When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng scissors ghost Mei Yixiang entered the county seat, it was already late at night, but the lights in the city were still brilliant in many places.

In the barbecue city, the aroma is fragrant, the wine is fragrant, those meaty and interesting polite words are still ringing, and the wine bags and rice bags that are full of wine and food, knowing that they should leave, are reluctant to leave, and they are also laughing with those women or half-old who sell barbecue, pulling and pulling.

Such a place is a place where ghosts can eat whatever they want, drink whatever they want, and enjoy themselves without paying a penny without causing any trouble.

Why is this so? Because the ghosts of the underworld only enjoy that breath, the real thing, enjoyed by man, and will be in short supply at all.

The poor ghost and the scissorghost were a little tired, but after enjoying the free night meal, they soon became energetic and their ghost power increased greatly.

Scissors Ghost doesn't like the smoky barbecue city, but the poor ghost likes it, so he went hard, and after going once, he actually had some nostalgia and fantasized about coming a second time.

There is a lot of yang energy, scissors ghosts are scared, more or less, some of the taste of dodging, but the poor ghosts, but there is no feeling of fear, they are simply at home.

If there is nothing important to deal with urgently, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng really wants to take three days and three nights there, and he really wants to be as hungry as those people, and use those hormone-filled meat to urge himself out of a big oily belly.

However, if you have something to do, you have to leave—to make a difference, you have to give up many pleasures, you have to do something, and you have to do something.

When the poor ghost left, he was a little drunk, and looking at the red and white face of the scissor ghost, he really wanted to take a bite - even if he couldn't bite, the kiss was a lot of fun.

As for the scissors ghost, he is also a little affectionate, and he seems to want to curl up in the arms of the poor ghost and sleep carefree.

However, the two ghosts did not enjoy each other's tenderness according to their temperament, and floated straight out of the city and landed in the compound in front of the suburban immigration area.

As soon as the two ghosts landed, a black shadow swooped down from the window on the third floor with the sound of the "whirring" wind.

Obviously, this is another suicide by jumping off a building.

"Ah, if you want to jump off the building, you should jump early, why do you want to jump at this time?

The poor ghost grumbled, waving at the thick sponge mat under the eaves.

Two heavy sponge mats flew up, overlapping each other, more than a foot thick - this is the kind used by athletes for high jumps, and the quality can be considered second-rate, if not first-rate, because human life is at stake, and there is not much counterfeiting and shoddy.

These mats were sent by the police, and some were placed at intervals under the eaves, a total of no less than thirty pieces - a lesson from the past, just for the critical moment, to save some people who jumped off the building to commit suicide - no one cared about the fundamental psychological problems, but these superficial jobs were still in place.

The jumper fell, and the speed of the fall was amazing, but in the eyes of the ghost, it was as slow as goose feathers falling in the wind.

The jumper was about to hit his head on the ground, and the poor ghost gently helped him turn over, and the first part to land turned into a fat buttocks.

No, not on the concrete yard floor, but on a thick sponge mat.

"Ouch, my mother!" the jumper landed on the sponge mat, bounced, and was unharmed, but he was so thrilled that he couldn't get up for a long time.

"Why are you looking for a short meeting?" asked Scissorghost as he leaned closer.

"There is no point in my life, what can I do if I don't die?" shouted the jumper angrily, "Who told you to save me? If you can save me once, but you can't save it twice, I must die." ”

The jumper didn't know that he was talking to a ghost, but what he saw in his eyes were two young people.

The poor ghost approached the jumper and shouted in amazement: "You turned out to be Shen Wanyou, my third brother-in-law!"

The person who jumped off the building, the old man who was nearly sixty years old and had an obscene appearance, immediately screamed in a voice: "Who are you? How do you know that my name is Shen Wanyou? Why do you call me the third brother-in-law?"

The scissors ghost looked at the poor ghost in amazement, and the poor ghost was heartbroken, and said angrily: "You asked a good question! Mao Changsheng, do you remember? His third sister is your daughter-in-law, who helped you give birth to three sons and a girl." But what do you do with your brother-in-law? You are stingy, you don't pluck a hair, Mao Changsheng is seriously ill and asks his third sister for some cold medicine, you are not allowed to give it; the third sister wants to steal some pig's head meat for Mao Changsheng for the New Year, and you lock the third sister in the house...... Before Mao Changsheng was alive, he didn't get any benefits from you, but after he died, you spent two hundred yuan to bury him indiscriminately, and then took possession of his twenty-five acres of land......"

"Isn't Mao Changsheng dead?" Shen Wanyou exclaimed, "Who are you?

"I'm a ghost. The poor ghost said coldly, "People die and become ghosts, you don't even know this? I am the ghost of Mao Changsheng." I can't find you when I look for you, but I did, so we should settle the old score!"

"I-" Shen Wanyou squirted at the poor ghost, "Mao Changsheng, Lao Tzu doesn't take you in his eyes when you live, you die and become a ghost, Lao Tzu doesn't take you in his eyes." There is a kind, you kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't want to live longer anyway. lost the turbulence and the house, and the son went out to work for a long time and there was no news, and your third sister had a cerebral neurasthenia, and she couldn't do laundry and cooking, didn't Lao Tzu have to be a cow or a horse to live......"

The poor ghost avoided the spittle and fell silent in agony.

Shen Wanyou encountered such a tragic incident? Is this true? Shen Wanyou has always been tricky and weird, that sentence is true, and that sentence is false?

