The sky was already bright, and everything that was vague in the night became clear.

The houses of those villagers in Yanhuang Village have become a long-term memory, and what has entered the eyelids of the poor ghost Mao Changsheng are rows of high-rise buildings.

The bird's nest of steel and concrete has replaced those houses with many courtyards and sunshine, and everything in front of you can be regarded as a new look.

The sin in the dwelling is like the fire held in the paper, but the sin in the high-rise building is the poison in the porcelain bottle.

Construction workers have been withdrawn one after another, but people who are engaged in various businesses and developing tourism are coming in a steady stream.

Of course, there are a lot of rich people who are greedy for freshness - in addition to high-rise buildings in Yanhuang Village, there are also two-storey, strange-looking villas.

Some of the people who came sincerely wanted to buy a house to live in, some people wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to speculate, so as to make a lot of money, and a very small number of people, who were public officials, embezzled the public's money and took risks to make a fool of themselves.

In Mao Changsheng's heart, he felt mixed tastes, he couldn't tell if it was sour, he couldn't tell if it was bitter, and he couldn't feel a little joy floating on top of the high-rise buildings.

What he was thinking about was to find the gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong as soon as possible, raise 10 million dark coins as soon as possible, so that he could go to the Lord of Hades to do some work, and then see the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang as soon as possible, heal her blind and injured eyes, and let her suffer less from darkness.

In the human world, whether it is dark or light, there will be people who will appreciate the taste of it, and there will also be people who will manage the cuisine.

A wandering ghost wandering on the edge of the netherworld and the yang world, what more can he do? Take care of himself, and be able to stay with a lovely female ghost, that is enough.

Therefore, the poor ghost Mao Changsheng only had a quick glance at the prosperity in front of him, and he no longer cared too much.

In Yanhuang Village, the tallest building, counting from the ground, is nine floors, and the upper end is straight into the sky, with silver mirrors all over the body, reflecting the sky and clouds, reflecting the buildings in front of it and the mountains in the distance.

The sun came out, and the mirror of the building reflected the sunlight, which was bright and shining, and it was difficult for people to look at each other, and it was also difficult for ghosts to look at each other.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng put a cover on his forehead with his hand, blocking part of the light, before falling to the highest point of this named "Fu Lou".

The highest part of the Fu Building is an iron tower, which is used for TV broadcasting, although it has not yet been officially opened, the momentum has made Mao Changsheng a little breathless.

Listening to the poor ghosts on the old bag in the store, Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, was in the nineteenth-story building, but Mao Changchang called out for a while, and the ugly ghost called "Brother Meng" didn't let out a single fart.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng was a little angry, and entered the building through the sliding glass window, and saw that the building was empty, and there was not a single ghost in the blue light and white sun.

Mao Changsheng was disappointed, and couldn't help but suspect the nonsense of those poor ghosts.

Some ghosts are so poor that they can't afford to tell the truth.

The ghost heart is not dead, Mao Changsheng looked down layer by layer, and found the first floor of the ground, but he still didn't see Meng Haodong's ghost.

Where will Meng Haodong go?

I heard that under high-rise buildings, there will be basements, some open shopping malls, some open casinos, and some are veritable underground prostitution dens.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng thought about it like this, and continued to go down, where the sunlight disappeared, a large basement appeared, and he also saw a lot of big ghosts.

The big ghost in the shape of a biao was in the shadow of the entrance and exit, and the poor ghost Mao Changsheng just wanted to boast about it, and four big sticks that were more than five feet long and had been tied to the top with gold hoops had reached his chest unconsciously, and at the same time a broken gong slammed up: "Where did the poor ghost and lonely ghost come from, is this where you came from?"

Oh, you're not banging on a gong, you're a big ghost roaring.

Mao Changsheng took a step back and said loudly, "I want to see my brother Meng?"

The ghost with a broken voice asked loudly: "Our leader is having fun inside, and his surname is indeed Meng, but is 'Brother Meng' something like you can call him?"

Mao Changsheng was full of displeasure, and he was stopped again, and became angry: "You don't want to look down on people, I am indeed a friend of Meng Haodong, a gut-pumping ghost! You had better hurry up and report the news, otherwise you will definitely regret it in the future." What are you? I guess it's just a few bodyguards, a few watchdogs, give some leftovers and start bullying people!"

With such a threat, the broken gong's throat softened, and the giant-like body shrank into a dwarf, and he said, "You...... Do you dare to say the name of the big boss, big ...... Probably something, I ...... I'm going to report it...... Report it ......"

The ghost who broke the gong's voice was dissatisfied, and he went away suddenly, and then came back suddenly, and struck the broken gong with a frosty face: "The big boss said that he doesn't have any poor ghost friends." He also said that there used to be a poor ghost Mao Changsheng, who used to have some use value, but now he has no use value, and even if he comes, he will be gone. ”

"Okay," the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng smiled bitterly and said loudly, "Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng." For his business, Lao Tzu has both merit and hard work, and now he has come to borrow some dark money from him, but he refuses to see it, he is really sick and beats the doctor, and throws crutches across the river. ”

"Do you dare to speak ill of our big boss?" A big ghost with a chicken-headed face couldn't help but say, and smashed his head and face with a stick.

