"La Niang is kind-hearted, I will spare you." The long-tongued ghost decided not to be entangled with Yu Sheng.
"Don't go." Yu Sheng waved over his head.
"What are you doing?" The long-tongued ghost suddenly turned around, and she threw the long tongue up and hit her on the neck.
She stared for the rest of her life, don't think that the hanged man is easy to bully, she is the master who dares to end her own life.
"The food next to it is delicious, you can try it." Yu Sheng said.
He felt that it was not easy to be a ghost. He couldn't be tricked here, and he was also Lao Yu's old customer.
"Special", the long-tongued ghost spit a mouthful of blood to show his disdain for Yu Sheng's words and his cooking skills.
"Try it again, I swear to God, it's really good." Yu Sheng said.
"How about a try?" The long-tongued ghost trusts others easily, which is why he ended his life in the first place.
She flicked her long tongue, rolled up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth. When she took a bite, the soup overflowed, and she couldn't help but curl up her tongue and suck it into her stomach.
"Good time." The long-tongued ghost was so shocked that he flicked his tongue and rolled in three or five more, regardless of the heat.
"Did you make the fourth choice?" The long-tongued ghost's words became even more unclear. Seeing Yu Sheng nodded, "Why don't you be so big?" she said.
"There is a difference only when there is comparison. After you taste the meatballs, don't you think they are so delicious?" Yu Sheng said plausibly.
Aunt Qing glanced sideways at Yu Sheng, and she realized that shamelessness and arrogance are indeed hereditary.
"Oh," the long-tongued ghost nodded. Now she understood Yu Sheng's good intentions, but she still said, "That's too difficult."
"Yeah", she tasted something else, showing an expression of surprise, and simply sat on the steps and refused to leave.
Yu Sheng turned around and saw Cao'er coming over with a plate of vegetables, and then said to the gourd floating behind him: "Just stand here and bask in the moon."
The Calabash Ghost stood still obediently.
It wanted to resist just now, but soon discovered that as his ghost power increased during the ghost walking day, the speed at which the gourd absorbed the ghost power in his body also increased.
When the last dish was put down and everyone was gathered, Ye Zigao and Hei Niu were still fighting each other.
"Okay, let's eat." Yu Sheng waved to everyone to sit down.
But this meal was not peaceful. Just after Yu Sheng took a few bites of food, another curse came from the door of the inn: "Who the hell is so wicked?"
The long-tongued ghost sat on the steps and gloated, "The third one."
Before Yu Sheng could put down his chopsticks, he heard someone scolding the long-tongued devil: "Go away, let me teach them a lesson."
Yu Sheng waved his hand and asked the ghost to go down and greet him. After a series of "bang bang" sounds, Yu Sheng looked out and saw a fat ghost limping away.
"What a damn bully ghost. Today is a ghost day." The fat ghost turned around and said, "You are a mischief-maker and you will be punished."
The water weeds on the body of the ghost flickered, and the lame fat ghost ran away in a hurry.
Where there is a third, there is a fourth, and where there is a fourth, there is a tenth.
When Yu Sheng finished eating, the long-tongued ghost had already counted "four-four", and Yu Sheng didn't know whether it was forty or fourteen.
Most of the ghosts who come to the town still remember the croquettes served in the inn, and they stuff them into their mouths when they see them, causing many ghosts to fall prey to them.
Many of these ghosts were familiar to Yu Sheng. In the past, when Lao Yu asked him to go back to the house early, he would often open the window and peek.
Of course, many of the ghosts who were recruited took the opportunity to enter the inn and cause trouble, but they were all taught a lesson by the demon ghost, and the long-tongued ghost watched happily.
She is also bad. When others taste the croquettes and feel nauseated, she never reminds them that the ones next to them are delicious. Instead, she eats them with relish and watches the fun.
Of course, there were some ghosts who tasted the food next to them first and were immediately captured by the delicious food.
Although he felt even more disgusted after tasting the meatballs, he became more tolerant and sat next to the ghost with the long tongue, enjoying the delicious food and watching the ghost lively.
"Fifty-five." While admiring the moon and chatting with everyone, Yu Sheng listened to them count to fifty-nine in unison.
