The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei not only no longer threatens the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, but also accommodates Mao Changsheng extraordinarily, like a virtuous wife and a mother who dotes on her children.

"My dear, you're too slow, can I carry you for a ride?" Seeing that the poor ghost couldn't catch up with him, he opened his mouth and expressed his willingness to serve sincerely.

"I'm not rotten wood, I'm not waste, I don't need you to carry me. "Don't say anything intimate to me, you and I don't have the slightest ambiguous relationship, lest other ghosts hear me and say that I am hungry and unpleasant." I am a famous flower, and I hope not to ruin the good reputation of the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village. ”

"Don't be too stubborn, which excellent ghost doesn't have three wives and four concubines?" The inflated ghost was not angry, his eyebrows were smiling, and he became more and more docile, "Even if you like to pull out your tongue, kiss me, or do something that is happy for each other, what is wrong with being unaware?"

"If you talk nonsense like this again, Lao Tzu's next bubble of urine will not be your share. The poor ghost was angry, and his face was distorted, "Lao Tzu is poor, but Lao Tzu is not cheap, don't think about Lao Tzu." Lao Tzu either doesn't like anyone, or, whoever he likes, no matter if she is around or not, this heart and body belong to her, and she will never share it with any ghost sister and ghost sister. Listen well, either listen to me, I'll give you a panacea every day, or the road will go to the sky, go to the other side, you drink your public toilet water, and I'll sprinkle my scenery urine!"

The swelling ghost sighed, shrunk his neck, looked shorter, and said in a low voice: "You have the final say! You have the final say! Just when you are my husband, I am your wife, and the husband sings the wife!"

"Remember: we're not husband and wife, and we're not having an affair like a dog and a man!" The poor ghost warned again, solemnly, and then arranged, "From now on, you can't harm a person—unless that person really deserves to die, and you can't do harm unless I tell you to." Can you do it?"

"This ......" the bulging ghost scratched his scalp, "As soon as I met the beautiful man, I was hot, and I couldn't help but want to tease, I wanted to strangle him in my arms, this ...... I'm afraid it's hard to change. Who told me to be born with an amorous heart? Who told me to be born with the ability to take pity on the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

"If you want to follow the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village, you have to follow the orders of the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village, otherwise, it's better to stay three hundred meters to the side!" the poor ghost explained, his attitude as resolute as steel, "You can't harm those innocent old people, women, and children! As for the nasty embryo that has always believed in 'I'd rather die under the flowers, and be a ghost than be romantic', you can do whatever you want, Lao Tzu is not a policeman in the Pacific, and he won't be so lenient, so you can fulfill them." ”

"Listen to you!" said the inflated ghost, "I only clean up the dogs that eat, and as for the dogs that don't eat, naturally they won't fall for." In your eyes, I must be stinky shit. ”

The poor ghost nodded frequently, and added: "If you are self-aware, you are not ugly and stupid! If you want to follow me, you will not harm the villagers of Yanhuang Village, and you will not be the enemy of the gut-pumping ghost and the tongue-pulling ghost." The real purpose of you great demons is to gain the right to build the nineteen layers of hell, to make a fortune, not to kill people. The sooner those villagers enter the city and settle down, the sooner you can build the Nineteenth Layer of Hell, the sooner it will be able to proceed smoothly. Do you understand?

"Good baby, I understand when you say that. "This is indeed the case. However, the tongue-pulling ghost, the gut-pumping ghost, you and I understand the mystery, but do those ghost representatives of the eighteenth layer of hell also understand?"

"Naturally, they don't understand. "They don't understand, they must be busy hurting their lives again—they must be taught a hard lesson, so that they can understand if they don't understand." Hurry up! Be hindered by your fat woman who stirs up, it's not time to delay, it's going to be a bad thing!"

"Listen to the baby, let's go!" The expansion ghost said urgently, but his demeanor was calm, "Baby, look good!"

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei bent down, selected a pine tree with lush branches and thick trunks, stretched out his fat palm, and grabbed the treetops.

"What are you going to do this fat woman?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was stunned, "Do you want to pick loose hair to lose weight? overeating, and then desperately trying to lose weight, it's really a big turn, and I have nothing to do." When is it, do you want to stink? If you lose another 300 pounds of fat, Lao Tzu won't like you!"

Without saying a word, the swelling ghost grabbed the treetops, and with his body in the void, the huge pine tree seemed to be tied with steel ropes, and was hoisted up by a large crane.

