A corpse lay lying aside, with messy hair scattered in a ball, and next to it were a few pieces of rotten mats.

The flesh on the face of the corpse was either eaten away by wild dogs or picked up by crows, leaving only bare bones and dark eye sockets.

One hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed the messy hair, and the other hand reached into the arms of the corpse.

"This man is most afraid of poverty! He is a poor man when he is alive, and he is also a poor man when he is dead. He doesn't even have any oil or water." Mao Shanming groped for a long time on the corpse, shook his head, and squatted in front of another corpse.

He came down, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are dead anyway, so I will ask you to borrow some money to spend. It is useless to keep this money with you, and you can't take it there."

Then, Mao Shanming naturally took up the business of touching corpses.

"Uncle Ming, I didn't find it there."

"I didn't find it either."

Dabao and Xiaobao floated behind Mao Shanming, with their hands in a pool, but there was nothing on them.

"Oh, another night of hard work was in vain. Now the dead are poorer than the living, and each one is worse than the last!" Mao Shanming got up from the ground, curled his lips and said: "Let's go to the next mass grave. I

I still can’t believe that I couldn’t find a single coin this night!”

Then Mao Shanming said hey again, "If you still can't find a copper plate, that means it means..."

Dabao answered: "It means we can continue to cheat."

"Hehe, that's right. A living person can't urinate to death. You can't make money from a dead person, so you can only make money from a living person." Mao Shanming took out an umbrella from his back, "You two come in first."

Dabao said: "Uncle Ming, it seems someone is coming."

Xiaobao said: "Yes, I also think someone is coming."

"Is someone here?" Mao Shanming was startled and said, "At this point, he must not be a good person to come to this mass grave!"

Xiaobao asked: "Uncle Ming, what should I do?"

Mao Shanming smiled and said: "Old rule, if you are a good person, try to blackmail him less. If you are a bad person, then hehe."

As he spoke, Mao Shanming turned over and hid behind a grave.

"Sir, there is a mass grave ahead." Xiao Hong looked around and pointed.

Jing Zhou nodded and walked with Xiao Hong for a while.

These days of war and chaos, there is no shortage of corpses. It is just a good time to ask him to try this corpse poison technique.

Jing Zhou glanced around and saw several half-rotten corpses lying on the ground, with burial clothes scattered around in pieces. He didn't know whether they were bitten by wild dogs or torn apart by humans.

"Um?"

"Someone came here just now." Jing Zhou's eyes fell on a corpse.

Xiao Hong asked doubtfully: "Has someone come here just now?"

Jing Zhou pointed to a corpse in front of him, "Do you see any difference in his clothes?"

Xiao Hong said: "The clothes on his chest seem to have been turned over."

Jingzhou smiled and said, "It's not a seeming thing, it's a certainty. Look at the soil next to the corpse. The freshly stepped footprints are still wet."

Mao Shanming's expression changed as the cat stood aside, and he thought to himself: "Does this guy have cat's eyes? Can he see clearly even if the black light is turned off?"

He lowered his head and glanced at the ground, which was pitch black.

In this kind of night, let alone footprints, even if you place a stone on the ground and look at it without leaning against the ground, you may not be able to see it.

"Uncle Ming, let's go, there is a ghost next to that man."

"Yeah, that guy looks like he's not easy to mess with."

"Xiaobao and I together may not be able to beat that female ghost."

"If we're discovered, we'll all be in ruins."

The sound of Dabao and Xiaobao came from the umbrella.

Mao Shanming curled his lips and taunted in a low voice: "You two are still ghosts, one is less courageous than the other!"

"No matter how powerful he is, can he be compared to my Uncle Ming? How powerful can this female ghost be? If she pisses off Uncle Ming, let's see if I accept her!"

Dabao, Xiaobao, Uncle Ming?

Mao Shanming?

Is this "Mr. Phantom"?

Jing Zhou heard a whisper in his ears, and a flash of lightning flashed in his head.

What the hell!

This is something I can actually encounter in Shijia Town, Mao Shanming.

