The parents disappeared, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked at the two piles of loess full of weeds and bushes, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Buried in the two mounds were his parents, but now, they are just two piles of dry bones.

Is this still a home? This is just a home in honor, but in fact it has died in name only, ossified into green smoke and mud, and this is destined to be the final destination.

Is it worth fighting for such a mound, and is it worth waiting for it recklessly?

It's a haven for a ghost who isn't used to having no fixed home, but what a boring prison for a wandering soul?

The poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng looked around, he really couldn't tell the clear eyes of those graves, and as for where his grave was, he was also very interested, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

It's time to go, this is not a place for a male ghost with a dream to remember.

Warmth, it's enough to have a warm memory, and if you don't give up, it will only make you bitter in the end.

When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng mourned silently, the three naughty female ghosts also became unusually quiet like the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu.

When the poor ghost Mao Changsheng turned around, the hanged ghost Sha Jishan said curtly: "The two young people who died are not a good thing, you don't need to feel sorry for their deaths, and you don't need to blame your parents." ”

"That's right," Ma Mengyao, the tongue-pulling ghost, took over and said, "The young man who was dug up to death by the excavator was a white-eyed wolf, and he should have died a long time ago." His father was a bricklayer, and later changed his career to work as a cement porter, and he was so tired that he was not as good as a beast, but that young man, who was cunning and eccentric, took his father's money, and from elementary school to university, he had been a blessing and a mighty man, eating and drinking, and he also disliked his peasant parents, and only wanted to climb the dragon and the phoenix, a living white-eyed wolf, and it was really ashamed of the sky not to die. ”

"Damn!" the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei shouted disdainfully, "The crime of being dug to death by the excavator deserves it, and the one who hanged himself does not deserve it." As a college student, he has knowledge but no cultivation, knowledge but no virtue, coaxes a girl to elope with him, and makes the girl decisively break with her biological parents. Later, when the girl became pregnant, he abandoned her and drove her into the street, turning a famous college student full of true love into a fireworks girl, and the mother of the female college student suffered from depression and then became a madman......"

"Oh, there is such a story?" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was skeptical.

Cao Jinzhu, the steamer ghost, said with a smile: "That's true. In terms of medical Taoism, Brother Mao can rejuvenate with his hands, but in terms of seeing people, Brother Mao's ghost power is still slightly lacking, and when he encounters some scheming people, he can't read their stories at a glance. ”

"I see. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng nodded, relieved a lot, and said with guilt, "When I was poor and destitute, I also had the idea of depravity, and I wanted to do whatever it took to get ahead. However, when I calmed down, especially after I had some coins, I realized that true happiness does not come from money, but from peace of mind with a clear conscience. It's funny to say, when I had no money, I used to think about being a 'chicken' and a 'duck', and I wanted to become popular with my flesh. ”

"Ouch, don't be sanctimonious, we're all rotten ghosts from the depths of hell, and we're all rotten!" the expansive ghost Kang Xiumei became impatient and shouted very loudly, "Let's be serious: where should we go to mess around?

Obviously, this was to the point, and the eyes of several female ghosts turned to the poor ghost Mao Changsheng.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng looked at the monster-like excavator, looked at the fresh loess, looked at the ancient tomb, and suddenly remembered the scissors ghost plum fragrance, only felt bored in the past life, and it was still very boring to be a ghost in this life, so he said ignorantly: "Where to go, that's your freedom, you don't need to tell me more." Let's meet in Pingshui, toss a few times, grievances and grievances can't be understood, or the old saying: You take your Yangguan Road, I'll cross my single-plank bridge!"

This was said absent-mindedly, just because of the sorrow in the abdomen.

"What? You said something like that!" the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei shouted, "We are already old husbands and wives, and we still say such things?"

Old husband and wife?!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng's eyes widened.

The three female ghosts' eyes widened as well.

"What do you see me doing?" the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei raised his eyebrows, "Say the wrong word, make such a fuss, it's really a little sister and little brother." We are old friends and friends, and we can't die without help—if you don't cure our disease, we'll follow you!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was wrinkled, thinking of a few female ghosts going to the land of illusion with him to find Mei Yixiang, and suffering a lot, he felt guilty, silently stretched out his left hand, crossed his five fingers, lowered his gaze and said loudly: "Bit!

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei was just about to squeeze forward, but the steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu had already stepped in front and said loudly: "Brother Mao, what does this mean?"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng said in a deep voice: "I am a ghost doctor, and I am also a medicine ghost, my whole body is a panacea, as long as you bite off a little bit of my flesh and chew it and eat it, your old problems will be cured!"

"I see!" the four female ghosts sighed in unison.

The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei smiled and said, "The handsome guy is so generous, what else is polite?"

After that, he grabbed the left hand of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, and opened his mouth to put all the fingers into his mouth.

"You dare to eat alone!"

"Greedy ghost!"

"Can't!"

Three scolds, three weapons trapped the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei.

The long tongue of the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao wrapped around the neck of the swollen ghost Kang Xiumei.

Bai Lian, who hanged the ghost Sha Jishan, trapped the hands of the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei.

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu's magic skirt with pomegranate flowers blooming brightly spun on the top of the head of the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei.

"Don't embarrass her, let her bite and eat!" the poor ghost Mao Changsheng had a look of fear on his face, but his tone was extremely resolute, "Each of you has a share." ”

At this time, the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei had already spit out Mao Changsheng's left hand, and said violently: "I'll bite first, you are not convinced, do you want to catch lots, or do you want to fight?

"It's not that I want to draw lots, and I don't want to fight," Cao Jinzhu shook his hand and put away the magic skirt, "We can't bite Brother Mao's fingers." ”

"Yes, we can't bite Brother Mao's fingers!" Sha Jishan and Ma Mengyao agreed in unison, and also put away Bai Lian and Long Tongue.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei let go of Mao Changsheng's hand and asked loudly: "Don't use fingers, what to bite?" bite your ears, bite your nose, or bite your little cock......

The three female ghosts shook their heads.

"Okay, you three goods still have a little conscience!" The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei nodded with satisfaction, "I have already taken Mao Shuai's hand, and the stinky essence from the toilet grave pit in my body has been soaked in by me, who dares to bite his finger, I dare to guarantee that she will speak for 100 million years." ”

The three female ghosts immediately covered their mouths.

The ghosts of the inflated hell, who only drink dung water to live, are well known.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng knew that the female ghosts protected him, and it was not good to be ruthless and unrighteous, and squinted at the cheap hands of the hanging ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao, and unconsciously was about to touch Cao Jinzhu's Kang Xiumei's buttocks, and with a wave of his hand, the two hell poisonous bees flew out.

The Hell Bee is frozen in its trouser pocket, and its action is extraordinarily agile, and the two are separated, each hovering around a "cheap hand".

Those two cheap hands, dodging left and right, always couldn't avoid the two poisonous bees, and they trembled.

At the same time, the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng secretly used his ghost power and scolded loudly: "Listen to the volcanic ghost iron golden dragon: dare to use your mind to command these two hands to make waves and provoke right and wrong, first let the poisonous bees bite these two hands, and then let the poisonous bees drill your heart, so that you can't even do the armless ghost!"

With that, he took back the Hell Bee.

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu and the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei were surprised, and the hanged ghost Sha Jishan and the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao waved the two hands that continued up, and cheered in unison: "This hand is mine!

After that, they all brushed the hair on their foreheads with that hand, and they looked very satisfied.

From then on, those two restless hands really obeyed Ma Mengyao and Sha Jishan's arrangement, and they didn't dare to do anything wrong.