dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Just when Xin Lianshan was feeling distressed about the wine bottle, Chang Baye told him the most important things to pay attention to when selling scrap products.

"Xin, General Xin, you know that with our image, we can't sell junk by ourselves, otherwise we will easily give away the money we receive."

"So we have to ask others to help us after we pick it up... But don't ask for help from the little guy, he will deduct a lot of handling fees!"

"Sometimes we work hard for half a month, but it's not enough for him to deduct, and we have to owe him money!"

"Chao'er and Little Fatty are honest people. You'd better ask them for help... If it doesn't work, you can also ask Liao Ping."

"It's just that he doesn't want to go. He says he's afraid that others will know that he is an upright person and bring money to his ancestors..."

There was no words all the way, and when a long insect and a ghost arrived at the scrap collection station in hiding, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Where will people be open during this time?

When Chang Ba saw it, he realized that he had made a common-sense mistake.

It doesn't matter if I make a trip in vain. Anyway, the big insect is used to being diligent.

But the kind-hearted Chang Ba felt very embarrassed because Hao Gui was busy with Kong.

"N-what, General Xin, I'm sorry, Xiaoba, I didn't expect it to be like this... Why don't you go back first, I'll take care of you here."

"Wait until dawn to sell scraps. I'll tell you after I find out."

How could a career veteran like Hao Gui Xin Lianshan complain about his favorite minister for such a trivial matter?

So instead of getting angry, he took out two kilograms of pig head meat from his arms and happily gave half of it to Mr. Chang Ba.

And he sat down on the ground with the big worm, and filled two glasses with the fake wine "Chrysanthemum Village".

"Master Ba, what you said is a surprise. If you hadn't led me, I wouldn't have known there was such a way to get rich."

"Let's just wait here for dawn. Anyway, my husband is resting and doesn't need us to take care of him."

"We're just going to have a drink together... Actually, I've wanted to treat you to something to eat and drink for a long time, but I'm just too poor to afford good things."

"The famine hasn't even ended yet!"

When it came to returning to famine, Chang Baye and Haogui Xin Lianshan immediately had a common topic.

So while "cursing" Mr. Chen for his wickedness, black heart, and high interest rates, you and I drank one cup at a time... In fact, it was all the ghosts who were drinking by themselves.

Our Mr. Chang Ba is a good man who does not smoke or drink, and is diligent and thrifty in running the house.

Hao Gui is responsible for drinking, and Chang Baye is responsible for scolding Chen Daji... because Hao Gui does not dare.

It's not that he's worried that Mr. Chang Ba will spread the word and gossip behind his back, but that Hao Gui knows that the young general is magical, and there may be some way to know that he is scolding him behind his back.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be terrible... at least he'll get a beating!

Just drinking and cursing, I don’t know how much time passed.

Hao Gui, who knew what was going on, asked: "Baye, if you are sleepy, please take a nap first and I will just watch."

"If you don't mind, I'll take off my shirt and spread it on the floor for you."

Big Changchong has always been respectful to others. When has he ever been so respectful?

Hearing this, he was about to slap his head and refuse, but suddenly he heard a strange laughter coming from the distance.

Laughter floated into the ears of the big insect along with the cold wind, making him shiver involuntarily.

Subconsciously, he jumped into the arms of the ghost: "Xin, General Xin, if I read it right, Xiaoba, this scene must be haunted, right?!"

As the newly promoted top ten shady commanders, the ghost Xin Lianshan certainly knew that it was haunted.

Hearing this, he nodded immediately, and did not forget to flatter his favorite: "Yeah, um, congratulations, Master Eight!"

"If you hadn't reminded me in time, I wouldn't have known it was haunted."

Chang Baye is just honest, not stupid. Of course he knows that General Xin is flattering him.

But in this "dangerous" time, the big insect didn't dare to be too polite.

"Xin, General Xin, should we hide...it would be bad if we delay someone else's haunting..."

Of course, the shrewd Akuma will continue to flatter him to the end:

Upon hearing this, he immediately stuffed the last bite of pork head meat into his mouth, licked every drop of the cup and stood up.

"Xing Baye, I will listen to you little devil...wait a minute..."

"Eighth Master, I suddenly thought of something that makes me unhappy: I am Yin Shuai, and you are the strongest man in the world... a fierce worm."

"Logically speaking, we shouldn't be hiding from ghosts. The ghosts should be hiding from us, right?"

"Don't say it's just a mere evil ghost. Even if it's the Four Great Judges and the Five Ghost Emperors, we don't seem to have to hide... At the very least, just treat them to a drink..."

Chang Baye was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then felt that it seemed to make sense...

"Xin, General Xin, there is nothing wrong with what you said. We will listen to you."

"That's it, it's better that we don't show up. After all, it's not good to delay other people's haunting."

"What if someone has something urgent..."

The big ghost Xin Lianshan: "..."

Of course, the shrewd Xin Da Nao would not disobey his favored minister, so he packed up his things angrily and went to the withered grass on the roadside with Da Chang Chong.

Of course, Chang Baye is sitting cross-legged and Hao Gui is lying down.

Just as Yi Gui and Yi Chang Chong were hiding, the evil ghost from a distance slowly floated towards them, dragging a blood-stained sack in their hands.

He dragged it all the way, leaving a long blood trail, and stopped only when he walked straight to the door of the scrap station.

Seeing this, Xin Lianshan couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "Eighth Master, I have little experience, and I want to ask you for advice."

"Well, when you were picking up rags, were there any evil spirits trying to steal your job?"

When Chang Baye heard this, he quickly raised his head to show that it was not the case, not at all!

If there were, I would not dare to do it anymore even if I am picking up rags to make money...

After getting Chang Baye's reply, Haogui Xin Lianshan became even more puzzled.

Since you're not here to sell junk, then why are you running to someone else's buying place in the middle of the night?

Don't say it's a food delivery...

At this moment, the closed door of the scrap station suddenly opened slowly.

The extremely cold and biting Yin Qi flowed out like black smoke and spread everywhere in an instant.

The ghost Xin Lianshan was startled again when he saw this: the last time he saw such tragic resentment and yin energy was in the torture hell.

Such scenes are rare even in the Yin and Yang world, let alone the human world.

And... And the city god here is Grandma Mai. With her old temperament, she will definitely not neglect her duties, let alone let the evil ghost be ignored just because it is powerful or has a backing.

When it comes to backstage, who can be as terrifying as the small courtyard...

Just as Xin Lianshan was thinking about it secretly, a penetrating voice came from the scrap yard.

"Send you something, come in and talk..."

The ghost outside the door heard the conversation inside, and walked in dragging the bleeding sack.

"Are you going to collect the heads of the dead people you just killed? How?"

The evil ghost poured out the contents of the sack as he spoke, and it immediately rolled all over the floor.

Upon closer inspection, there were exactly five heads—heads with faces full of terror and a look of death.

And judging by their bloodline and aura, these five are still a family.

Now being harmed by evil spirits, they all died together...