When the poor ghost returned to the bare mountain, he saw the long intestines of the gut-pumping ghost wrapped around the slanted branches, and his whole rough body was suspended in the air, and he was in a state of rest, and he did not think it was strange, and coughed vigorously.

The gut-pumping ghost opened his eyes, seemed to be smiling, and said in a strange tone: "People and ghosts have different paths, if you are kind to people, that is a betrayal of the ghost clan! Don't say anything, I have seen it all! Time is pressing, I have to go out in person-let them get sick, half-dead, and slowly torture them, it will delay my time to make a fortune, just kill them all!"

The poor ghost was flustered and said, "This is not good! This is not good! The main purpose of the Lord of Hades should be to requisition land, not to ask you to kill people indiscriminately, and it is better to think in the long run." ”

"Shhhh Remember, we are ghosts, and we don't know the hypocrisy of human beings, as long as we achieve our goals, we will win. ”

Seeing that the poor ghost had a resolute attitude and a fierce appearance, he knew that persuasion was useless, so he sighed and said: "You are the boss, you are a noble ghost that is rare in a hundred years, you don't need to do it yourself in small things, lower your status, and leave the murder to my little role to complete! Killing chickens, how can you use a big knife to kill cattle?

The gut pumper yawned and slapped his stomach, and his intestines flew straight to the branch and wrapped around it for a few turns, and his whole body was suspended again, like a hanging spider.

"Okay," said the gut-pumping ghost with a big grin, "you are a petty worker, I am the boss, such a small thing, it should really be done by you-I have money, and what you will have in the future will also be money-it is easy to do things with money, right? Go, you can't be merciful when you go this time, you can let go of your hands and feet and kill fiercely, and all the consequences will be carried by my gut-pumping ghost." Alas, this ghost is a little overly drunk, his limbs are weak, and his head is dizzy, so it's time to rest and recuperate. ”

"Take a good rest, the body is the capital to make a fortune, and it is the capital to have fun, and you can't be sloppy at all. The poor dead ghost was in high spirits, "I will definitely complete the murder successfully!" However, doing such a hurtful thing will affect my yin longevity, and it will disappear before I live to be 800 years old-you must give me processing money, double it!"

"Okay, good, I'll give you a fart! Killing people is not only fun, but also can get a lot of oil and water, it is the easiest and most enjoyable job in the underworld! If you dare to nag again, I'll teach you a lesson first!" The gut-pumping ghost grinned, and a grimace became hideous and terrifying, ready to take out the majesty of the boss and give the unscrupulous little worker a dismount.

The poor dead ghost saw that the momentum was not right, jumped up and floated towards the village, and muttered unhappily in the air: "What's so great about being a boss with rotten intestines? Sooner or later, Lao Tzu will be the boss, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more majestic than you." At that time, Lao Tzu will often say: 'Lao Tzu is a little too drunk, and his limbs are weak, you should do the stupid work that should be done!', and at that time, there will be all kinds of ghosts who will nod their heads and slap my ghost buttocks, and there will also be ghosts who will flatter me and say, 'Hey, boss, you are born with a rich appearance, and you can't get rich if you don't want to.'" Hehe, Lao Tzu naturally had to laugh a few times, indicating that you don't have to be polite. ”

Thinking of it like this, the poor ghost smiled, as if he had really made a big boss as big as a mountain bag, and he was comfortable, floating down, and gently landed at the head of the village.

"Kill someone, who will kill first? Be an official for a while, be a ghost for a lifetime, I can't show off my power just because I have some power now, and the days ahead are still long, but I can't get no power and no power in the future, and even a dry ignores me. The poor ghost pondered, "Let's kill a few of the people who should be killed first—it is best to set an example for the monkeys, so that the kind, enthusiastic, and obedient villagers can quickly leave this land that is favored by the ghost king." ”

At this time, there was a sound of sizzling and slapping next to it, which was particularly harsh and refreshing in the silent night.

Oh, don't guess, it's the sound of the villagers rubbing mahjong.

Not long ago, these low-level gamblers also heard extremely terrifying ghost screams, but none of them believed that there were really ghosts in the world, and they all thought that some mischievous young man had recorded the sound of a horror movie, and played it on a loudspeaker to scare the faint man.

"Hey, murder trivial, take a step forward, I'll look at these things that don't know whether to live or die!" The poor dead ghost smiled coldly, walked towards the two hollow brick gambling rooms, and muttered to himself, "Lao Tzu had no money before he was born, look at the gamblers gambling, he was also spit, ridiculed, and pushed outside by the boss, not to give a cigarette to smoke, not to give a cup of tea to drink, hey, the big river is diverted every year, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, today it's time for Lao Tzu to raise his eyebrows!"

Oh, three days before he died, the poor ghost was punched and kicked by the boss of Simon Faer.

The poor ghost just ran to see the people in the village playing mahjong, and he just wanted to ask for a cigarette to smoke, but he was punched three times in the chest and two feet in the waist and eyes.

There are many people, but being treated like that is really disgraceful.

A man can endure the poverty he chooses, but he cannot endure such abuse.

Oh, he was in pain in his body, and even more in his heart, so he went to another dealership to talk about it, and it took a lot of trouble to owe four catties of blended wine or sugar cane wine of unknown origin on credit, and he lay on the bed and drank it day and night, plus a severe cold and stomach bleeding, so he went to see the lord of Hades early......

"The mountain doesn't turn around, it's time for Lao Tzu to raise his eyebrows and exhale a little. The poor ghost wiped a handful of tears, smiled hideously, and grabbed it with his claws in the night, and threw two green and miserable ghost fires into the void, "What about the villagers? It is better to die early than to be reborn early! The bad villagers are more hateful than strangers, I will not be superstitious about nostalgia, and I will not be fooled by nostalgia!"

When he said this, the poor ghost burst into tears, and no one or ghost knew the true joys and sorrows in his heart.