The poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng fell on the mountain bag, and slipped into the tomb where the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong lived, and without saying a word, he lay down outside the old blackened coffin, snoring.

This tomb was built by rich people in the past, first repaired the tomb, and then after the end of life and put the coffin into the coffin, put the coffin in the tomb, and then capped, erect the stele stone, and then pile up the loess.

At a certain time, human society has engaged in the Cultural Revolution or something, and the steles and stones have all been pried away and used to build bridges and pave roads, and a tomb will no longer be grandiose, and the scattered loess will soon be overgrown with shrubs and weeds, and the descendants and grandchildren will move away, and it will become unremarkable.

The intestinal ghost Meng Haodong arrived on this mountain bag, was quite unreasonable, occupied this tomb, and enjoyed the coffin with only a few dry bones left inside.

The poor ghost fell asleep outside the coffin without saying a word, but the gut-pumping ghost could not sleep—in this dark coffin, he had always worked at night and slept by day.

"Hey, Brother Mao, there's something wrong with you!" Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, sat up in the coffin, "You're not like this, what's wrong today?"

The poor ghost closed his eyes and didn't open them, and said impatiently: "Brother boss, don't talk for the time being, okay? I'm a little overdrunk, and if I don't rest for a while, I'm going to finish playing!"

"You're going to play me like that?" the gut-pumping ghost laughed out loud, "I believe the other ghosts who claim to be overdrunk, and I don't believe anything when you say that." What has become of it?"

Without waiting for the poor ghost to answer, the gut-pumping ghost became serious, and said approvingly: "Don't look at me always lying in this hellish place, I actually know everything about what you have done. This time it was harder, but you still did a good job and completed the task victoriously. ”

The poor ghost turned over and sat up, and asked bluntly, "How much is my salary?"

The gut-pumping ghost raised his hand, and there was an extra golden card in his hand that was becoming more and more unfamiliar, and he shook it and said: "You are not lazy, I don't cheat, you have to have seven million dark coins in your passbook, and you are getting closer and closer to a multimillionaire!"

With that, he threw out the golden card.

The poor ghost took his passbook, looked at it several times, and put it in his pocket.

"Don't let me keep it?" the gut smoker blurted out in surprise.

"I'm going to have to verify it myself. The poor ghost patted his coat pocket, "It's too uneasy to let someone else keep such a large amount of money—I think it's more reliable for me to keep it myself." ”

The gut-pumping ghost immediately smiled and squinted, shook his head and said, "Brother, you are too easily satisfied! With so many pieces of dark coins, you are proud, I feel sorry for you! A genius among ghosts like Brother Mao shouldn't limit himself like this!"

The poor ghost scratched his scalp and asked, "Is there any great fortune to be made again?"

"Isn't it?" the gut-pumping ghost said solemnly, "Although those brutes were driven away by Brother Mao, who posted those charms? Don't you want to find out? Besides, where did the village chief who was upright and named Gu Tian go? Can you guarantee that he didn't go to Kyoto to petition?"

"Oh, I got rid of those beasts, the boss brother is so clear?Xiucai doesn't go out, he can know the world!" The poor ghost was full of admiration, and there was also a hint of shame in the admiration, after all, it was the magpie couple who got those beasts away, "I also want to find out the origin of those spells, and I want to find out what Gu Tian Village Chief thinks, but the most important thing to do at the moment is to find out whether there is really money in the passbook card." The second thing you should do is to do something refreshing with those dark coins. I'm not going to be a slave of the Underworld for a while...... Goodbye......"

When the words fell, the poor ghost ignored the gut-pumping ghost and said anything else, and suddenly floated out of the grave and drifted to the hiding place of the scissor-ghost Mei Yixiang......

When they are idle, the poor ghosts wander in the Jade Emperor Village, day and night.

During the day, Scissors Ghost was afraid of the sun, so he lay quietly in an ancient tomb on the mountain at the head of Yanhuang Village, and the poor ghost wandered alone, as long as he saw what was delicious in the kitchen of those workers, he enjoyed it to his heart's content, and then got enough to give Scissors Ghost.

Although the scissor ghost has not yet become the poor ghost's lady or virtuous helper, the poor ghost feels that there will be no major changes in the future - being a lady or a female ghost of the virtuous helper has always been very hard, if you don't let her be moved in advance, the future will be angry and gone, it will be difficult for her to turn back.

If there is still leisure, the poor ghost will also get a piece of food for the gut-pumping ghost - the poor ghost is the easiest to be grateful for - if he doesn't meet the gut-pumping ghost, he won't meet the scissor-ghost confidant.

Of course, the workers never felt that they were missing anything from their food, because what the poor dead had stolen was nothing more than a breath.

At night, the poor ghost carries the hand of the scissor ghost, and spends the moon before the moon, or flies with wings, or goes to the east and west together, immersed in tenderness and sweetness, and forgets all the cruelties and pains of hell.