Scissor Ghost stood quietly beside the poor ghost, gently patting him on the shoulder, expressing comfort in a ghostly way.

"I want to settle old accounts with Lao Tzu, and I'll talk about it when Lao Tzu becomes a ghost!" Shen Wanyou struggled to stand up, trembling and climbed up to the fourth floor, climbed up the guardrail of the stairs with all his might, and jumped downstairs with a more fierce posture.

The place where his body fell from the stairs was at least three feet away from where the poor dead man stood—the old man was intent on death.

The poor ghost raised his head sharply and said hatefully, "I want to die, it's not so cheap!"

As the words fell, he waved his hand and let the sponge of the two heavy cushions fly over.

Scissor Ghost also waved his hand to help, waving two sponge mats over, making the mats overlap thicker.

Shen Wanyou fell on the mat, comfortable and unscathed.

"Who told you to save Lao Tzu?" Shen Wanyou shouted, "Lao Tzu will not accept your love." Mao Changsheng, a prodigal son, was a poor bastard before his death, and he couldn't even find a daughter-in-law, and he was still a prodigal poor bastard after his death, and he wouldn't find a daughter-in-law's ......"

The scissors ghost laughed out loud, shook two thick piles of dark coins, and said happily: "Look at it, this is the pocket money that your brother-in-law Mao Changsheng gave me! Look, am I beautiful? I am your brother-in-law Mao Changsheng's fiancée!"

The poor ghost was fascinated and looked at the scissor ghost in a daze.

Shen Wanyou also stared at the scissors ghost and muttered to himself: "Is this true? Mao Changsheng made a fortune? Such a beautiful woman like a flower and jade would like the loser Mao Changsheng?"

"This time, that time, do you know?" the poor dead ghost approached Shen Wanyou, his face was no longer angry, full of joy and happiness, and said faintly, "I have figured it out, I don't hold a grudge against you, everything in the past can be written off, and when the time comes, Lord Hades will judge you carefully." Thank you for being so stingy, so ruthless, so ruthless, and so ruthless, for letting me die earlier and find my happiness earlier! You can't die, if you want to die, you have to wait until my third sister dies before dying. Take good care of my third sister, if the policy changes, heaven and earth can be compensated, you have dozens of acres of land, you will naturally get a lot of money and become a rich man. ”

When Shen Wanyi heard this, his face showed joy, he raised his head proudly, turned over and got off the sponge cushion, and walked energetically towards the housing assigned to him, while constantly whispering: "Yes, I can't die, maybe I can make a fortune and get rich......"

"No, you must die soon!" Suddenly, a young figure with a procrastination and a sad face appeared in front of Shen Wanyou, and taught in a pessimistic, desperate, cold and dead tone, "Your children don't want you anymore, your wife has become a waste, you are old and sick, you have rheumatism, hemorrhoids, and leaky hernia...... There's no need for you to live anymore, you're just surviving and suffering......"

Hearing this, Shen Wanyou was like a ball deflated, immediately shrunk and became smaller, older, and sat on the ground weakly, tears rolling down, and a desperate death appeared on his face.

"Oh, the sorrowful ghost Qi Youtian, are you brainwashing people here?" The figure of the poor dead ghost moved, and he had already stood in front of Shen Wanyou, "There are constantly people here who are committing suicide in pessimism and despair, it turns out that you are secretly doing it?"

"What if it's me?" said the Grimider, who seemed unconcerned, "that all the people here are dead, and that I have completed the task that my master has given me." If the people here are dead, it will inevitably cause an uproar, the resort can't be repaired, the nineteenth layer of hell can't be cultivated, and the depression after my master's failure to win the bid will naturally come out. ”

"Who is your master?" asked the poor ghost sharply, his hands in his trouser pockets, and he had already squeezed two firecrackers, "You are ready to disappear in three seconds, and never come again, otherwise you will be wiped out, and you will not even be a ghost!"

"I'm so afraid, so ......afraid," cried the melancholy ghost, and retreated as if to run away, but had no intention of running away, but was only making fun of the poor ghost, "who is my master? ”

"Go elsewhere and fan the flames!" the scissors ghost said indifferently, and the two fingers had already led the mind to scissors.

Two gloomy rays of light flashed staggered, and the sorrowful ghost had been cut off by the waist, and became two half ghosts.

The sorrowful ghost screamed, grabbed the severed lower half of his body with both hands, and disappeared suddenly.

The poor ghost sighed, and the dark luck ghost power made Shen Wanyou stand up.

"Take care of your wife, you will become a rich man!" the poor ghost urged, "Young husband and wife, you must accompany my third sister to the day when he dies." ”

"Yes!" Shen Wanyou was strong again, "I will take care of her." However, when I became rich and rich, I had to find a woman to be my wife. ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng nodded and said: "As long as the old horse can still gnaw on the tender grass, even if the mountains are full of wild gnaws! After my third sister dies, you find three more beautiful women to be wives, and I will not object at all!"

Thinking that there would be brilliant dreams in the future, Shen Wanyou walked away with his head held high, as if he was more than forty years younger all of a sudden.

The scissor ghost smiled at the poor ghost, and then tightened his hands.

At this moment, an old woman's cry came from the fifth floor: "I don't want to live anymore, who can borrow me a rope to hang myself?"

The sound of this sound in the silent night seemed strange and thrilling.