There are no eternal friends, and there are no eternal enemies, where the interests are, and the heart is like a lily in the wind.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng left the intestine-pumping ghost Meng Haodong, only to feel full of loss.

He lazily walked through the nominal Yanhuang Village, lazily looking at the decent people in the eyes of the peasants.

There were several policemen coming, dozens of policemen coming, and when I heard the wind, I could hear the purpose of the policemen's busyness.

The excavator in the mountains and forests dug up the dead people, can the police not come?

An excavator, a behemoth, disappeared from the mountains and forests for no reason, fell to the edge of the pond in the village for no reason, and was hung high in the middle of a giant tree for no reason, can the police not come?

In the face of the unsolvable mystery, the police inducted, reasoned, assumed, full of flaws, and justified themselves, and were too busy to say.

The police came to a serious conclusion, and Mao Changsheng listened to it in his ears, and he only felt extremely funny and ridiculous.

The relationship between people and ghosts is already complicated enough, but the relationship between people and ghosts is even more complicated and inconceivable.

In addition, because of people's innate inferiority, they are so stubborn, so face-loving, so self-righteous, so superstitious in authority, and dealing with ghostly things, and the result is even more difficult to get close to the truth.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng listened to it and put it aside, thinking only about the fragrance of the scissors ghost plum, and suddenly felt an unprecedented dilemma.

He didn't want to continue to make a fuss, so he went back to the old bag in the store.

Under the sun, those little-known little ghosts have long disappeared, and even those well-known hell star ghosts have retreated.

After the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong lived, the tomb where the crow peck ghost Hai Weiyang lived again was empty, and Mao Changsheng floated in.

The right is a post station, and if you can rest for a while, you can only do it.

Mao Changsheng lay down, thinking that he would fall asleep, but after lying down, he found that his body was very weak, but his heart was very excited, and he couldn't fall asleep.

In the darkness, gathering and dispersing are impermanent, friendship is also so impermanent, longing for eternity as the basis, everything is fickle, everything is absurd, everything is nothing.

Thinking of the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong, Mao Changsheng was suspicious and reborn, and couldn't help but find out the memory card that should have seven million.

This deposit card was handled by the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong, and the password was also told to Mao Changsheng by the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong, who had checked the Yin Shen Credit Union before, and the stored dark currency was not only a lot, but also seemed to have dozens of extra interest, and now it seems to be reliable, so it is unknown.

When a "friend" becomes an "enemy", how reliable are the secret things handled by that "friend"?

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was originally like other poor ghosts, he was very suspicious, he had experienced many changes, and out of lessons and lessons, his suspicion increased unabated, which was a normal thing.

So, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng sat up with outstanding speed.

Is the Pluto still in its own right?

In the past, even if they were lost, it was not a big deal, but now it is not what it used to be, and after making up 10 million, I will go to see the Lord of Hades and treat the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang.

In the eyes of Lord Hades, 10 million dark coins is definitely not a big number, but for Mao Changsheng, it is an astronomical number that he has been wishful thinking about for eight lifetimes.

In the eyes of Lord Hades, this is a small amount, but who would dislike the coins sent to the door? Wouldn't some billionaires drive high-end limousines to pick up plastic water bottles discarded by poor ghosts and sell them?

Alas, it's too far away to think about it, so let's confirm - whether the dark coins in the deposit card are still there!

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng seemed to have drunk a can of stimulant drink, and he couldn't be quiet for a moment, and jumped out of the tomb with a "whew", regardless of the scorching sunshine, and flew to the Yin Yin Credit Union in the dark corner of the village street like a spark.

Yin Shen credit cooperative, usually open in the dark, but in the dark, the sun does not shine once in 10,000 years, and will also be special problems to deal with, open once or twice during the day.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng shouted loudly, called the cashier sister to fidget and open the folding door, and then Yang Fengyin greatly praised the appearance of the two female ghosts, and the two little sisters smiled, and one of them asked: "What happened to shouting like this?"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng hurriedly handed over his golden deposit card, and said humbly: "I want to know: Seven million has been saved for more than half a year, how much interest is there?"

The little sister was stunned for a moment, looked at Mao Changsheng again, respectfully took the memory card, put it into the cash machine, ticked it and pressed it, and then asked Mao Changsheng to enter the password.

Mao Changsheng was extremely nervous, and he seemed to be in a hurry, and he pressed the wrong password twice in a row before it was done.

"How much is the interest?" Mao Changsheng couldn't wait to ask.

The young beautiful female ghost girl looked at the amount carefully, sighed and said, "Principal plus interest, you have nine points and nine yuan in your card." Are you going to save too many cards and bring the most irrelevant one?"

"I only have this memory card," the poor ghost Mao Changsheng's heart beat violently, and he was a little dizzy, "Beauty, please say it again, how much money do I have in my card?"

The beautiful ghost looked at the numbers on the monitor again, and said in a professional tone to please the customer: "Nine dollars and nine corners! It doesn't matter how much, if you have a deposit, you can manage your finances, and you may become a rich man." ”

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng frowned, thinking of the intestinal ghost Meng Haodong in his mind, and blurted out: "I'll fuck your mother!"

"My mother has long been reincarnated," the beautiful ghost teller said slowly, "If you have enough Hellcoin, you can consider mine!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng came back to his senses, spit on the glass counter, took the memory card heavily, and said in a depressed voice: "Thank you!

With that, he turned around and walked towards the gate of the credit union.

"Crazy!" The beautiful ghost cashier had eyes and did not know that the mouth foam of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was ten million times better than pearl powder, and scolded in a sinister whisper, wiped the saliva with a piece of paper, and threw it into the paper basket, his face was ugly, as if he had found out that he had married a eunuch on the wedding night.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng noticed this, turned around and smiled bitterly, flew up with a "whew", raised his fists from the air, gritted his teeth and swore an oath:

"I am kind, Tong Su is not bullied, whoever plays Lao Tzu is incompatible!"

Lowering his eyes, he saw a firecracker* shop on the street, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng floated in without saying a word.

There are ready-made* shops, so why not go to those deserted graves and pick up dumb artillery?

Intestinal ghost Meng Haodong, you can be complacent!

You can play anyone, you can play any ghost, but you shouldn't play the sincerity of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng.

If you work hard for you, and you dare to hide your heart and ignore yourself, take and rob you without paying, then you are destined to die an ugly death, and you are destined to lose your foothold in this world soon!

Mao Changsheng thought hatefully, and at the same time grabbed the firecracker fiercely and stuffed it into his coat pocket and trouser pocket.

Except for the corner where the hell bees slept, there were no firecrackers, and every seam of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng was stuffed with firecrackers.

This is a firecracker * shop, there are all kinds of firecrackers, Mao Changsheng specializes in picking up powerful plugs, and every time he stuffs one, his confidence is enhanced.

You are unkind, I am unjust, this is the principle of revenge in the world, and there is no change in the ghost world.

Stuffed with firecrackers, Mao Changsheng returned to the old bag in the shop, and lay down in the empty tomb, and fell asleep in an instant.

When I wake up, I am full of energy, what else can I not do? What opponent is not even?

Turtle's, if you lose your conscience, there will definitely be a good show for you to star!

(End of this chapter, trap ads have nothing to do with me!)

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