The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was frustrated again and again, and the grass of inferiority complex in his heart grew secretly, and he became invisible, looking at the dog on the roof listlessly, and his heart fluctuated.

What am I? I was an incompetent, a loser, a pauper, an old bachelor...... Failure to be a human being, still failure to be a ghost.

Prompted by an inferiority complex, what the poor ghost thinks and thinks is all his dark side and shortcomings, and his spirit is declining, and he naturally tightens his neck.

Forget it, these beasts have been controlled by the masters, what can an ordinary little imp do to them?

Three million, you can easily get three million Stygian coins? Don't be whimsical.

Am I an ordinary ghost?

What is three million Stygian coins, isn't there already four million in my passbook?

The poor ghost was not convinced.

Ordinary and ordinary, dare to fill the old man of Hades on the Senluo Palace?

Ordinary and ordinary, can you give the intestine pumping ghost Meng Haodong a hard time? Can you beat such a series of evil ghosts and run away?

No, Lao Tzu is not a loser!

No, the failure of the past life does not represent the experience of this life!

Lao Tzu, this is just a temporary setback, not a failure, and it will be a success eventually.

The poor dead man cheered himself up, and he seemed to be alive again.

Some cows, some horses, some dogs, don't add up to just a bunch of animals, can you still give in to them?

So the frustration is just an improper method.

I've already taken two dogs, so I'm sure I'll be able to get them all gone.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng patted his chest and seriously thought of a new way to deal with it.

These pestilence dogs are not afraid of lions or tigers, so what do they like? Both humans and ghosts have shortcomings, and some round-haired beasts will be perfect and flawless?

Hmph, wolves can't change their ability to eat sheep, and dogs can't change their ability to eat - don't look at those dogs who are handsome and chic, a dog talent, their favorites are just Erer, low-level.

It's too disgusting to make, and it will damage the ghost image of this handsome guy, so let's call pure literature - replace with meat.

The poor ghost was overjoyed, grabbed a piece of wood and shook it three times in the wind, and the wood suddenly turned into a fresh and lovely, not fat or thin pork belly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva himself.

"Little dogs, I invite you to eat pork belly, you're welcome, just gobble it up!"

The poor dead ghost picked up a wooden stick and picked it up, keeping a distance of two zhang away, and shook it in front of the eyes of the big dogs, handsome guys, and beautiful dogs on the roof of the shed.

"Come on, come and grab it! There's not a lot of meat, whoever grabs it first will be able to feast on it!"

The poor dead man muttered in his mouth, and his heart was thinking about it with pleasure.

As long as the dogs rush up and forget that they were born in a well-known country of etiquette, there will be a good show to watch, and eight or nine times out of ten, they will fall from the roof of the shed, and seven or eight times out of ten, the spell attached to the secret place of the belly will be removed—the spell attached to the fur will not be very secure.

The poor ghost himself drooled greedily and beckoned to the dogs, but the dogs turned a blind eye and did not hear them, except to stare condescendingly at the door of the shed, and to ignore everything.

Although the dog is greedy, it has been manipulated by the spell and has become a little less like a dog.

"Brute! brute who doesn't understand human nature!"

The poor ghost was so angry that he threw the "pork belly" casually, stared at the wood chips that had been turned back from the "pork belly", and scratched his sideburns hatefully.

"The dog doesn't get hit, those cows don't necessarily get hit, you might as well deal with the pure guys who are good to deal with first!"

What do cows love?

Big cows and horses, in this season when the autumn light is getting farther away, for the green and tender grass, I will never forget it, and I will love it deeply.

The poor ghost bent down and grabbed two handfuls of scorched weeds, and shook them three times in a row, and they turned into green grass.

"Let's eat grass! No more, no more, no more! If you don't fight for it, you'll regret it!"

The poor ghost concocted the same method, hid his body, and shook the "green grass" unhurriedly within the range that the big cow and horse could see clearly and feel that they could eat.

As long as the cattle and horses are fighting, you can lure them away from the construction site, you can let them tease a little more, and you can shake off some charms more or less.

