Fu Yang is accustomed to carrying some cash when he goes out, so he has about fifteen hundred yuan in his wallet.
Hooray, hooray!
The ghost that looked like a pale boy turned into a gust of wind again and rolled up the dozens of one hundred yuan bills. It seemed that he wanted to open the curtains and fly out with the money...
This is strange!
Ghosts actually come to steal money used by humans?
You must know that to ghosts, only paper money and ghost coins are useful. The real hard currency in the underworld is ghost paper made by ghost paper masters like Wang Jian.
Fu Yang and Mr. Xiong may think that they are talented and bold, so they both sleep like pigs.
The evil ghost opened the curtains with a roar, and when he was about to open the window, the little turtle sleeping on Mr. Xiong's undulating white belly woke up.
When the little thing raised his head, two turtle eyes, no bigger than a mung bean, actually shone with a faint bright green light in the darkness!
This green light is so astonishing that if you look carefully, it almost feels like it is sucking in people's souls...
The little turtle stared straight at the young ghost who was trying to escape with Fu Yang's money.
It sensed great danger and immediately did not dare to move!
He rolled up more than a dozen pieces of money and hung them in the air, neither advancing nor retreating. He just froze there in fear, and all the red ones fell to the sofa again...
Snoring, snoring...
Mr. Bear was sleeping happily, and the cat's mouth was as big as a pig's mouth.
One of the red renminbi just fell into its open mouth.
Snoring...cough cough cough!
"Fuck! Who dares to sneak up on me while I'm sleeping? And stuff something into my mouth..."
The dead fat cat yelled, sat up with a purr, and coughed violently.
Then he took out a wet hundred-dollar bill from his mouth with his paws.
"Money? Who the hell put money in my mouth..."
Mr. Xiong complained, and when he looked up, he saw the little turtle on the sofa with his head raised. There was also the ghost suspended in the air that did not dare to move.
"Oh! It turns out it's really haunted? Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, get up and look, it's really haunted!" Mr. Xiong went to wake up Fu Yang happily, feeling as excited as watching a play...
At the same time, about two hundred meters away from Bailing Hotel.
Inside a dark and damp alley.
There are three sneaky guys gathering here.
They were all dressed in tatters, and their dirty clothes looked like they had never been washed.
They were actually three little beggars!
One of them looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a ripped peaked cap on his head, and a pair of sneakers on his feet that had been washed white. There was a cross-shaped scar on his pretty face, which slightly weakened his appearance.
The youthful atmosphere is a bit more vicissitudes of life.
The other two little beggars were even younger, about six or seven years old, and they were jumping around and calling him.
"Brother Xiao Le, did Brother Xiao Long steal the money? I'm so hungry."
"Yes, yes, I haven't eaten for a whole day, and my stomach is growling with hunger."
It turns out that the eldest brother of this little beggar is named Gu Xiaole, and the other two younger ones are called Da Wa and Er Wa. They were all named by Gu Xiaole himself, and he didn’t know if he had ever watched "Calabash Baby"...
Gu Xiaole touched their heads, his eyes shining with love.
"Big baby and second baby, be good. Your brother Xiao Long will be back soon. When he comes back, we will have money and can buy meat. Let's have a midnight snack, okay?"
"Oh, great! Eat meat. I haven't eaten meat for many days."
The eldest baby and the second baby both spun around happily.
Gu Xiaole comforted his two younger brothers, then walked a few steps forward and came to the entrance of the alley.
He looked outside carefully.
Looking up from his angle, he could just see the building and signboard of the Bailing Hotel, which was also almost facing the corner room window on the fourth floor.
The evil ghost who went to steal the money was actually sent out by him!
That is the "Brother Xiao Long" in the mouth of Dawa and Erwa...
"Hmph! In this world, it is unkind to be rich. Those who can afford to live in the Bailing Hotel are rich people. Let Xiaolong steal some money from them. That is robbing the rich and giving to the poor. There is nothing wrong with that."
Gu Xiaole thought with a sneer.
But he was also a little nervous.
Because Xiaolong has been gone for a long time, why hasn't he come back yet?
If you usually go to the corner room to steal the residents' money, you should be back soon.
It's impossible for someone to report a crime like this when a ghost steals money. So he doesn't worry about being discovered or caught by the police...
"Maybe the resident slept a little late?" Gu Xiaole thought to himself, and waited hopefully.
On the other hand, inside room 404.
Fu Yangzheng looked at the young ghost trembling in the air with fear.
He had just been woken up by Master Xiong's paw. After beating the fat cat several times, he saw the money scattered on the ground and the ghost hanging in the air.
After asking Mr. Xiong and thinking about it for a while, I roughly understood what was going on.
"But the strange thing is, why do ghosts steal people's money?" Fu Yang pinched his chin.
At this time, he had released the powerful spiritual aura of being a master of the Dao Sect, and the ghost became even more frightened. There was actually a tearful expression on his face - of course, it was impossible for real tears to come out.
"You are so stupid, Mr. Fu! If a ghost steals money from living people, he must use it for living people. There must be a demon behind it who is instructing this guy to steal money. Do you know how to make money, Mr. Fu?"
Mr. Xiong had just been beaten by Fu Yang and was very unhappy. He glared at him sideways and never missed any opportunity to ridicule.
"This kind of lowest-level wandering soul only retains a small amount of memories from his life, and his intelligence is that of a four- or five-year-old child. He can't even speak! Which demon would be willing to go to such trouble to imprison such a low-level spirit? Face?
Ordinary people with slightly tougher horoscopes can toughen it up."
Fu Yang frowned, still feeling a little strange.
I can't control my curiosity.
So without saying much, he directly cast a "Tracking Talisman" and slapped it on the back of the young wandering soul. Then he waved his hand and made a "you can leave" gesture.
This wandering soul was incomplete and had the intelligence of a child. There was no doubt that he was there, and he flew out in a swish...
"Let's go! Let's go out and see what is behind it. It even dares to steal my money!"
"Oh! Mr. Fu has a very strong tone. Why can't you steal your money? I was shocked by a piece of money just now... Oh my god, it makes me sick."
Mr. Xiong muttered and was hugged by Fu Yang, then he closed the door and rushed out. (The first update is here!)