Now there is no need for Yu Sheng to repeat it, everyone has heard it. Originally, the power of ghosts is strong today, and it will be much easier to penetrate the boundary between humans and ghosts.
Everyone leaned close to the beauty and looked around, "Hey, I saw a ghost." Cao'er pointed at the archway and said.
Yu Sheng almost thought that Cao'er had a pair of eyes that could spot ghosts like him, but when he saw it, he realized that it was a skeleton walking over.
This skeleton's eyes glowed eerily, its bones were pale in the moonlight, and there was a "crunching" sound of worn bones when it walked.
Hearing the ghosts sitting on the steps counting in unison, he walked over with puppet-like steps, "What are you doing?"
"Counting the stars in the sky." A ghost said with a smile.
The skeleton looked up at the sky and saw two moons in the sky, round and bright, covering up all the stars.
"It's as bright as day, but there are no stars?" the skeleton said, picking up a croquette and throwing it into the skull.
"Sixty." The ghosts clapped their hands, as if they had achieved an incredible achievement.
The skeleton chewed the meatballs, moved its head and looked at them, "What sixty?"
"It's not sour, it's not sour." The long-tongued ghost swung his long tongue, "He has no tongue and can't taste it. It's not sour."
A strange light flashed in the skull's eyes, "Why doesn't it count?"
He hates it most when people say that he is no longer a ghost, just because his soul is attached to the skeleton. Ghosts don't recognize him, and people don't recognize him either, making others neither human nor ghosts.
"How do those meatballs taste?" Yigui asked him.
"Not bad." The skeleton chewed it up, swallowed it, and then dropped it directly to the ground.
"Hey", the ghosts despised him.
Yu Sheng said loudly: "I think what this ghost brother said is very insightful."
The ghosts raised their middle fingers to him. One ghost held up an arm. The broken arm was still bleeding. He raised his broken arm and also raised his middle finger.
"Let's count it as half a ghost." The ghosts on the steps said after discussion.
"It's actually quite unpalatable." The skeleton sat between them.
"That counts as sixty." The ghosts accepted him.
"What about your moral integrity?" Yu Sheng refused to accept it, and it was rare for someone to swallow the meatballs.
The ghosts ignored him, and the long-tongued ghost swung his long tongue and said, "Why don't we judge the most difficult and best offerings?"
"What a good idea." A group of bored ghosts agreed, "Let's evaluate it before going to the ghost market, and buy a sign and hang it up in the ghost market."
"Da da", when they were making an agreement, a ghost came over leading a ghost horse.
The ghosts waved to him, "Cartman, come and try the most delicious offering this year." They pointed at the meatballs.
"Cartman?" When Yu Sheng upstairs heard this, he said to Feng'er and Ghoul, "Quick, quick, a rickshaw driver is coming."
Humans have a human world, ghosts have a ghost world, and on ghost days there are also cart drivers and the like.
Feng'er and the ghost jumped directly from the attic. Yu Sheng greeted the two disabled ghosts in the inn, "Coachman, they use horses."
After asking, Yu Sheng was surprised, "By the way, why does the coachman only have one horse? Where's your coach?"
"It's dead." The coachman looked up and replied, then asked in surprise: "He can see us, why?"
The long-tongued ghost flicked his tongue and said, "Let (the ghost) know."
The ghost next to her threw the tongue on her face and said, "You just give it."
"Oh, then I don't know if I give it to you." The long-tongued ghost corrected him.
When they were struggling, Feng'er generously gave the coachman two pieces of paper money and said, "No need to change."
After that, they grabbed the reins and got on the horses.
"It's generous enough." The coachman smiled and raised his hand to look at it. He was dumbfounded, "Is this paper money?!"
He thought it was a bank certificate, as paper money was rarely used in Yangzhou.
"Hey", the coachman shouted quickly, but the two ghosts had already ridden away on the same horse.
"The money is not enough, the pay is too little." The coachman shouted in the middle of the road, but the two ghosts couldn't hear him. Maybe they did?
"Isn't this enough?" Yu Sheng saw it during the day when he was helping Feng'er rob it. "It has a piece of paper printed on it."
The coachman shook the paper money and said, "This thing is worthless now. People in the Central Plains burn it to death all day long. They have already burned their hair."
The driver threw the paper money to the others, "It's not enough to buy a ghost grasshopper."