As soon as the tongue-pulling ghost left, he immediately snorted, and shrank timidly, as if the swollen pig urine bubble had burst a hole, holding his stomach with both hands, and couldn't stop smiling bitterly.

After years of hard work, the gut-pumping ghost has seen through the sophistication of human feelings, and has also learned to leave the impression of strength, confidence and happiness to others, and leave the sorrow and pain to himself to chew silently.

Exposing one's truth in front of a poor dead ghost either means that he is not taken seriously at all, or that he has completely trusted him.

The poor ghost saw that it was a trusting attitude, sighed, handed over the remaining artemisia paste, and said indifferently: "Half eat it, and wipe the wound!"

It could have been prevented from being eaten by the intestinal ghost, but it would be unreasonable not to take the opportunity to "retaliate" if she didn't take the opportunity to "retaliate" after beating away the poor dead ghost Mao Changsheng to the underworld.

The gut-pumping ghost had seen the skills of the poor ghost, and was convinced of the poor ghost's words, so he pulled a ball of artemisia paste and put it in front of his nose to sniff, licked it with his tongue, and said with a sad face: "It smells so bad and bitter, and it smells of urine, I'm worried that I won't be able to eat it!"

The poor ghost said casually: "Only when you eat hard can you be a ghost, and if you smell stink, you are a great hero." ”

This old-fashioned nonsense once again played an inspirational role, and the gut-pumping ghost frowned, and swallowed a stinky ball of artemisia annua with a "grunt".

In an instant, the intestinal ghost felt a fire in his belly, and he was so uncomfortable that he jumped up again and again, not eight zhang high in each jump, but also seven zhang high, and after jumping five times, he fixed his feet, and his eyes were as big as peaches, as if he was pinched by another more powerful ghost, and was pinching him to death.

How can this be? More excited than taking Viagra?

The poor ghost was taken aback, and immediately came to his senses from his trance, and said tremblingly: "Is it so comfortable? There is no need to jump high like this, and there is no need to have a sports meeting! Is it uncomfortable? I can't die for the time being? I don't need to die like this! Hurry up, rub the remaining elixir on the wound outside my intestines!"

The intestinal ghost grinned in pain, his stomach and intestines slowly contracted, and he quickly wiped the wound carefully with Artemisia annua paste, and when he wiped it until there was only the last sesame-sized hole left, there was no trace of Artemisia annua paste.

"Oh, it hurts! It hurts! I can't even do it!" ......"Oh, it hurts! Hey, hey, hey...... Hahaha...... Hehehe...... Am I going to have a precious son?"

The gut-pumping ghost let out a particularly loud and unusually terrifying laugh, which spread in all directions, frightened the birds to fly, frightened the poor ghost to tremble, retreated and hid behind an overgrown grave, crouched down and shrunk into his neck, and did not dare to come out.

The boss is crazy, what else can he do but stay away?

The big guy is the most difficult to serve, if you don't hide at this time, when will you stay?

As soon as the poor ghost hid invisibly, four evil ghosts suddenly appeared in the four directions around the intestine ghost, southeast, northwest, and laughed-

"Hahaha......"

"Hehehe......"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

"Hehehe......"

This breath, this laughter, is actually learning to smoke the intestines.

Learning from other people's tones, learning from other people's laughter, is either involuntary reverence or unbridled teasing.

This is obviously teasing, and there is no half-reverence feeling.

The gut-pumping ghost was irritable, but his mouth was full of nonchalance and said: "Okay, the excitement is coming! It seems that the representatives of the eighteen layers of hell have already been dispatched! Skinners, stone mills, hanged ghosts, and beheading ghosts, you elites of the four hells, who have always traveled alone, will join forces to attack tonight?

"What else, of course, get rid of the strongest competitors first, and then reason!" replied the hanged man, with an understatement, and a strange voice, constantly scratching his head, "It is difficult to make a fortune alone, and sometimes you have to cooperate." ”

Oh, there's a big head and a big belly coming? Just go to the peach blossom luck, and it's going to take the canopy luck again? Good luck continues!

When the poor ghost heard this, he was apprehensive, and he poked his head out and looked closely, only to realize that the four evil ghosts were different and all of them were violent.

The skinners are a male ghost, roe deer, except for the crotch covered by a piece of animal skin, the rest of the parts are bare, the ten toes of the two soles are each more than a foot long, sharp as eagle claws, and the fingers are longer, no less than two feet, also sharp as eagle claws, radiating a faint light.