In addition, a big ghost with a dog's head and a pig's head, together with the big ghost with a rat's head and a sound like a broken gong, were not far behind, and picked up a stick and smashed it at Mao Changsheng.

The dog fights the human power, and the yang and the yin are all the same.

Mao Changsheng was furious, and he didn't use firecrackers, with the same hand, the four hell poisonous bees flew out of their hands.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, four poisonous bees passed through the faces of the four big ghosts, flew back into Mao Changsheng's pocket in a circle.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, the four giant ghosts screamed, turned into fluorescent or green smoke and dissipated, and ceased to exist.

The big stick in the hand of the giant ghost fell to the ground, but it was just four hemp rods, and Mao Changsheng stepped on it and shattered one after another.

"Hahaha......" Mao Changsheng laughed three times, and then said loudly, "Brother Meng, I am the poor ghost Mao Changsheng, you will change as soon as you have a broad face-if you have money, you don't recognize me as a poor ghost brother?"

In the depths of the darkness, a rough voice came: "A brother is a brother, and it will never change." However, I'm going to be officially promoted to the boss of the nineteenth layer of hell soon, you can't bring me bad luck! ”

The one who said this was indeed the gut-pumping ghost Meng Haodong.

Once upon a time, they were inseparable, and they refused to even see each other, the world was really hot and cold, and the ghost heart was not ancient.

Mao Changsheng held back his anger and said, "Brother Meng, is the small hole in your intestines still leaking?"

After a moment of silence, Meng Haodong laughed and said: "Brother Tuo's Hongfu is already safe and sound, and if you eat five buckets of rice porridge and three hundred cups of Hu'er wine, you won't miss a single bit." ”

I was going to make some money on this, but I could only dismiss it.

"As long as the eldest brother is safe and sound, the brother will be happy. The poor ghost Mao Changsheng sighed secretly, but his mouth was unexpectedly smooth, "I was born and died outside, luring those powerful hellish ghosts away, you recuperate with all your heart, and you will naturally be safe and sound, and your official fortune will be prosperous." Hi, congratulations!

A heavy sigh came from the darkness, and after the sigh, Meng Haodong said: "The merit of the brother is hard work, and the brother knows it in his chest. Don't say more, report the number, and the brother will give you a compensation. ”

Upon hearing this, Mao Changsheng was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

After a slight pause, Mao Changsheng said humbly: "Money is like dung, benevolence and righteousness are worth a thousand gold, our brothers and sisters talk about money all the time, it's embarrassing." Let's be honest, I found a girlfriend and asked for a dowry of 10 million......"

"Okay, congratulations! Congratulations!" Meng Haodong, the gut-pumping ghost, immediately congratulated, but his tone quickly changed again, "If you want so much money, it's not benevolence and righteousness, but buying and selling marriages, which is unreliable." Brother, there are seventeen or eighteen beautiful ladies here, and I have only slept one or two hundred times, and they are very stiff, so be thrifty, you can pick seven, and you don't want a dowry, do you think it's okay?"

Mao Changsheng couldn't help but put his hand in his pocket.

He wants to throw all the firecrackers, and he wants to throw all the hell bees.

"Brother, why don't you speak?"

"I ...... I'm so impressed!"

"You're welcome, don't be too polite—mine, yours, blessed and shared, as it should be, as it should be!"

"Yes! Yes, yes! You're too angry!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng's face was unprecedentedly ugly, and he let go of his hand again.

I haven't even seen Meng Haodong's shadow, what else can I do to him?

"Brother, you don't seem to be very happy, huh?"

"I'm so happy I don't know how to express it!"

"The mother gives it for free, and of course she has to give her brother some pocket money. ”

"I ran around for you a while ago, and I have made up seven million, and I am still three million ......"

"Three million is not enough for my overnight drink. ”

"Brother Meng is a big boss, and he has made tens of billions of dollars by building nineteen layers of hell this time, right?"

"Of course, of course, it's a few billions, it's really nothing, my goal is hundreds of billions......

Mao Changsheng was silent, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Meng, just lend me three million, and work for you in the future, and use the labor money to pay for it." ”

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say!" Meng Haodong's tone was particularly generous, "It's only three million, it's too little, it should be thirty million." ”

"Thank you! I'll do what I can and borrow only three million!"

"After five months, you come and get it, and you can guarantee a lot of points!"

"What? Five months?"

"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so I need patience to do it!"

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng raised his hand and wiped his moist eyes.

Five months, what a long time, and the daylily is also cold!

"Goodbye, brother!"

"Okay, goodbye!"

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

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