Shouldn't this guy be helping Mr. Tan catch ghosts in Tanjia Town?

After all, a family always needs to be tidy!

"Uncle Ming, I feel like this person is not easy to mess with."

"How about we sneak away quietly?"

The big treasure and the little treasure in the umbrella each say one sentence.

"Not easy to mess with? How ferocious can it be? Can it be more ferocious than a ghost?" Mao Shanming hummed twice. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, but he was afraid of people?

In this world, he, Mao Shanming, is not afraid of anything but poverty!

He is a dignified Taoist priest from Maoshan, but he does not have hundreds of thousands of oceans on his body. How ridiculous is that?

After thinking for a moment, Jingzhou looked around, his eyes fell on a grave more than ten steps away, and he said playfully: "Your butt is raised so high, like a mother-in-law who gave birth to a baby, because you are worried that I can't see it.

you?"

"Discovered?"

"No way!"

Maoshan Mingdi cooed a few words.

Dabao said: "Uncle Ming, I really found you. He is looking at us."

Hearing Dabao's words, Mao Shanming was shocked at first, but after all, he was Lao Jianghu, and he suddenly calmed down.

Mao Shanming patted his clothes a few times and stood up from behind the grave.

Mao Shanming looked at Jing Zhou, then at Xiao Hong beside him, and thought in his heart that this female ghost seemed to have a much stronger ghost aura than the little ghost he raised.

Could it be that this female ghost discovered him?

No way!

There is something covering his body.

Seeing Mao Shanming standing on the ground in a daze, Jing Zhou ignored him and started digging slowly on the ground.

Mao Shanming is a charlatan sorcerer. Although his name contains the word Maoshan, he has not learned even half of the Maoshan technique. He is not good at the technique, but he has endless tricks. He often cheats with his two ghosts to eat and drink.

Compared to Mao Shanming, a half-empty warlock, business matters are more important.

There are ghosts, monsters, and zombies in this world, and his cultivation level is very poor, so he must have some means of protecting himself.

With Xiaohong here, he is not afraid of meeting the ghost Jingzhou. After all, powerful ghosts are either taken away by ghost messengers or recovered by Taoist priests. The ghosts that linger in the world are not powerful.

It's just that this world not only has ghosts, but also zombies.

Zombies are not within the three realms and cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation, so they are much more powerful than ghosts.

For example, the royal zombies were so vicious that even Taoist priest Qianhe was killed. In the end, Shimoku and Ikkyu took action together, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of them.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty, the exorcist demon once gave him a volume of corpse poison. Corpse poison is a witchcraft. Although it requires a lot of spiritual energy, in the scene

Zhou Xianglai, combined with the soul expelling bell, can also exert some power.

Now he wants to give it a try.

"It's amazing, it's amazing, little brother, you are actually digging a grave!" Mao Shanming came to Jing Zhou's side, looked at Xiao Hong, and then was attracted by Jing Zhou's shovel.

He originally thought he had met a colleague who was touching corpses at midnight, but now he saw that his steps were obviously longer than his.

Instead of touching the corpse, they dug the grave directly!

Is there any money to be made in digging graves?

Taking another look at Jing Zhou's gown, which was probably worth two or three ocean dollars, Mao Shanming felt shaken.

Looking at my clothes that I have worn for two years and reluctant to throw away, it seems that I feel a little poor after touching the corpse.

After thinking for a long time, Mao Shanming rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Little brother, I think you should stop digging. The dead people in this place are poorer than the last. Even if you dig for a long time, you won't be able to dig out a copper plate!"

"If you want to dig graves, you have to dig in the mountains. How about digging the tombs of wealthy people? Do you want Uncle Ming to give you some advice?"

"As the saying goes, when Yang comes, there is a thin line, and when Yin comes, there is a piece of it. If the Yang is not a line, it will not be restrained, and the Yin will not be comfortable. This is the ability to find the dragon's acupoints..."

Jingzhou chuckled: "I'm not short of money."

If he hadn't known the plot, he might have actually believed Mao Shanming's words.
To be continued...