The idea was good, but the workers in the shack were amazed at the swaying grass, and the big cows and horses seemed to see nothing, and instead of the poor dead man had imagined, they rushed up to fight for it, and they didn't even move their bodies.

"Alas, incorrigible, incredible, brutes are brutes!"

The poor dead man sighed in vain, scratched his head again, and threw away the "green grass" that was thrown away turned into yellow grass and fell in all directions, and the workers saw it in the cracks of the door or the wall, and they were puzzled.

Chromophobia, human preference, ghost preference, I don't believe that these beasts don't like it.

In the long history of 5,000 years, the "beauty trick" has long been used, but history has not left a deep memory on many people.

Human beings will use "beauty tricks", and the underworld will use "beauty ghost tricks", why can't they use "beautiful cow tricks", "beautiful horse tricks" and "beautiful dog tricks" to treat these round-haired animals?

The poor dead ghost wants to be reasonable, like seeing the sun through the clouds, needless to say that he can be happy.

However, the thoughtful man is worried, and the joy in the heart of the poor dead soon disappears.

Alas, when dealing with animals, you have to compare your heart with your heart and treat yourself as an animal.

This time, even if he made a lot of money, he also paid a huge price - reducing the dignity of the first handsome guy in Yuhuang Village.

Alas, those who do big things can't stick to the minutiae.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was aggrieved in an instant, and turned into a young and beautiful, beautiful young cow, outside the safety range, shaking his plump buttocks lightly, and teasing with soft words that only cows can understand: "Handsome guys, come with me......!

While swaying, he walked to the countryside outside the shed, and his heart was happy, as if he had drunk honey water.

After walking for a while, and not hearing the slightest sound of footsteps, the "young cow" looked back and couldn't help but be dumbfounded—the other healthy cows didn't move at all, and even the oldest, ugliest, and most faceless leprosy cow with a hair on its back was about to lose its hair, and didn't even look at "her".

"Alas, a beast is a beast, and if you have eyes and don't know gold and jade, then you can't do it!"

The poor man was disheartened, and the "young cow" disappeared.

Alas, cows are not sensitive enough to beauty, and stallions and dogs will not be so insensitive, will they?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng fought hard, changed into a mare again, and changed into a female dog again, looking amorous, affectionate, and flattering, but as a result, it was still a failure, and those stallions and male dogs all became respected and righteous gentlemen, and they didn't look at him.

"It's over, it's a day to be planted at home! I'm not convinced by the defeat of some brutes! Three million, my dear three million coins, that's it?"

The poor ghost was furious, and punched himself three times in the chest, and gave himself three crisp slaps on the left and right cheeks.

"Mao Changsheng, are you so useless? You can level a lot of beautiful women and ghosts, but you can't balance these round-haired beasts with four legs and one tail?"

The poor dead man had nothing to do, and he yelled and screamed.

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! I shouldn't lose to these brutes! I can't lose three million coins to these brutes!"

After a toss, the sun has risen in the east, and under the golden light, the entire workers' accommodation seems even more strange and unpredictable.

At this time, the other ghosts have long been hidden, lurking and dare not show their heads.

The poor ghost felt a little sad in his heart, pinched the firecracker in his trouser pocket, shook his head again, and said to himself: "My 'evil ghost scattering' is for dealing with evil ghosts, not for these beasts. Although these brutes are against me, they are not extremely vicious, and they would rather not earn this money, and Lao Tzu does not want to hurt them. These beasts have thick skins and thick meat, and they are not afraid of firecrackers, but their eyes are weak, and they hurt their eyes. ”

When I thought about this, there was a sudden sound of chirping and laughter from the higher part behind me.

"Laughing at Lao Tzu's incompetence?" the poor ghost was furious and turned his head suddenly, "Lao Tzu is carrying beans and not frying in a pot, who wants to tease me and provoke me, it is just the right time." There is a kind, let Lao Tzu come over. Lao Tzu can't fight these folks, are you still afraid of outsiders?"