The long-tongued ghost rolled his tongue and grabbed the paper money in his hand.
"Mosquito legs are also made of (meat), so don't use them for free," said the long-tongued ghost.
The coachman ignored her and looked up at Yu Sheng, "Now ghosts also pay with copper coins. The horse just rented out for a night was worth a hundred cents. Look..."
"One hundred cents a night!" Yu Sheng was shocked. This forced him to sell one-tenth of the Qinmu wine.
"This is a crazy horse. Not only is it fast, it can also cross obstacles in houses." The driver stretched out his hand and said, "Hurry up and pay."
"Well," Yu Sheng laughed dryly, "Actually, I don't know those two ghosts. No, I can't see ghosts at all. Who is talking to me?"
"You brat, you dare to play tricks with ghosts, you are impatient." The coachman's expression changed, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to get through the door to cause trouble for the rest of his life.
"Just kidding, here you go." Yu Sheng would not be so stingy that he would default on his debt, "Just wait a minute."
He turned around and asked Aunt Qing for a hundred coins and threw it to the coachman.
The driver caught it, weighed the weight and said, "Thank you."
He easily picked up a ball, chewed it and spat it out, spraying it right on the face of the long-tongued ghost sitting on the steps.
"Bah, who is so wicked? I'm sorry. This is too delicious. The person who offers this to ghosts is so wicked." The coachman apologized and condemned at the same time.
"Sixty-one." All the ghosts clapped their hands, but only the long-tongued ghost wiped his face and said angrily: "Apologizing is of no use. Why should the ghost Tiansi do it? Pay for it."
The long tongue almost hit the driver in the face, and the spray of blood made the driver wash his face.
"Yes, a penny can buy you some peace and quiet." The driver, who had just made money, threw a penny to the long-tongued ghost.
The long-tongued ghost caught it and said, "Yuan Niang, you are here."
The coachman also sat on the steps and said to the ghosts: "This is definitely the worst restaurant tonight. He actually dares to open an inn."
"I don't think so." A ghost next to him threw a soup dumpling to the driver. The driver looked at them suspiciously, "Is this even worse than meatballs?"
"You'll know after you try it." The ghosts smiled mysteriously.
The coachman carefully opened his mouth, as if it was not a bun but a mouthful of arsenic.
Although it was only a small sip, the aroma of the soup dumplings rushed into the mouth instantly like a flood from a bursting embankment, shocking the driver.
He pointed at the buns in disbelief, "This, this, is so damn delicious."
Set against the croquettes, the soup dumplings were incomparably delicious. In his opinion, the legendary flat peach was nothing more than that.
"This one is definitely the most delicious. I forgive your meatballs." The driver raised his head and said to Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng, who was talking above, replied, "Why don't you give me the money back?"
"Don't even think about it."
Yu Sheng smiled and saw more and more ghosts on the street but didn't take it seriously.
He turned back and continued: "If you ask me, Ye Zigao, you might as well follow the black girl."
"Yes, you see, the story of me searching for my husband thousands of miles away has moved all the adults." Hei Niu had the support for the rest of her life, and she turned around and proudly said to Ye Zigao.
"No, I still want to live for a few more years." Ye Zigao remained unmoved.
"You have to think about your son. If you follow Heiniu, your son will be a little dragon and live longer than you." Yu Sheng teased Ye Zigao.
He never forgot to hum "I have horns on my head and a tail behind me".
"Pa", Aunt Qing interrupted him with a slap, "Shut up, what you sing is worse than a singing song."
"Also, what kind of misfortunes are you lucky about and what misfortunes are you happy about?" Aunt Qing glanced at Yu Sheng.
Yu Sheng rubbed his head and muttered: "I was just teasing you."
At this time, ghosts came from downstairs and clapped their hands, "Seventy-two."
Before Yu Sheng could poke his head around to see which unlucky guy had been tricked, a voice rang out: "What are you doing around here?"
The voice sounded familiar. Yu Sheng and Aunt Qing looked at each other, and Yu Sheng suddenly looked over.
"It's you!" Yu Sheng was surprised and lost his voice. He saw Po Meng, who was wearing a white Luo shirt, standing in front of the incense table, curiously looking at the ghosts.
