The poor ghost saw through the middle-aged man's thoughts, sighed, and nodded frequently to himself: "Yes, a manly man, you should raise your eyebrows!

Thinking that he had never even had a woman in the sun, he was angry and hateful, and stomped his feet three times, and spat vigorously - forgetting that his spit was a panacea, it was really a tyrannical thing.

Despite the intertwining of feelings of envy, jealousy, hatred, etc., the thought of a large reward for every person saved made the poor ghost busy again.

There are really a lot of people who have suffered from ghost disasters.

After the skinners, hanged ghosts, stone mills, and beheading ghosts quietly entered the village, they began to commit vicious acts on a large scale, and suddenly their claws flew, the ropes flew, the stone mills rattled, and the machetes whirred and saw.

As a result, those ignorant and powerless villagers were brutally poisoned, and the elderly, children, women, and old men who did not go out without work fell into bad luck and became innocent victims.

All the victims started with a dull ache, and as time went on, the pain and discomfort became more and more intense.

At the time when the poor ghost rescued him, the children began to suffer incessantly, the old man began to hum constantly, and the women all looked depressed and listless.

The poor ghost was busy rushing to treat the seriously ill victim, blowing at the woman's stamina, spitting at the man's face, gently brushing the baby's chest and back, or punching the old man in the back.

Victims who have been touched by poor ghosts are always safe and sound in the blink of an eye, and their faces are smiling.

It was a sacred work, and the poor dead were not frivolous, especially the women, who did not touch their sensitive areas in the slightest, like a good doctor with high medical ethics and conscientious duties.

Of course, those men and women who hate and have committed evil in private, the rescue methods of the poor dead ghost are a different matter - this kick, that stumbling block, and then a slap to the other, and the victim who is touched will be as good as ever.

There was even a victim of evil who went to the toilet, and the poor ghost secretly pushed him, and the man fell into the dung pit, got up and cleaned it, and suddenly cheered: "Strange thing, my condition has improved greatly! Dung water can cure all body pain, this is an ancestral secret recipe, I want to carry it forward!"

Faced with this situation, the poor ghost always laughed so much that people turned their backs.

The poor ghost is busy saving people, and of course he is also busy keeping accounts - although nostalgia is important, money cannot be sloppy.

Every time a person is treated, the poor ghost ties a knot in his long hair to represent it, in case the accounts are not clear, and the gut-pumping ghost asks for evidence, and does not pay the salary.

This ancient "knotted hair account", of course, comes from the ancient "knotted rope account", although it is a little clumsy, but it can be the most conclusive evidence.

No one had ever taught the poor ghost this operation, and when the poor ghost used it cleverly, he felt that he was the most creative lonely ghost, and he was so happy that he was dazed for a while.

The 100 people who were immediately treated were all hanged ghosts, beheading ghosts, stone grinding ghosts, and skinning ghosts, and there were no special symptoms, which made the poor ghosts feel very relieved, believing that there were no more hellish ghosts involved.

After the four evil ghosts did evil, they had been beaten away by the gut-pumping ghost and the poor dead ghost, and they should not come for the time being, which made the poor ghost rescue him with less scruples.

The poor ghost's method of curing the villagers seems to be simple, that is, blowing, stroking, or spitting, and it can be done, and it feels like making money is simply picking up leaves.

However, as the number of people increased, and as time went on, the poor ghost became more and more weak, and felt that blowing a breath was like climbing a mountain, stroking a boulder was like lifting a boulder to the top of the mountain, and spitting was like carrying the boulder back to the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the poor ghost realized that every time he treated a person, he would spend a cent of his ghost power, and those spent ghost power could not be bought back by money, but could only be accumulated by years of cultivation.

The poor ghost was a little sad and regretful, and wanted to give up his plans to continue treating the sick, and no longer tied knots in his long hair, feeling that he would be ruined if he treated another patient.

However, seeing the white-haired old man scratching the flesh and skin on his body incessantly, seeing the baby waiting to be fed breathlessly and dying, and seeing the beautiful village girl constantly pulling her tongue desperately out, her whole face was distorted and deformed, and she saw ......