The relationship between the two ghosts is getting closer and closer, and it's a bit like glue, but since they haven't married and become husband and wife, there is no normal relationship between husband and wife.

The poor ghost used to be a "very poor household", but that only refers to the material super scarcity, spiritually, he has always been rich - he adheres to the traditional virtues, and is determined to marry the scissors ghost one day, so that he will do whatever he wants to her like her husband, as long as he does not worship and marry, he will never go beyond Lei Chi.

When everything is commoditized and vulgarized, the poor dead still yearn for the sacred, which makes Scissorghost sigh secretly and make Scissorghost awe-inspired.

The poor dead wandered around, but there was always a sense of loss in his heart - those who had invaded his homeland, no matter what bad luck had happened, he would not stop it, never interfere, only hope that they would retreat from the difficulties and leave this place as soon as possible.

Those workers entered Yuhuang Village for seven days, and the poor ghosts witnessed it with their own eyes, and at least five of them were destroyed by dog disasters.

A young worker driving an excavator is driving an excavator to dig a villager's earthen walled house, wearing earplugs, listening to music, singing pop songs along, opening the glass door of the cab, a black dog who has been waiting for an unknown amount of time, condescending from the roof, jumped into the cab, bit the driver's throat, and tore it desperately.

In less than a minute, the driver slit his throat and died, and the black dog, in the blink of an eye, fled without a trace.

The workers who arrived when they heard the howls and hoarse struggles saw only the back of the black dog fleeing.

A driver who drove a loader, drank too much mineral water, saw that there was no one around, entered an empty house, and shook and strafed the cold earthen stove, while habitually humming a small tune.

A long-bodied greyhound burst out of the stove hole like lightning, bit the driver's genitals, and tore it desperately, as if he was crazy.

The driver howled in pain, and the six workers rushed to the rescue with hoes, and beat the gray dog into meat sauce in one go, but the dog's head that bit the driver's body was full of anger and never let go.

A worker brought a big knife and cut off the dog's head, but the dog's mouth still bit the human flesh to the mouth.

The driver, because his injuries were too serious and he bled too much, not only did he cry for half an hour after the gray dog died, but he was also dragged by the bull head and horse to complain to the lord of Hades.

There was a driver who drove a Dongfeng car, who had diarrhea at night, relying on his strength and boldness, holding a flashlight in one hand and a two-foot-long threaded steel bar in the other, and went to the temporary toilet in the wasteland.

More than a dozen workers rushed to the rescue, and the man's intestines had been dragged into the wilderness by a white village dog.

It turned out that the driver had a problem of "prolapse of the anus", and the large intestine would fall out half a foot long when he defeted, and the village dog who seemed to have been waiting for a long time seized the opportunity to bite the large intestine that fell out and ran away, and as a result, the entire large intestine of the person was pulled out of the body.

Of course, the man also endured severe pain for half an hour, and then died with his eyes wide open - the man liked to eat dog meat the most, and when he entered Yuhuang Village, he hanged a stray dog by trapping him, and boiled soup and drank it.

He doesn't take the life of a dog, and the dog doesn't seem to be his life.

The other two died in the dog accident, one was the eldest son of the contractor, and the other was a butterfly warbler who made a fortune on skin and flesh wherever he could.

A man and a woman both died in their beds, and they all died horribly.

The man's lower body was bitten by the village dog, and the woman's upper body was bitten beyond recognition by the village dog.

Because they were "powerful", they naturally lived in makeshift "villas", which were far away from the workers' residences, and were only discovered after they had died for a day and a night.

Those village dogs, after becoming lost dogs, seemed to have gone crazy because of grief, attacking the workers, elusive, and unguardable—most of them bit the workers to death and ran away, and a few chose to die together.

It was some ordinary village dogs, but the foreman saw the tragedy again and again, called the government, and the government sent fifteen special police officers into the village to clean up the village dogs, but the village dogs disappeared like ghosts, and not even a single dog hair could be seen.

The SWAT officers held a secret meeting, put some fragrant poisonous meat around the village, and then went back to the city.

In less than three days, the workers' gate picked up 28 village dogs that had bled to death at the head of the village, moved together at the call of the foreman, poured gasoline on them, and then let the excavator dig a deep pit and bury them.

Of course, eight of the twenty-eight dead dogs had strange charms tied around their necks, and the workers had no one to recognize, so they could only secretly guess and panic, believing that it was the eight village dogs with charms that attacked the workers and died.

Three workers were so frightened that they didn't even settle their wages and didn't carry their quilts, so they left Yanhuang Village, never daring to return again, and even when they mentioned it to others, their voices were hoarse and their faces turned pale.

However, there were still a large number of workers who continued to pour into Yanhuang Village, because they heard about the horrors in Yanhuang Village, which aroused even greater curiosity: Who put the charms on those village dogs?