"After the expulsion, you lost face and wandered in society, bent on revenge against the principal who fired you, but then you had a fox friend and began to pursue ill-gotten gains.

"After one of the accomplices was killed by the rebels in a robbery, you became a little frightened and started another ingenious crime - trafficking in human organs.

"You bought a second-hand refrigerated truck, and you were running around selling bits and pieces such as twist flowers, chicken feet, and rice balls, taking the opportunity to steal minors who were alone or poorly supervised.

"You smuggled six minors and sold their organs, and your brutal methods are heinous, so you don't need to go into details.

"Thou art a treacherous man, and the punisher has just set his sights on thee, but thou hast taken with you nearly a million dollars, far from the land of crime, to this far away village, and with some clever words, and in the midst of deceit, you have taken the prettiest girl in the village as your wife...... Do you think there's anything else I'm saying that's false?"

The middle-aged man's face originally looked desperate, but at this time, he showed a smug and sinister look, suddenly smiled, and said, "What you said is all the truth, you know my past well, it's really amazing." However, my pursuit is to be a hero in life and a ghost in death......"

In the end, he pulled out a kitchen knife and slashed at the major artery in his neck.

With a "bang", the sharp knife edge slashed on a mahjong engraved with "90,000", and the mahjong was chopped, but the skin on the neck was not damaged.

"Do you want to kill yourself as a hero?"

The poor ghost sneered, and the mahjong piece that the ghost claw was holding was gone—scattered from the middle-aged man's neck to the ground.

"You deliberately didn't use your ghost power just now, you can still do things according to your own ideas, and from now on, you have to listen to my golden words. ”

At the same time, with a "bang", many intestines of the middle-aged man slipped from the * that he had cut open by himself and slid to the ground.

The poor dead ghost spat out a soak of saliva and said, "You teamed up with those mercenary, wolf-hearted doctors to take the internal and external organs of those unfortunate people, and you didn't expect that you would have today, right?

When the words fell, the middle-aged man acted calmly-

A knife on the left, a knife on the right, cut the pig's ears in general, cut off their two ears, and respectfully put it on the mahjong machine.

"Yes, some craftsmanship. The poor ghost praised, and floated down to another mahjong machine far away from the blood.

The middle-aged man nodded, seemed to be quite satisfied with his craft, and vertically cut open the clothes and belly from the heart socket to the lower abdomen, stretched his hands into the abdominal cavity for a while, touched and tore, and got one of his hearts and two kidneys out, and put them on the mahjong machine respectfully.

Those fathers, mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers who have lost their children are happy to see you like this. The poor ghost said sadly, "What are you doing with those eyes, just because you have eyes that have mistaken yourself and others?"

As soon as he heard this, the middle-aged man parted his hands, inserted his fingers into his eye sockets, and in the blink of an eye, he got his two eyeballs out, and his attitude was still very respectful, and he wanted to put it on the mahjong machine, but he didn't have eyes to see things, and when he let it go, he fell to the ground, and his whole body trembled uneasily.

"You're done with your job, and you can die completely. The poor ghost waved his hand in the void.

The middle-aged man fell down and died of exhaustion.