The poor ghost thought that these suffering people could all be from his own homeland, and that only he could relieve their pain at this moment, struggled again, to get closer, to touch, to blow or spit the last bit of saliva from his dry mouth.

When the two hundred and thirteen people had been treated, that is, the last one had been treated, the poor ghost felt that he was about to be scattered with the wind, hungry and light-headed, and smelled the freshly opened ham meat stir-fried by the family on the side of the road on the oil pan, and his heart was filled with joy, and he staggered over.

"I've worried so much about the villagers, it shouldn't be too much to eat some white food!" thought vaguely, the poor ghost stepped into the door of the villager's kitchen, but a basin of dirty water that had been washed vegetables splashed in his face, soaking wet all over his body.

At this time, the poor ghost realized that he had lost his ghostly power, and was powerless to become invisible, and appeared in the village, a wandering beggar who looked like a dog, and anyone and any beast could see him—his long hair hung down from the ground, so dirty, so strange, and he was the most incredible of the wandering beggars, but fortunately he still had a human form, and he could not frighten anyone to death.

"Get out!" A young and menacing young woman shouted in disgust, took out her mobile phone, and made a call, "Village Chief Gu, come quickly, there is a terrible monster here, scaring me to death......"

This young woman, not long ago, was in the agony of being harassed by the stone mill ghost, and looked so miserable and pitiful, like a helpless rabbit, but after being rescued by the poor ghost, she soon forgot everything and became like a tigress—the change in man was truly astonishing.

The poor dead man smiled wryly and stood still, trying to see how terrible an ungrateful man could be.

With the roar of a motorcycle, a two-wheeled motorcycle suddenly arrived, quickly stopped, and a man about thirty-five years old, short and lean, with a serious expression, stepped down.

This man, the village chief Gu Tian, has an ordinary appearance, but there is a sacrosanct smell on his body, and the poor ghost is a little timid, he took a step back, and almost tripped over the steps.

Gu Tian looked at the poor ghost, showed a slight look of surprise, and then asked towards the kitchen, "Yan Xiulian, do you have hot dishes on the stove?"

"Yes," Yan Xiulian looked excited, her face was full of spring, and she shook her exposed chest groove - after making a phone call, she immediately took off her coat to reveal her thin underwear, "Come into the house and eat with me, I just fried a large plate of shredded pork with green peppers, and just cooked a big bowl of cabbage and tofu soup." ”

"Okay!" Gu Tian agreed, pulled up the poor dead ghost as light as cotton paper into the kitchen, sat at a small table with a tiled iron frame with cooking rice, pulled the rice cooker casually, scooped up a big bowl of white rice, and put it in front of the poor dead ghost, "I don't ask you where you come from, I know at a glance that you are almost hungry, you are full, where did you come from, go back, something big is going to happen here, it is not advisable to stay for a long time." ”

The poor ghost was stunned for a moment, grabbed his chopsticks, lowered his head and swallowed the rice like a cloud.

"Village Chief Gu, are you finally willing to enter my house?" Yan Xiulian's eyebrows were flirtatious, her tone was lingering and ambiguous, and she didn't pay much attention to the poor dead ghosts, as if they didn't exist, "The handsome guys in the village have all finished working, except for you, there are only some bad old men in their seventies and eighties...... Alas, my man has been gone for three years, the house is so lonely and lonely, and terrible things have happened, how can life come to an end? Alas, everything is very boring. Village Chief Gu, there are sixty or seventy young orphans and widows left in the village, and it's all up to you to come and go night and night......"

Gu Tian was originally sitting, stood up suddenly, and said coldly: "If you want to live a life where husband and wife are inseparable, you have to be willing to be poor, and if you want to live a decent life, you have to keep lonely." Men are desperately trying to earn money outside, all in order to change the poor face of a family, and if a woman thinks and acts nonsense at home, she is a beast with no heart and no liver. Yes, I come and go in the village every night, not to do anything dirty, but to prevent it from happening...... Whoever wants to be indiscriminate, whether it is a man or a woman, my Gu Tian's fist will not be spared. ”