The police car started, the bus started, but the sirens no longer sounded.

When the ice ghost king Baishi swept past the police car, he was full of disgust, and spat at the siren of each police car, and the spit turned into ice balls at the exit, as if a bullet had hit the vital point of the siren.

Fortunately, no villager has been frozen to death by the cold.

Isn't it a good thing that the sirens are no longer blazing?

The poor ghosts, tongue-pulling ghosts, swelling ghosts, and intestinal ghosts, less uncomfortable, stood quietly on the roof of the bus together.

Among the four ghosts, Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, has the greatest courage, so he naturally doesn't care, and he is good at talking, and the four ghosts have formed an alliance.

The tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao and the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei, although they stayed together, they looked like they were separated, because they both felt that the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was a strange thing to live in, and they wanted to stand alone.

The poor ghost has no feelings of love for the inflated ghost, but he unconsciously has some good feelings, so he is much more polite.

The Bloated Ghost uses the Poor Dead Ghost as a tool, and the Poor Ghost knows it, but is still full of gratitude.

In the world, there has never been a woman, even a woman who is extremely ugly, who has worked hard for his longevity.

With the grace of saving lives, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng will never be rejected, let alone ungrateful - gratitude has always been the heavy burden of the poor, and it has always been the last wealth of the poor.

Seeing that Mao Changsheng had some good feelings for the swelling ghost, the tongue-pulling ghost smiled charmingly, his hand shook, and a bulging black food bag appeared in his hand, and he said softly: "Handsome brother, guess what: what good things did I buy you?"

The poor ghost happily said, "I can't guess. When did you go out on the street? There is something delicious, take it out and enjoy it!"

The tongue puller shook the food bag and said, "I went first, but I was thinking about you, so I took the time to go to the nearby rural ghost market and bought you a high-end suit." Put it on, don't be sorry for yourself!"

Say, flew out of the black grocery bag.

"What a virtuous beauty!" said the inflated ghost with a sneer, "How high-end can a suit packed in a black grocery bag be?

Pulling out his tongue and grimacing, he reprimanded: "What is your business? Shut up your anus!"

The poor ghost took the food bag, and inside was a set of khaki tunic suits, which were indeed sold in the twenty-nine-dollar store.

"I'm not saying the wrong thing, am I?" said the bloat, smirking.

The tongue-pulling ghost blushed, and then turned white, and he couldn't wait to give the swelling ghost two slaps.

But the poor ghost burst into tears, and said with infinite expression: "You are so good to me! Thank you! When I was in the world, no beautiful woman ever bought something for me for a dollar, and you spent so much ......."

The swelling ghost was dumbfounded.

The tongue puller was also dumbfounded.

And the gut-pumping ghost, who seemed to be smiling instead of smiling, looked at the poor ghost with a compassionate expression.

The poor ghost threw his shirt and pants into the air, and slid into it—in less than three seconds, he was now dressed.

Dressed in the same costumes that were fashionable two thousand years ago, the poor man feels like a prince—the most handsome prince in the world.

It's not the truth that matters, the important thing is the feeling that you feel important, but this feeling is the same.

The two female ghosts kept sending autumn waves to the poor ghosts, and the poor ghosts pretended to be manly husbands who did not get carried away about their children's private affairs, and their faces looked calm and quiet, but their hearts had already blossomed.

"Brother has a lot of peach blossom luck this year, congratulations!" the gut-pumping ghost congratulated the poor ghost, but he sneered in his heart, "The two female ghosts want to knock the bones and suck the marrow of this poor brother, this poor brother is in danger and does not know it, I am really worried that one day I will not be able to even make a ghost." For the safety of the poor ghost brothers, when the time comes, I will definitely eradicate these two sluts. ”

The two female ghosts compete for favor and jealousy, and they keep bickering, and the poor ghost first feels a little fresh, a little cute, and listens with relish, and from time to time also helps a few words, gradually, I feel more and more upset, I just want to go crazy, so I strode to the side of the intestine pumper.

"Boss, what's the matter with that ice ghost?" the poor ghost asked, "How did you get involved with my long-tongued baby?"

The gut-pumping ghost raised his hand and swiped the void, lit a thick cigar, handed it to the poor ghost, and lit a cigar in the same way, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, while talking about the ice ghost king Baishi-

Wang Baishi's father was a primary school teacher, and he was obsessed with gambling in addition to teaching, and he gambled wherever he went, taking Wang Baishi with him.

Wang Baishi was only two months old since he was born, and because his mother was sick and too busy to take care of himself, he was carried by his father to participate in gambling - his father gambled all night and held him all night.

Wang Baishi grew up breathing nicotine, and also grew up listening to the sound of poker flying and the collision of mahjong, and rarely slept once when he was young.

My father was obsessed with gambling, and Wang Baishi was also obsessed with gambling - it was a boundless sea of suffering, and it was also a battlefield where there would never be peace, as long as you gave up, you would always be a loser, and as long as you never gave up, you would have the opportunity to make a comeback and make a comeback.

Wang Baishi originally gambled with his little companions on cards, cents, marbles, matches, and fruits.

Later, Wang Baishi concentrated on gambling and only gambled.

With no money to gamble, Wang Baishi turned on his brain, and then he was invincible: he sold the new shoes that his mother bought for him, and stole and sold the family's corn, rice, pork, chicken, duck and other things that could be sold......

