Six hundred and seventieth eight chapters old pervert
"Wha, what?" The old ghost was startled.
When he saw Yu Sheng let go of his hand, he quickly turned into a ghost.
He reached out and touched the top of his head, and sure enough, there was a grass growing on top of his head. He tried to pull it out and said, "Ouch," but the excruciating pain made him unbearable.
"What, what is this!?" the old ghost screamed.
However, after turning back into a ghost, only Yu Sheng and Feng'er could see him, and no one else could see his embarrassment.
Feng'er stretched out her hand and pulled the grass on the old ghost's head. The frightened old ghost hurriedly dodged, "Go away, go away, men and women cannot be intimate."
Feng'er had no consciousness of being disliked.
She looked at the old ghost with great interest and said, "Men and women are allowed to accept each other but not be intimate. Is this what you should say? Isn't that what you think in your heart?"
The old ghost glared at Feng'er and said, "What are you talking about? I'm already this old and I can't treat you..."
As he said that, the old ghost was attracted by Feng'er's phoenix crown. He looked up and down at Feng'er, "Don't tell me, you little girl is really quite lovely..."
"Pa", the old ghost covered his mouth, and his true thoughts came out as he spoke.
"Bah," Feng'er spat, turning back to Yu Sheng and saying, "He's still an old pervert."
Yu Sheng ignored her and turned around to see everyone looking confused, looking around for the old ghost's shadow, and asked: "Can't you see him?"
Cao'er nodded, "This is the magic of Lao Shi Cao, it can become invisible along with its host."
"Then if the shopkeeper isn't around, wouldn't he just run away quietly?" Hu Muyuan, who was sitting next to the long table making dumplings, turned around and said.
"Don't be afraid," Cao'er snapped his fingers, "As long as this happens, he will have to come back to me obediently, otherwise he will have an unbearable headache."
Behind Yu Sheng, the old ghost who was tiptoeing toward the door stopped, looked back at Cao'er, and was heartbroken for a moment.
However, even if he paid tribute to the lost freedom in his heart, Feng'er, who was always chattering beside him, would not let him go, "What are you thinking about now?
"I want to die."
"Why, you have already died, and you will never die again." Feng'er said.
"It is precisely because I have died that I want to die." The old ghost cried sadly.
Death means that he will always be restrained by Cao'er, otherwise the heartbreaking pain will always be with him, making him unable to wish for death.
Having the freedom to choose to die is also a kind of happiness.
"This is a bit convoluted, why?" Feng'er continued to ask.
"I..." The old ghost, who was forced out of his grief, turned to look at Feng'er, "Can you stop asking so many questions about why?"
"Why?" Feng'er was puzzled. She had been holding back the curse for a long time, and now she felt happy to ask "why".
"There is no why, there are so many whys, can you shut up and don't ask why?" The old ghost broke out and attacked Feng'er like a violent storm.
Feng'er took a step back and looked at the old ghost quietly, seeing that after he finished venting, his chest was still bulging.
The old ghost thought he had frightened Feng'er, and he couldn't bear it. He tried hard to swallow his anger. "Forget it, for the sake of you dying as a newlywed, I..."
"It doesn't matter." Feng'er waved her hand considerately and continued to ask: "But, why?"
"God, kill me, let me die." The old ghost violently pulled the grass above his head as if punishing himself.
"I told you, you won't die." Feng'er said, "By the way, what exactly did I ask just now and why?"
"How the hell do I know?" The old ghost squatted on the ground with a sad face. The heartbreaking pain at this moment was nothing compared to the mental damage.
Yu Sheng looked back at the two of them and thought to himself that these two ghosts were a perfect match.
One is a talkative person who asks why without knowing why, and feels comfortable doing such useless work.
The other is to tell everything you know and to tell everything, and you have to tell anyone what is on your mind when asked.
Since the old ghost couldn't run away, Yu Sheng simply ignored him and turned around to politely refuse the money handed over by the villagers. However, Uncle Shi and the others insisted on giving it.
"You were deceived because of us, you must keep the money." Li Zheng said.
"No, just let Maomao go to the tree hole later and get back the copper coins hidden by the old ghost." Yu Sheng said.
After hearing Yu Sheng's words, the old ghost felt that he had no love for life and could not die.
They were rejecting each other in Yu Sheng when suddenly the sound of pigs braying came from outside, and at the same time someone shouted, "Put me down, put me down quickly."
"That big liar!" Everyone recognized the man's voice and rushed out of the inn in unison.
As soon as they stepped out of the threshold, a white shadow flew past with a "whoosh". Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and then they saw the white shadow return again.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that the white shadow in front of them was Arsenic. There was no one on its back, and it was staring at Yu Sheng and them with its small eyes.
"How high are the leaves?" Yu Sheng asked.
Arsene didn't say anything, but a "humming" sound came from the stone bridge. Everyone followed the sound and saw the man who had cheated money lying in the quagmire.
"Wow", the villagers gathered around the man regardless of the light rain and covered the man tightly.
The man had just wiped the mud off his face, looked up at the sky, and after seeing everyone's faces, he grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on his face.
"Hello, fellow countryman, where are you?" The man's accent changed.
"Hey, you don't recognize us anymore." Yu Sheng rolled up his sleeves and said to Pork Jiu, who always had a butcher knife in his waist, "Uncle Jiu, cut him."
"Where to cut?" Pork Jiu held the handle of the knife. Although the butcher's knife was rusty after killing an unknown number of pigs, it was full of murderous intent.
"Cut the whip." Yu Sheng aimed between the man's legs, "Just in time to patch it up for Uncle Gao."
The senior high school student waved his hand hurriedly, "No, I'd better give this to Gouzi."
"Okay." Zhu Zhujiu took out the butcher's knife and took a step forward.
"No, no, I was wrong, fellow villagers, I was wrong." Seeing that he couldn't be deceived, the man hurriedly clasped his hands together.
"Is it enough to be wrong?" Yu Sheng looked at him condescendingly.
"Yes, money." The man went to get it from his arms, but he didn't take it out for a long time. He said embarrassedly, "Well, I hid the money in the hole of the tree."
"What?" Yu Sheng's eyes widened, and Uncle Jiu took another step closer with the butcher's knife.
"Stop, stop, listen to me." The man gulped, thinking that it was true that poor people came out of poverty, and they would eunuch if they disagreed with him.
"After I was caught, I was thrown on the back of a pig and carried back before I could get the money and return it to you. It's not my fault." The man said innocently.
This should be true. Yu Sheng took the opportunity to ask: "Where is the person who arrested you?"
"You're riding behind, right?" The man was not sure either.
He was confused when he was caught, and even more confused after he was thrown on the pig's back and the world was spinning.
"Sir, tell me the truth, your pig is really powerful." The man admired him sincerely, "I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have never seen such a fast pig."
The road was so fast that he never found a chance to come down, fearing that he would fall and die if told.
"That's right, we are just a pig standing in the wind, just short of flying." Yu Sheng said, and murmured in his heart: "Ye Zigao didn't ride a horse."
He muttered for a while and didn't know why. He looked at the man and said, "Since I didn't bring the money..."
"Then let me go and I'll get the money back." The man said for Yu Sheng.
"You are so beautiful, how can I spare you my life if you dare to deceive me?" Yu Sheng rubbed his chin, thinking of a way to punish this liar.
"Feed him grass and let you eat grass." A suggestion came from behind.