Thinking of the dispensing of medicine, and the thought of the victory of the counterattack in the midst of danger, the poor ghost felt funny, and felt terrified.

Hey, although it was a mistake and won by chance, after all, it was a big victory, and it gave the big boss a dismount.

Being able to give a big boss a dismount is more enjoyable than giving a small character a thousand dismounts - it's hard for a small character to elevate a small role, but a big boss, that's very different.

Hey, from now on, you can hold your head high, and you can blow to the little characters: "How old are you? Lao Tzu once made three moves and two styles, and let a well-known big boss become a dog!"

It's enjoyable, it's really his cousin's too enjoyable.

In the yang world, no matter how you brag about eight hundred, each living his own life, there are not many people who really can't get along with you, at most they look down on you, and don't take you seriously, but in the underworld, they deal with ghosts everywhere, and they don't have any real skills, and they can't fool around if they want to.

"Thunderbolt firebombs, I came up in a panic, thanks to the strange names I heard from the children when I was bored in the sun, and I could change a few words to scare the lonely ghosts.

"In the Yang Realm, the children called a cannon that could be smashed the Thunderbolt God Fire Bomb, and it was fitting that the word 'god' was changed to 'ghost'. ”

The more the poor ghost thought about it, the more proud he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was the pleasure of Tianzi No. 1 to endure some hardships for the intestinal ghost this time, so he couldn't help but bow deeply to his imaginary self, and admired himself to the extreme.

"People have weaknesses, ghosts also have weaknesses, as long as you grasp the weaknesses of ghosts, you will not be afraid of those powerful and old qualified ghosts in the future.

"Barren mountains and mountains, there are graves everywhere, and around those graves, there are more or less dumb cannons that have not been blown up by filial sons and grandsons, and the outside is wrapped in thick paper, which seems to be wasted, but the sulfur and saltpeter inside are good.

"As long as I collect a large number of them and practice the three moves and five styles - I can quickly break and throw them out without hurting my skills, even if I can't be the king and hegemon in the ghost world, and be a good man, that's not a problem. ”

Thinking of this, the poor dead ghost immediately waved his claws, grabbed and scattered, and threw the surrounding mud and sand out like wind and sea rain, and then took advantage of the sand and dust to dazzle his eyes, and suddenly retreated to five feet away.

"Yes, exactly. ”

The poor ghost was full of joy.

"I've seen a lot of ghosts scattering sand, but I'm the first to sprinkle sulfur and saltpeter in the sand. Knead the cannon in the air, and as long as your hands don't touch the sulfur, you will never let yourself be damaged by erosion.

"Hey, it's done, Lao Tzu will practice more in the future, not to mention harming ghosts, it is more than enough to prevent ghosts and self-defense. Well, you can't have a heart to harm ghosts, and you can't have a heart to prevent ghosts!

"I should have a name for this unique skill, what should I call it? Well, let's call it the poor ghost Sasha, no, it should be more famous, it should be called the evil ghost Sasha!

"People don't have an evil appearance, even if you carry a musket with, poor words will only make people better bullied, evil is the last word, and it is the natural expression of true talent and real learning!"

Since then, the poor dead ghost has one more trick called "evil ghost scattering sand" housekeeping skills, and he is no longer cowering like he is in the yang world.

After practicing his skills, the poor ghost's mind returned to preparing a panacea.

Frog, monkey urine, cockroach fart, these recipes are too unbelievable, but since they have been spoken, they have to prepare for it.

It was the middle of the night, and the poor ghost was confronted with a large rice field, and because the village was far from the city civilization, it did not use any highly toxic pesticides, frogs, bullfrogs, and toads, and some of them were playing and singing carefree in the darkness of the night.

"Hey, let each of them give a, that rotten guy is a real blessing!"

The poor ghost slowly raised his paws, and was about to use the yin wind to drive the frogs in front of him, but suddenly lowered them again.

"Frogs are unobtrusive creatures, and they make a big fuss about everything, and they boast about everything—if they only knew that I was using their feces to make medicines, and in order to raise their own value, they wouldn't make it known!

"No, no, I can't let these guys with small legs and big bellies spoil my big things—they will grow their prestige and destroy my ambition!"

The poor ghost sighed.

"Baby, so it's a baby, because God is mysterious and secret, and it is not known to the outside world. ”

The poor ghost scratched his scalp, and his green eyes glanced around, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed to see that weeds and artemisia were everywhere.

Artemisia annua, originally a hemostatic elixir in the yang world, whether it is a gunshot wound or a knife wound, as long as you chew some leaves and put them on the wound, you can stop the blood outflow in the blink of an eye.

Why can't a medicine that can treat human injuries treat ghost injuries?

Artemisia annua has a green character, frog also has a green character, using artemisia annua instead of frog feces, not to mention 100% spiritual effect, 50% is effective.

Besides, isn't it just a cure for a ghost? Isn't it just a cure for a ghost who has lost his conscience and doesn't even care about the safety of children's lives?

Heal such a ghost, heal a great achievement, and in the future, it will be good to dip the oil and heal the dead, that is karma, fate, deserve it!

When he was in the yang world, those children, those teenagers and children, were not good to him Mao Changsheng, and often laughed at him with adults, but he was cute, even if he harmed adults, he should never be obsessed with money and try to harm children.

Therefore, although the intestinal ghost gave the poor ghost a brilliant blueprint and fulfilled the dream of making a fortune for the poor ghost, the poor ghost did not have a special good impression of the intestinal ghost, and did not want the intestinal ghost to disappear, and also hoped that the intestinal ghost would suffer more painfully.

Think about it, a school like tofu scum collapsed in an instant, hundreds of children were buried alive, broken limbs, bleeding like streams, and hundreds of perfect families were shattered in an instant.

And that kind of miserable scene is only caused by a few people's mercenary and money-obsessed minds, can such people still be considered human beings? Such brutes, even among the ghosts, are a minority after all.

The anger of injustice surged more and more, the poor ghost screamed, his hand was like electricity, his arm was more than five feet long, and between the lightning and fire, he had grabbed a large bag of Artemisia annua branches and leaves in front of him, and he shook and spun three times in anger, and it had become a small bowl-like, sparse mass, living like some animal feces.

"This is frog--Lao Tzu said yes, who the dares to come out and oppose it? What's the use of opposing Lao Tzu, can you raise your own value? Bah, it's cheap, that rotten gut!"

The poor dead man dissipated his anger, paused, and scratched his messy hair again, and with a strange smile, thought of monkey urine.

Monkey pee? I'm so anxious that I would think of monkey urine?