"The ghost creature has been spread out, let's go and join in the fun," said Huang Xikong.

Wanwan jumped off the tree and landed gently.

After Fu Ming found the opportunity to get out of the car, he immediately ran to a place farther and farther away from the little ghost.

Huang Xikong did not dare to get away too far, mainly to prevent the little ghost from killing. After all, the little thing's emotions are very unstable...

Fu Ming ran for a while and looked back and found that the little ghost was still behind him for a distance.

He felt desperate in his heart.

Turning back, I found that there was a light in front of me, and an amusement park appeared at some point.

There were people queuing up at the entrance of the playground to check tickets.

...

Fu Ming subconsciously ran to places with a lot of people. If there are too many people, the little ghost should be even more afraid of it.

He was so stupid. The little devil could only watch him outside the club window, so he should be with Meng and the others...

It's not too late now.

Fu Ming was breathing heavily and finally ran to the door of the amusement park. He looked anxiously at the people lined up in front, gritted his teeth and squeezed in from the front.

The people waiting to buy tickets behind were scolding.

Fu Ming turned around and said, "I have bought all the tickets from the people behind me, so let me go in first."

The ticket buyer and the people queuing behind him were both stunned. Although there were still people muttering, the ticket buyer swiped his card and put him in.

Fu Ming took the ticket to a crowded place inside, and did not notice any abnormality at the gate.

The woman who was just behind him was actually dyed red with blood.

The little girl holding the corner of the woman's skirt, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and her face was sickly pale.

The ticket buyer did not get a Pos machine card swipe, but a white skull.

There were people coming and going in the bustling amusement park, and the colorful lights flashed and faintly shone on everyone's ghostly faces...

...

“Heavenly…”

The male ghost lined up at the end of the line, with his scarlet tongue stretched out, looking at the human running away dripping saliva.

At some point, Wanwan, wearing tender yellow overalls, walked behind the male ghost, looked at his tongue that was about to lick his arm, and moved out disgustedly.

"Uncle, can you keep your tongue away?" Wanwan couldn't help but remind.

The male ghost turned his head and looked at the three-headed little baby who was a little taller than his knees, and was a little confused for a moment.

He subconsciously lowered his head and wanted to use his tongue to smear her white and clean face as a gift for meeting.

Wanwan took a step back vigilantly, reached into her pocket with her right hand, and took out a handful of large gold scissors.

"You dare to lick it, I dare to cut it~" Wanwan threatened with a fierce and fierce look on her cheeks.

Looking at the golden scissors, the male ghost who had completely frozen his body and his tongue was straightened: "..."

Wanwan, who was staring at him with big eyes: "..."

One big and one small confrontation at the entrance of the amusement park, one high and one low.

...

When Huang Xikong came over with the little ghost, he saw the male ghost's eyebrows and cheeks twitching constantly, and raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth with gloating smile.

"Du Lian."

Huang Xikong saw it very lively and spoke out loud to interrupt the two of them to threaten each other quietly.

The long-tongued male ghost raised his head when he heard the sound, bent down and bowed respectfully, saying, "I have met the prime minister."

Huang Xikong walked to Wanwan and introduced to her in a low voice: "This is my book boy during my lifetime."

As for why Du Lian was in his ghost world, Huang Xikong did not explain to Wanwan.

In his era, there were distinct classes and many things were unstoppable.

After his death, many of the servants who served him were buried with him.

Although Du Lian was a scholar for him, he got married at the age of seventeen or eighteen and kept following him before entering the palace.

However, before being forced into the palace, he returned Du Lian's contract to sell his body and gave him freedom.

But unexpectedly, Emperor Jin captured him and locked him up in the tomb and buried him for his life.

Du Lian later hanged himself in the tomb, and his soul never left after his death.

So after he woke up, he put Du Lian into the ghost creature.

Huang Xikong looked down at Wanwan and introduced to Du Lian: "This is Wanwan. Don't provoke her at will, otherwise I can't protect you."

Wanwan's aura that makes all ghosts fear, an ordinary ghost like Du Lian who has no strength and can only scare people may be completely destroyed once it is encountered.

When Du Lian heard Wanwan's name, he immediately put away his tongue, closed his mouth tightly, and bowed to Wanwan.

"Sir Wanwan, the villain is rude."

Wanwan held the big scissors in her arms, shook her head and said calmly: "It's okay, we haven't started fighting."

Besides, even if she fights, she won’t lose!

It's embarrassing to be unable to do it~

...

Huang Xikong watched the ticket inspector in front open the door directly, and the ghosts lined up behind entered in an orderly manner.

He also took Wanwan and Du Lian in. Buxu Buji said, "Fu Ming has already entered, so it's not that easy to think of it. He hasn't found something wrong yet, but after a while he calms down, he will definitely notice that there is a sense of incongruity everywhere here."

"Wanwan, how did you arrange it?"

Huang Xikong looked down at her. This time it was Wanwan's idea. I wonder if he could scare Fu Ming and make this guy dare not do bad things again in the future.

Wanwan smiled with a sly smile on her eyes and said mysteriously: "Of course the arrangement has been made. I have asked a lot of Guigui for help, and the atmosphere must be in place."

These are all the experiences obtained by communicating with the staff in the haunted house. Now I will try it and check how effective it is.

"Let's follow, pretend to follow behind, and see how scared he was." Wanwan suggested enthusiastically.

Huang Xikong agreed without hesitation. He looked down at the little Gumantong beside him, and he still didn't dare to release him alone for the time being.

It's too killing.

...

Du Lian followed them silently and looked at Fu Ming, who was boarding the track train in front of him with sympathy.

He looked back at the colorful lights that were just lit up at the gate. There were five colorful children's fonts - Guigui Amusement Park.

"Uncle Huang, we'll also take the track train."

Wanwan pointed ahead, and the voice touched Du Lian's thoughts.

After approaching the rail train, Wanwan's innocent and cute little face gradually changed, and two dark circles of deep eyes slowly appeared under her eye sockets, looking a little like a little devil.

Huang Xikong walked back from the toy stall next to him and put a devil's hairband on her head: "I'm pinching it with yin energy, I don't know if you can wear it."

Wanwan touched the demon's horn with red lights on her head, and smiled and said, "You can wear it."

She patted a piece of talisman paper on the hairband with her backhand, and the yin energy that was dissipating instantly condensed together again.

Huang Xikong was not surprised at all when he looked at her work.

However, Du Lian, who was following behind them, looked at Wanwan's round head in a daze, looking at the back of her face with a look of desire to speak but stopping.

That's the Yin-gathering Talisman!

Just stick it to a useless headband???

If you give them these ghosts, you can do it as a horse for Wanwan to ride.

This uneven world...it really makes the poor wild ghost so sad~

...

"Please note that the train is about to start soon, and the next stop is the Truth-Telling Rotating Cup!"

The driver at the front of the car helped his head that almost fell down, slowly pressed the radio and pulled the ringing ring.

The front of the imitation steam locomotive "Wuwuwu" sprayed out a stream of smoke, and the eight cars behind slowly moved.

Wanwan sat in the carriage, leaned against the window and looked forward.

She pointed to the front, her eyes flashed with excitement, and said, "Uncle Huang, look at it--"

...

Fu Ming, who was sitting in the front car, was looking around nervously, confirming that there was no little ghost, and leaning in the position to let out a long breath of turbid air.

He turned around and looked at the car behind him, and could only vaguely see a woman in a long red dress, sitting quietly in the carriage with her back facing her.

But looking at his figure alone was really graceful, he stared at it for a while.
Chapter completed!