Po Meng raised her head and smiled: "It's me."
Behind her stood a group of ghosts, some were in ragged clothes, some were dead in misery, some were sallow and thin, none of them could stand up to the scene.
Yu Sheng said cautiously: "What are you here for?"
Po Meng rolled up the long hair on her forehead with her fingers, "If you don't want to do anything, come and meet the beautiful son of an old friend."
She turned back to the ghosts and said, "Quick, try the offerings at the inn. If they don't taste good, destroy their shop."
This is the rule of Gui Xingri. It's not because she is making things difficult for others, so the rules will be invalid, right?
A group of ghosts rushed up from behind and almost knocked over the table.
"Pay attention to your quality!" Po Meng shouted, "Have you forgotten what I taught you?"
The ghosts who had just huddled together suddenly formed two long queues, and each ghost walked up to taste the offerings on the incense table.
The coachman on the steps said: "What a loss. I knew I would be ruined by these people. I should have eaten more."
"Hush, Ripper is in the team obediently. We can't afford to offend him." One ghost pointed at the other ghost.
This ghost had a huge back, its belly had been cut open, and its intestines were dragged on the ground.
He was in second place. When he went to get the food, his intestines were stepped on by the ghost behind him and he almost fell.
"Be careful, you're fucking stepping on me." Ripper Li turned around and said angrily.
"Your mother, or my mother?" the ghost behind asked weakly.
Ripper Li was startled and stretched out his hand to grab the ghost, "I asked you to..."
"Quiet, my mother!" Mrs. Meng waved her hand, and the intestines of the open plum jumped up suddenly, wrapping around the open plum like a snake.
"Sir, my lord, I, I was wrong." Li Li, who was in pain, quickly admitted his mistake, and then Po Meng let him go.
He stepped forward to take a soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, exclaiming in surprise: "This dumpling is too, too..."
"What's too much?" Po Meng looked at him happily, a child can be taught.
"It's so delicious," Ripper said.
Po Meng's color suddenly changed. With a wave of her hand, her intestines wrapped around the disemboweled plum again, "I have forgotten my teachings!"
"But, but, it's really delicious." Ripper Li said.
Another ghost tasted a meatball and his face changed color, "Bah, bah, it's so damn unpalatable."
"Look, look, this is called loyalty." Po Meng pointed at the ghost and said to Ripper Li.
"Sir, my lord, I, I can't lie." Ripper begged.
Only then did Po Meng remember that Ripper Li had been disemboweled for lying and had become a ghost in her obsession with regret.
If he lies again, the entire regret or obsession with pursuing honesty will disappear and he will immediately enter reincarnation.
But if she let him go like this, where would she put her face as the God of Shuo, the Lord of all ghosts, and the guardian of the ghost city?
When she hesitated, the ghost who had just tasted the meatballs picked up the soup dumplings again, took a bite and couldn't help but said: "Ah, it's so good..."
He quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late.
Yu Sheng said in the attic: "You are indeed loyal. Po Meng, have you gathered such a ragtag group of people in the past few days?"
Meng Poxin said that the good ones have been picked up by the witch court a long time ago, and you don't let me kill innocent people indiscriminately. What can I do but find such a group of people?
"Where are those martial arts souls that you have seduced away? Why don't you let them come out to find trouble?" Yu Sheng searched condescendingly.
"What kind of martial artist?" Po Meng said disdainfully, "I don't want to seduce my soul, I just kill him."
Yu Sheng was startled, "You didn't commit that case?"
"What case?" Mrs. Meng was confused, picked up a soup dumpling and threw it into her mouth.
"No, it's nothing, just..." Yu Sheng shook his head.
"Hmm~" Mrs. Meng interrupted Yu Sheng while she was chewing something, her eyes showing a look of surprise.
The ghost waiting in line next to him had just swallowed the soup dumplings. "It tastes terrible," he said loyally, but he reached out to squeeze the dumplings again.
"Go away, don't eat it if it doesn't taste good." Po Meng slapped him away and picked up another soup dumpling.
The people waiting in line at the back were startled, wondering whether this should be said to be terrible or delicious?
I couldn't figure it out, so I walked up to it cautiously, but before I could taste it, I was slapped away again, "It's all my mother's, get out of here."