When he was stared at and had nothing to sell, he borrowed money to gamble and gamble with usury...... Before finishing elementary school, I hurriedly entered the big dye vat called "society" and gambled vigorously.

Wang Baishi has won, has several houses, several cars, more than ten wives, and more than ten children.

Wang Baishi has also lost, chopped off his finger after losing a gamble, sold a kidney in order to repay the gambling account, and abducted and sold those ignorant, naïve, and ignorant women.

In the end, at the age of thirty, Wang Baishi died in a desolate garbage dump, and not a single bone in his body was intact.

In order to repay the loan shark, Wang Baishi sold all the houses, cars, land, children, and several secret wives who were most loyal to him......

Wang Baishi became obsessed with gambling at the age of five, and died at the age of 30, gambling for 25 years.

After Wang Baishi's death, he was dragged to the underworld by the ghost envoy, and was finally thrown into the ice hell after being tried and decided by the king of Hades.

Ice Hell, also known as Iceberg Prison, is surrounded by mountains, and everywhere is covered with ice and snow that has not melted for hundreds of millions of years, a big day with a dustpan, no blue, no sun, moon and stars, forever dark clouds, forever stirring up the sky and snow, those who are ruthless, unrighteous, selfish and indifferent, and mercenary, are stripped naked and thrown in the middle, starving and freezing all year round, trembling and wailing, and cannot be overborn.

Wang Baishi entered the cold ice hell, not only did he complain about the heavens and people, did not respond to the earth-shattering wail, but felt at home, and actually bewitched the public inside, and hyped up the gambler's outlook on life: "Don't eat or gamble, I'm sorry for my parents and ancestors!"

Wang Baishi's performance was outstanding, and after the chief of the Ice Hell observed and silently observed, he was determined to be an unprecedented sinister and cunning, hard-hearted genius among ghosts, so he let him out and joined the competition to build the nineteenth layer of hell.

When Wang Baishi appeared, the police car and the bus were on the way to the county seat, and the sound of the sirens was deafening, frightening the other ghosts to avoid it far away.

In an instant, the cold air in the police car and the bus froze to the bone, and the engine of the car also froze, except that the lights were still on, and the sirens suddenly stopped.

The Ice Ghost King Baishi was very proud, standing proudly on the roof of the bus, and wanted to further release the strange cold qi, so that the life in the car would freeze to death, but the gut-pumping ghost and the tongue-pulling ghost took the first step before the poor ghost and touched each other.

Naturally, the gut-pumping ghost did not allow the ice ghost to destroy the good deeds, and immediately waved his belly and intestines to meet it, and fought mercilessly.

After the tongue pulling ghost was ignited by the poor ghost, he also understood that killing people was not the best policy, it would only make the situation worse and cause more trouble, so he stuck out his tongue and launched a fierce attack on the ice ghost.

The three-zhang immortal tongue and the seven-zhang immortal intestine are not trivial, but in the cold atmosphere of the ice ghost, they become more and more stiff and inflexible, and finally the ice ghost grabs the tongue and stomach at the same time, and they start a contest of internal force with each other, and they are deadlocked.

In that inter-region where victory and defeat are indistinguishable, and no one can stand on a cheap basis, the volcanic ghost iron golden dragon appeared.

The hellfire of the iron golden dragon has always been indestructible, I wanted to burn down the police car and bus all the way in one fire, seeing the three ghosts fighting, I felt that the ice ghost was cold to the bone, unprecedented, and my confidence was shaken for a while, I was afraid of damaging my fire, and I didn't dare to act recklessly, so I stood still, ready to wait and see the changes, and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

However, at this moment, the Bloat and the Poor Dead appeared on the cliff or something.

The volcanic ghost wanted to show his magic and give the ghosts who had scruples a dismount, but in three moves and two ways, the urine spilled by the frightened poor ghost instantly extinguished the hellfire on the boulder, but he was terrified, and he didn't want to fight an uncertain battle, so he hesitated a little and fled.

The ice ghost is a powerful opponent of the tongue-pulling ghost and the intestine-pumping ghost, and he can also see the six roads, listen to the eight directions, and see that the volcano ghost who has great scruples in his mind has fled, knowing that he has encountered a master among the ghosts who does not know the inside story, and he does not dare to fight, for fear that his cold ice ghost qi will be broken by the medicine and urine, so he quickly stopped and fled suddenly.

The poor ghost knew all this, and sighed again and again: "It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous! I'm fed up with Kang Xiumei's sin of kicking, and I almost missed a big thing!"

The gut-pumping ghost smiled and said: "If you are not afraid to come early, you are afraid that you will come by chance, and it is already a great luck in misfortune to be able to turn danger into a disaster! We are united and ready for battle, so we are not afraid that they will disturb us! Brother Mao, store up your medicine and urine, and don't give those two ghost women lightly, so as to ensure the arrival of victory!"

The tongue-puller and the bulging ghost seemed to hear some unfavorable clues at the back of the bus, and they asked loudly: "What are you talking about?"

The poor ghost said loudly: "Brother Intestine Pumping Ghost said that you two are not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in heart, and you are a rare female ghost male." ”

"Hmph, it's kind of nonsense - we both like to hear it. The tongue-puller and the bulging ghost praised in unison, as if they had been trained beforehand.

The gut-pumping ghost smiled at the poor ghost, and was about to say something, when a police car in front of him suddenly braked suddenly, made a piercing grinding sound, and stopped.