Listening to the statement of the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng showed a wry smile.

On the one hand, Mao Changsheng was surprised and couldn't help laughing at what happened to the hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao.

On the other hand, Mao Changsheng felt deep guilt for the two female ghosts who had been violated by cheap hands.

If it weren't for the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang, would a few female ghosts follow him to the psychedelic land of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng?

If just a female ghost didn't follow, how could Ma Mengyao and Sha Jishan be burned by the hellfire of the volcanic ghost Iron Golden Dragon?

If the arms of the two female ghosts were not burned, how could they reconnect the arms of the iron golden dragon?

If you don't connect the arm of the iron golden dragon, how can you end up with too much trouble and suffering?

All in all, they were all affected by his poor ghost Mao Changsheng.

The male ghost is involved in the male ghost, and it shouldn't be, let alone the female ghost who cares more or less about him?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng turned around nine times, and unconsciously showed a depressed expression, but on his lips, he looked very tough: "Hell reincarnation, fate, let them enjoy the blessings first, and then pay attention to them when they finish the urgent and important things - masochism has become a habit, once they are no longer abused, they may not be used to it." ”

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu was very smart, quietly looked at Mao Changsheng's face, and listened to Mao Changsheng's words quietly, obviously seeing through his thoughts, knowing that he was duplicitous and hard-hearted, and he didn't break it, and echoed and said: "That kind of thing, if you want to solve it, you really can't rush it for a while." Let's talk about the excavator digging your ancestral grave!"

"Yes, that's what matters most. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng became urgent, "What the hell is going on?"

So, the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu looked at the clouds and told another story-

Cui Hua, a cheap hand, has made the four female ghosts anxious, but when the ghost was depressed, two old ghosts appeared in front of them.

The two old ghosts can be seen at a glance to be an old husband and wife.

The old male ghost wears a cotton hat on his head, a cardigan with five different kinds of buttons on his upper body, a pair of black light grass velvet crotch pants on his lower body, and a pair of black cotton shoes on his feet, his beard and sideburns around his ears are gray, only his eyebrows are black, and when he sees the four young female ghosts, he blinks his eyes again and again, and twitches his nose from time to time, wanting to say something, but he doesn't say anything.

Obviously, this is an old male ghost who is very bad at dealing with young female ghosts.

And the old female ghost, with a big handkerchief wrapped around her head, wearing a black gown on her upper body, a sky-blue full skirt waist tied on the outside of the gown, a pair of black thin cotton pants on her lower body, and a pair of handmade black cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles on her feet, after seeing the four young female ghosts, rubbed her tearful eyes, and said with a sad face: "Girls, have you seen my son?"

Sha Jishan shouted dissatisfiedly: "Go, go, we're annoyed enough, you old ghost woman is still bothering, you sincerely want to annoy us, aren't you?"

Ma Mengyao also reprimanded: "I'm not your daughter-in-law, not your daughter-in-law's mother, who knows where your son is fooling around? If you don't leave, don't blame me for not respecting the old and loving the young!"

The old man moved his lips and urged: "Old woman, people are impatient to talk to us, be more interesting, let's go!"

"Alas, you can't be poor, you can't be old!" the old female ghost sighed, and the old tears flowed, "Mao Changsheng, Mao Changsheng, son, son, I heard that you have recently become a rich ghost, but where are you? Your father and mother don't even have tea money, you don't care about it, and thunder hits you." And also...... Also, those who drive big excavators are going to dig your ancestral grave, we are old and frail, and our ghost power is limited, so we can't stop it......"

When the four female ghosts heard the words "Mao Changsheng", they immediately surrounded them and asked in a gossipy manner-

"What the hell is Mao Changsheng you?"

"What the hell are you from Mao Changsheng?"

"Old thing, what is your relationship with Mao Changsheng?"

"Oh, this aunt, this uncle, are you Mao Changsheng's parents?"

When asked like this, the male old ghost was ready to explain, but the female old ghost changed her pitiful state and became angry: "The old lady asked you, and you answered impatiently one by one. Old man, let's ask those women from good families, don't ask these weird-looking sluts!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man's hand was pulled, and with a "whoosh" sound, it was like a meteor flying by, and the two old ghosts were so agile that they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, the four hellish spicy goods, after being robbed, looked at each other, and then felt extremely ridiculous, and actually laughed out loud.

Hearing this, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng also smiled and said, "Those two old ghosts are indeed my parents—my father has that temper, and my mother has that temper. ”

Cao Jinzhu smiled with a flickering gaze and said, "With such a powerful mother, you have to be a bachelor, right?"

"It's usually because my mother has a bad temper, and half because I'm too demanding, I'm not perfect, but I'm the perfect follower – and that's why I'm a perfectionist sacrifice. Mao Changsheng smiled bitterly, looked back suddenly, and suddenly had a kind of enlightenment, and asked, "What happened later?"

Cao Jinzhu, the steamer ghost, said solemnly: "After the four female ghosts laughed enough, some proposed to chase the old ghost, and some objected, thinking that if they chased the old ghost couple, they might not be able to ask the result...... After expressing their opinions and arguing, they finally decided: The matter is urgent, go to Mao Changsheng, the handsome guy first. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng scratched his scalp violently, confused and uneasy, and said as he turned: "Alas, you are messing around, looking for things from east to west, they are tired of searching, and they are impatient to look for it again, so they will hand over the task to you...... You are affectionate and righteous, but I ...... But I really don't know where my ancestral grave is! I'm really a fucking unfilial son, a waste of dim sum......"

"Brother Mao, don't feel sorry for yourself," the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu comforted, "Let's go to Yuhuang Village to patrol along the side of the mountain, see where there are excavators, where there are old graves, and ask again, we can always find some signs." ”

"That's it!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng became energetic, "I will definitely thank you again for solving the matter of my ancestral grave." ”

"You won't promise each other personally, will you?" Cao Jinzhu grinned.

"That's hard to say. The poor dead replied casually, seriously, but his eyes were cast into the distance.

Two yin winds, as fast as sparks, swirled on the edge of the mountains and forests around Yuhuang Village, and the targets were one after another.