In an instant, there was a rattling sound, the soil and rocks under the tree fell apart, the dust was blind, and a straight pine tree five or six feet high was uprooted alive.

"Fat woman, what are you doing?" the poor dead ghost asked loudly, "You have drunk enough Lao Tzu's urine, you are full of energy, and you have to deliberately consume some to be comfortable?"

The swelling ghost said "shhhh

"What are you doing? you want to crush Lao Tzu to death with a big tree?" the poor ghost frowned and blamed, "Lao Tzu is a ghost, and he wants to crush Lao Tzu to death with a big tree, it's really your mother, my old lover's big dream of Qingqiu!"

"No more nonsense, beware of me tearing your crow's mouth. The swelling ghost urged, "Good baby, I'm afraid I'll insult you, then keep a certain distance, jump on the branch and hold on, let me drag you for a flight." Alas, the victorious cat is as strong as a tiger, and the phoenix is not as good as a chicken, so I'll be a girl and a slave for you!"

The move of the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei was unexpected, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng thought to himself that he had no such ghost power, nor did he have such "wit", and his heart couldn't help but tighten, but after being stunned, his face looked disapproving, as if it was just an act of pulling grass and shallots, and he could easily do it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"That's not a bad idea. I thought you had well-developed limbs and a simple mind, but you still had a little bit of intelligence on the tip of your thumb. However, when there is a deep pit on the ground, simple-minded mortals will definitely make a fuss and think wildly when they see it, and maybe many scientists will come to investigate and study, make all kinds of speculations, and finally attribute it to the work of aliens. The poor ghost was overjoyed, jumped on the branch, learned from the carriage master in the world, and shouted loudly, "Zao Li, drive!"

In Mao Changsheng's imagination, the inflated ghost became a mare pulling a cart, and he became the master of the car, and that honor turned into a smile on his face.

"It's good to be happy, happy is paramount! With the praise of the baby handsome guy, I will do my best to my little sister." The bloater grinned, dragged the pine tree upside down, and sped forward as if holding a broom like never before.

Little sister, super!

It makes you stinky and beautiful.

In an instant, the poor dead ghost could only hear the whirring wind in his ears, and the momentum was magnificent, and when he saw the mountains and forests sliding backwards, he couldn't help but cheer loudly: "Take a plane! Take a plane! The most beautiful man in Yuhuang Village never took a car in his life, but he got on a plane after he died, it's really fucking good to die!"

By the time the words fell, the Bloater had stopped.

"Are you happy?" "Dancing with the number one beauty in the underworld, there are still many happy things." ”

"The first beauty in the underworld" is, of course, self-appointed, just as "the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village" is also self-appointed.

"Why did it stop?" The poor ghost was still clinging to the branches, looking reluctant to take the "plane", but he found that the speed of the flight had slowed down, "Go on, don't miss the big event of the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village!"

"Baby, come down and have a look!" The swelling ghost pointed forward and said in a flattering voice, "I have three hundred and sixty-five happiness tricks, as long as you are willing, I can let you understand it in the future." ”

"Be serious with Lao Tzu, don't be a bad face everywhere. Don't call me Lao Tzu baby, it's disgusting to death!" The poor ghost reprimanded, but he was thinking happily in his heart: "When I was in the world, why didn't I meet such a slut? ”

The Expansion Ghost immediately became serious, pointed to the front, and said with a little panic: "Don't flirt - it's not good!"

"What's wrong? With the presence of the first beautiful man in Yuhuang Village, the bad ones will be wonderful. The poor ghost shouted slowly, still reminiscing about the feeling that he could soar through the clouds without making a effort.

"You'd better come and take a look!" the bloater grew more serious, "this is not the time for jokes, it's time to be prepared!"

The poor ghost whistled, jumped down the branch, and found himself standing on a cliff with the swelling ghost, and couldn't help but look closely.

Under the cliff, in the haze, is the road leading to the county seat, those police cars and buses full of villagers of Yanhuang Village, are all stopped on the road, although the lights are dazzling, but silent, all sleeping or dead, shrouded by a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere, like a strange dream.

Hey, why don't you move on? Is the whole car going to pull? Why are you so disrespectful?

The poor dead man rubbed his eyes, looked at it again, and became uneasy.

At the head of the convoy, in the middle of the road, standing still, stood a terrible giant, nay, a tall and terrible ghost of hell.

Such a tall hell ghost, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng has seen it for the first time.

Who is this guy?

This guy must be tough!