The dizzy director Fan Tianming had come to his senses, and although he was frustrated, he was not discouraged at all, but became more powerful, and commanded loudly: "Brothers, turn on all the alarms!"

The order spread, all the police cars turned on their sirens together, the colored lights flashed, and the motorcade set off with a bang.

The alarm sounded, and the poor ghost felt a little flustered and at a loss, but the gut-pumping ghost and the tongue-pulling ghost were shocked, as if they had heard the judge's order, and immediately looked around, grabbed the poor ghost, turned into a yin wind, and pounced on the silent mountain forest in the distance.

The mountain forest was very quiet, and although several strange sirens from the police car could still be faintly heard, it could no longer make the three fleeing ghosts feel uncomfortable.

The gut-pumping ghost landed on the top of an old pine tree and said with relief, "As long as this alarm keeps sounding, there will be no evil ghost friends to harass you." Let's take a break, and as soon as the sirens stop sounding, we'll follow in to see what is going on. ”

"I'm a nameless ghost, but you are a ghost from hell, a famous ghost, not afraid of heaven and earth, but afraid of the siren, isn't it a strange thing?" The poor ghost wiped an old gravestone, sat down with a sigh, and said loudly, "I am a nameless ghost, except for the fear of you big ghosts and famous ghosts, there seems to be nothing to be afraid of." ”

The tongue-plucking ghost sat down gently on the idle stone next to the poor ghost, and said softly, "Every ghost has weaknesses and taboos, just like man." Ghosts are not afraid of silence or night, but nine times out of ten ghosts are afraid of the noise of the world or the roar of machines. You are a strange ghost husband, so you are not afraid of heaven and earth. ”

was looked at differently by his favorite female ghost, praised and praised, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng smiled happily, and said: "I am a big husband in the ghost, but I am idle in the yang world, and I am used to wandering around, and I have seen a lot of things thoroughly, and I am not surprised." And you, noble people have a lot of business, and you don't have time to wander, so you have many weaknesses and taboos......"

"Brother is reasonable!Good brother is getting smarter and smarter, congratulations!" The gut-pumping ghost blinked and yawned, "I'm a little sleepy, I want to take a nap, if you two have anything in your heart, just say it slowly, if you have anything in particular, you might as well do it slowly, don't make a fuss, no one will bother." ”

When the words fell, he suddenly floated to a place dozens of feet away, lying on a tree branch with his head and feet hanging in the air, and pretending to be asleep with a sarcastic smile.

The tongue-pulling ghost showed a little shyness, bowed his head and said nothing, but the poor ghost was overjoyed, laughed, and said, "Sister, you can sit here, I have to prepare." I can let the other ghosts curse and kick around, but if anyone is respectful to you, I can't pretend not to see it. ”

"Multi-...... Thanks handsome!" The tongue-pulling ghost was a little moved, raised his hand and touched his lips, then raised his hand and gave the poor ghost a flying kiss, "You go and prepare, follow you, I have found a sense of security and belonging, it seems that I am not following the wrong ghost." ”

Let's say, the handful of dark coins given to her by the poor ghost who escaped from the dead ghost was counted one by one, and it seemed to be full of relish and affection.

The poor ghost looked more rejoicing than ever, and for the first time like a man, he raised his head high, sniffed the smoke in the air like a hound, and floated towards a small lawn not far from the old mound.

"What the hell are you going to do? I'm scared when you walk away. The tongue-puller sat upright, said "scared" in his mouth, but did not actually feel the slightest fear, smeared some spit on his fingers, and counted the coins again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with my hair Changsheng, you don't have to be afraid of anything!" The tongue-pulling ghost's words of weakness made the poor ghost feel very important, and also made the poor ghost secretly breed a strong desire to protect, and while comforting him, he landed on the small lawn.

A new grave stood in the lawn, and the air smelled of fresh earth, wine, and sulfur.

Around the new tomb, there are flowery wreaths scattered, which sound in the slightly blowing mountain wind, making the surroundings seem particularly quiet and mysterious.

Through the dirt, through the coffin, the poor ghost could see at a glance that there was an old woman lying in the grave who had died of a cerebral hemorrhage, her shriveled mouth slightly open, the corners of her mouth blackened with blood, and her nostrils with blood crusts......

"Excuse me, excuse me!" the poor ghost muttered to himself, seeing that not far from the new grave, there were scattered firecrackers that had never bloomed like flowers all over the ground, bent down and picked up two large handfuls, and carefully hid them in his long hair, "Now it's okay, I'm not afraid of other ghosts to bully me, and I'm not afraid of other ghosts coming to snatch love." What is this? This is strength. You don't have the strength, what you say is bullshit, and no one will take it seriously. If you don't have the strength, the cooked rice will turn into raw rice, and the cooked duck will fly away with a pop. You don't have the strength, you can only dream with others, you can only follow other people's paths, say other people's words, and let other people's farts ......"

The poor ghost chattered, sniffed the fire with faint green smoke, sniffed the suckling pork roasted a little like charcoal next to the fire, and was even more energetic, raised his hand to summon some wide leaves, wrapped the suckling pork, and wrapped the cigarettes, wine, fruits and other things offered in front of the gravestone in a plastic bag, and then respectfully withdrew, and said softly: "Auntie, your old man is old, your teeth are not good, these things are no longer suitable for you, and it is a waste to lose them, I will take them and my girlfriend to help you consume them." Don't say thank you to me or anything, I, Mao Changsheng, have always liked to help others and help ghosts for fun......"

As she was talking, the old woman in the grave turned over the body, coughed, her eyes glowed darkly, and she made a gesture to get up to protect her legitimate property.

The poor ghost was startled, scolded "the old immortal is not serious", and suddenly floated away.

The poor dead man panted and landed beside the tongue-puller, and said humbly, "This is a remote place, and you can't buy anything good, so you can eat whatever you want! When the conditions are good, I will buy you a large cake, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses for you, a pair of gold earrings, and a gold necklace as thick as a dog's chain." ”

As he spoke, he spread out the offerings on a flat stone slab.

"Thank you!" The tongue-pulling ghost pursed his lips and smiled, grabbed an apple and sniffed it, and said, "I'm sorry to let you break the bank! You must have spent a lot of money, didn't you?"

The poor dead ghost patted his chest and said unashamedly: "Little meaning, small meaning, it doesn't break the bank! In the future, I will make a big fortune, please eat shark fin, bear paws, and abalone! If you have money, you don't spend it on your dear female ghost, it will be thundered and burned!"

"Thank you!" the tongue-puller smiled deliciously, rubbed the apples on the clothes on his chest seductively, frowned slightly, and quickly took a bite and praised, "The apples you bought are really good, they are delicious!"

"Specially picked for you. The poor ghost blushed, chewing on the handmade corn candy, and said vaguely, "You're welcome, just eat ......," but he thought uncomfortably, "I'm so fucking brazen!

The tongue-pulling ghost blinked his intelligent eyes, looked thoughtful, tilted his head and said innocently: "Several representatives of hell are busy making achievements and killing people, why should your rotten gut boss stop it?"