Heal the cheap hands of the two female ghosts, the two female ghosts are excited, looking around, wanting to find some work to do immediately, but they don't know what to do.

For touching the buttocks of other ghosts, the two female ghosts have no interest in the slightest, and they feel tired of even thinking about it.

At one time and at another, low-level fun will not last forever.

What was once a good meal has become a disgusting dead rat.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng couldn't understand this change, looked at the excavator, recalled his previous life, and said with emotion: "In my previous life, I was born with a prodigal heart, and I didn't care much about the old man. ”

Turning his gaze to the excavator, he sighed: "This behemoth stays here, even if it doesn't eat, drink or move, it's a big threat, and if you can get it away, that's even better!"

"It's not simple," the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao pointed at the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei, and then pointed at herself, "Look at this scrap copper and rotten iron, it's not pleasing to the eye, just lift it up and throw it away?"

Compared with the big iron guy, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was not happy, and he was trying to use his ghost power to make the excavator move by himself, and then drove away, and the expanding ghost Kang Xiumei had shrunk to the bottom of the excavator and pushed the excavator up.

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao, not to be left behind, both stretched out the ghost hand that continued up, grabbed the iron arm of the excavator, and also pushed upward.

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu flew out of two magic skirts, and the magic skirts covered the two parts of the excavator, and they also made a strong effort upwards together.

Hey, the four female ghosts worked together to get an excavator of no less than ten tons to a height of dozens of feet in the void.

"Baby, you command quickly: where to throw it?" the swelling ghost Kang Xiu Mei shouted, showing her skills to make her much younger, as if she had become an innocent little girl.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was dumbfounded, and when he heard the shouting, he jumped into the air happily, simply sat in the cab of the excavator, and shouted indiscriminately: "You female ghost carrying a sedan chair is really beautiful! Throw it wherever you like!"

At this time, it was already dark at night, the sky was full of stars, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was sitting in the cockpit, as happy as he was taking a plane.

The four female ghosts were all in a good mood, deliberately showing off their ghost powers, lifting the excavator higher, and not busy throwing it down, but while moving forward, they hummed the song they had hummed as a child:

"Sleep, sleep, dear little ......"

Hmph, I used the excavator as a baby's cradle.

"Shake, shake, shake, shake to Grandma's Bridge......"

Hmph, I used the excavator as a boat.

......

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was happy, but his eyes kept looking down.

The excavator floated through pine forests, mountain streams, and newly built high-rise buildings in Yuhuang Village, and finally floated over the large pond in the middle of Yuhuang Village, which was completely excavated by hand.

On the edge of the pond there was a small island-like mound, and on the mound there was a huge tree, which was as thick as eight adults and dozens of feet high.

Under the giant trees, the pond was originally filled with fish, but after the villagers were brought into the resettlement area near the county seat, the fish raised by people became "wild fish", and anyone could go fishing, and anyone could touch it with electric batteries.

When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng saw that the once vibrant pond had become lifeless because the water had not been changed for a long time, he was sad and resentful, and said, "Just throw the excavator into the pond!"

"Listen to the baby!" As soon as the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei let go, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, she had flashed to the side alone.

Cao Jinzhu had quickly retracted the pomegranate skirt and jumped to the side.

Sha Jishan and Ma Mengyao, let go slowly, but they were carried by the rapidly falling excavator, and they fell down two feet before letting go.

The huge excavator, the huge iron solid goods, the fall was extremely fast, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng sat in the excavator, and it was easy to float out of the cab, because for the first time he sat on this unbelievable "plane", he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and his whole body froze.

With a loud "poof", the excavator smashed through the muddy water that had begun to stink after losing its meticulous management, and then smashed into the black mud and tiles, and no part was seen on the surface of the water again.

The water and mud splashed by the radioactivity spread to a distance of seven or eight feet.

Of course, such a loud noise had already alarmed the whole village—the ghosts hidden in the whole village, and the workers living in Yuhuang Village, were all taken aback like never before.

The expansive ghost Kang Xiumei felt that this was her "masterpiece", and it was clapping and somersaults, proud and happy, unbelievable.

The hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao also felt that they had done a miracle, and they were overjoyed.

And the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu's face was dark, full of concern and worry, his eyes were against the gradually calming water, and he was stunned.

She saw the horror of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng with her own eyes, and wanted to pull him along, but in an instant, Mao Changsheng had been buried in the pond with the excavator, and had been tightly sealed with water and mud.

Will the poor ghost come back to death? Of course not.

Can the poor ghost Mao Changsheng easily get out of the mud? Only Mao Changsheng himself knows.

Unless it is a water ghost, no ghost can come and go freely in the water.

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu, the hanged ghost Sha Jishan, and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao are not water ghosts.

Of course, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng is not a water ghost.

A water ghost is a ghost that has drowned and become a ghost.

In addition, the ghosts of the Ice Hell can also be regarded as water ghosts.

If you are looking for a water ghost, will you be poor and die and the ghost will live forever?

How could such a joke come about?

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu was laughing, and the more he laughed, the more bitter he became, and then his eyes were blurred with tears.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei, the hanged ghost Sha Jishan, and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao are still laughing.