The skinners kept their hands and feet, busy, and kept tearing off the flesh and skin on his face and throwing them away, but the flesh soon grew back again.

In the blink of an eye, the skinners had torn three times, but the flesh and skin were forever bloody, never finished, bloody to the point.

An evil ghost who treats himself like this, concocted the same way as other ghosts, of course will not be merciful, and the vest of the poor ghost will be cold for a while.

The stone mill ghost is a fat female ghost with short hair, and her appearance is the same as that of the cook girl who can be seen everywhere in the world, but there is a white stone mill on the front chest and a white stone mill on the back chest, all of which are slowly turning, and the blood can't stop flowing out, making a noise, but it doesn't drop.

It was obviously a form of torture, an old trick of the stone grinder, but the stone grinder's white and bloated face was filled with a strange smile, as if a lover was caressing her in public.

The spinning stone mill was obviously a cruel weapon, and when it was applied to his ghostly body, it would definitely not taste good, and the poor ghost couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

The hanged ghost, the poor ghost has seen it before, it is a female ghost with white cloth clothes and pants, with a black rope around her neck, she stretches out her unusual hand about five feet long, and keeps hanging her neck, her blood-red tongue sometimes spits out, sometimes retracts back, her body is constantly spasming and twitching, but her face keeps squeezing her eyebrows, she looks very naughty and proud, as if hanging herself is her original good game, there is no one before, and there is no ghost after her.

However, this hanged ghost is not the stupid and vain big-breasted hanged ghost who has invested a lot of silicone, his body is very slim, and his face is very attractive - of course, his appearance can be more than 70 points, which is two points less than Mr. Jingwei's Chinese score in the college entrance examination.

This ghost looks a little cute, but when he is hit by the black rope in the neck, he will not feel "cute", and the poor ghost can't help but touch his neck and swallow his saliva, as if he has a cold and throat.

The beheading ghost was an unkempt man, who seemed to be very sloppy, but he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he was elegant, and he waved a machete without a tip in his right hand, spinning incessantly.

The sharp edge of the knife cut off the neck of the headhopper again and again, and his head fell into dust like a watermelon.

However, as soon as one of the heads of the beheaded-cutting ghost fell to the ground and disappeared, one of the heads grew out unconsciously, and he had to worry about cutting it again.

Beheading, beheading, repeating, continuously, in just a few minutes, the head has been cut off more than ten times.

The beheading ghost dutifully chopped off his head endlessly, and he looked proud, as if he was doing the most sacred revolutionary work in the underworld.

Such a cold executioner, the poor ghost looked at it a few more times, and couldn't help but want to find a secluded place to pee - panic, it would make the ghost urinate frequently.

"There are strange things every day, and there are a lot of them tonight!" the poor ghost muttered to himself, feeling very frightened, and pretentiously touched the ground, trying to find a weapon to take advantage of, but he touched a lot of dumb artillery left by a filial son and grandson, and he was overjoyed and greedily collected it, "With these treasures, my Mao Changsheng is Lao Tzu, and you evil ghosts can only be regarded as grandsons." ”

The poor ghosts were busy in secret, and the demons were not idle.

The stone grinder stared at the intestine pumping ghost's slowly flowing out and bulging belly, and said with satisfaction: "

We've been looking for this opportunity for a long time, and now we can easily eliminate you as an opponent. Do you know what you've eaten? You've eaten Artemisia annua, which is a healing medicine in the yang world, but a highly poisonous medicine in the underworld, and although the ghost will not die, it will make the ghost's limbs weak and go crazy and comatose. Such a good opportunity is a great opportunity for you to be wiped out. ”

The gut-pumping ghost glanced at the poor ghost's hideout, looked slightly uneasy, and said, "It seems that you have been planning behind your back for a long time, but you may not be able to do anything to me. My brother doesn't look amazing, but the real ghost doesn't show his face, and the appearance is not a real ghost, with him, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible. A ghost who can make eighty-one holes in the intestines of a gut-pumping ghost, think about it, it will not be easy for you to be wiped out?"

When the four uninvited ghosts heard this, their grimaces changed color slightly, and they looked together at the place where it seemed that rats were haunting.

The poor ghost was admired, his heart was overjoyed, and he knew that the target had been exposed and could no longer hide, so he simply staggered forward, scratched his scalp, coughed dryly, and said in a low voice: "Brothers, sisters-in-law, hello!