The slutty ghost is called Peng Gao, who is an old fried dough stick with a ghost age of nearly twenty years.

Peng Gao was not married before he died, and he only had one father in his family.

After his unexpected death, his father's mental and physical condition worsened.

It was about seven or eight years later, and he died.

When his father was still alive, he would burn paper money for him every year, so he didn't have to worry about food and drink.

But after his father died, he stopped offering sacrifices.

After discovering that his father was gone, he went back to look for him, but his father had already passed the seventh day of the year and followed the ghost messenger to the underworld to report.

Peng Gao was unwilling to go to the underworld because he had done something bad during his lifetime.

Since he discovered that there really was ghosts in this world after his death, he knew that it would be bad. Because the sins committed during his lifetime would definitely be settled one by one when he arrived in the underworld. He did not dare to go to the underworld for trial and punishment, so he ran away before the ghost sent him.

This run lasted twenty years.

I lived a very comfortable life in the past seven or eight years, but my life became worse and worse.

There is no way, he has to find a way to make money to support himself.

There is human currency in the human world, and there is naturally currency circulating in the underworld.

If no one worships him, he must first find someone to offer him.

So he found a woman who was short of money as his future worshiper.

As for why not looking for rich people... this sounds like another bitter and bloody history.

There are many rich people, but they have wide connections.

Generally, after this type of person hits a ghost, he will immediately spend a lot of money and find a group of Taoist monks to open the altar.

He is a little devil who has no ability. After encountering him, he can only retreat, otherwise he will be cut off by a stinky Taoist priest if he is not careful.

So he could only settle for the second best, find a worshiper who had no ability or money to find someone to deal with him.

Then he fell in love with the first worshiper, Kong Meilan.

...

After hearing the first half of his speech, Xia Zhihuai was shocked and said, "The first worshiper? What do you mean is that you have found several worshipers just like this?"

The vulgar ghost Peng Gao wanted to speak but stopped, and protested weakly: "I promised to attack ghosts without such words."

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

Seeing Xia Zhihuai calm down, Peng Gao continued to say, "Actually it's not what you thought. The first worshiper I found, who betrayed me after I made a fortune."

Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes and rolled his eyes to the sky: "How can you make a fortune by relying on you?"

Peng Gao slapped his right hand on his face. His head, which was originally covered with bags, recovered as usual, and then changed into a handsome and handsome face.

It was a coincidence that it was Xia Zhihuai sitting opposite him.

Xia Zhihuai grinded his back groove and wanted to draw his sword to "pigs and sheep".

"When I was hiding from ghost servants everywhere, I met an old ghost."

"He is really good. He taught me a skill to make a living, which is the art of face-changing."

Huang Xikong narrowed his eyes and looked at him, snorting coldly: "You have learned more than just the art of face-changing, and that old ghost is not a good guy either. Otherwise, could he help you, a wanted criminal registered in the underworld, escape his life?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong with a silence.

It seems that he is not a fugitive in the underworld. Can this person have some self-knowledge?

Peng Gao's eyes flashed, and Huang Xikong could see at a glance that he was lying. Suddenly, a sharp yin energy swept over and directly pulled him away and hit the wall. The originally solid soul of the wretched ghost immediately became much weaker.

...

As a famous prime minister of Jin State, Huang Xikong did not have a false reputation. If he had not met the tyrant of Emperor Xu, his life would have been harmonious with his wife, a peaceful family, and a virtuous man in the court, and made achievements that benefit the country and the people. Then he resigned from his post when he was old and taught to students. He did not seek eternal fame, at least he would not have written him so dirty and dirty in history.

He died in the most humiliating year, and even after his death he was imprisoned in the underground palace, making an exquisite burial object.

From awakening to the present, he is actually full of resentment and is always stained with a fire in his heart.

However, after encountering this pair of live treasure brothers and sisters, he was not completely crazy, but his mind was slowly recovering.

He could not use Xia Zhihuai as an vent, but bullying other mischievous ghosts was not a little psychological barrier.

Huang Xikong slowly released the yin energy from his body, and the temperature in the whole room dropped.

Wanwan calmly took out a piece of talisman paper from her pocket, put it on the back of Xia Zhihuai's hand, then held the Meow Meow doll and watched Huang Xikong's harsh trial.

She is not afraid of these tortures, because when she fights with ghosts and monsters, her methods are much more fierce than this one.

Uncle Huang is indeed too gentle.

Wanwan sighed silently, put her chin on the head of Meow Meow Doll, and looked at the scared despicable ghost boredly.

"Say, how do you have shadow?"

The Yin Qi in Huang Xikong's hand turned into a black python whip and fell to the floor with a slight thunder, making a creepy explosion.

Xia Zhihuai worriedly: "You are a little more active, the neighbors downstairs will complain, and I have a lot of money on the floor, don't mess it up."

Huang Xikong looked at the floor: "It won't break."

Wanwan leaned on the armrest of the sofa, her feet were raised on the other side, looking at the ceiling boredly, thinking about what she wanted to do for a while.

Xia Zhihuai compromised and sat back on his original position, asking in confusion: "Is it strange that he has a shadow?"

Huang Xikong rolled his eyes: "Nonsense!"

Wanwan was intrigued when she heard this, pointed at Huang Xikong's feet and said quietly: "Uncle Huang has no shadow. It's of course it's strange that this stupid ghost can actually have it!"

"He has more than just a doubt about shadows." Huang Xikong wrapped his python whip on his arm and lowered his eyebrows and pondered, "He has only been a ghost for twenty years, and is not even a ghost, but he can contact humans, which is very problematic in itself."

Wanwan took the initiative to literate Xia Zhihuai and explained in a silence: "It is not uncommon for evil spirits like Uncle Huang to be able to touch people. Evil spirits over a hundred years can touch people normally. But other evil spirits are not good, and they can only touch people in person under specific opportunities."

"for example?"

Wanwan thought for a while and said, "The huge house that Taoist Master with a beard took us to, contains the little ghost and the female ghost. The female ghost who follows the bad aunt cannot touch humans at all times. Only when the yin energy is strong can we contact humans briefly..."

"Chen Wan?"

Xia Zhihuai immediately remembered what happened that day.

The main thing is that those who know each other, so the memory will be deeper.

Wanwan didn't know the name, but it didn't prevent her from describing it in slightly more complicated language.

She nodded: "The female ghost sister who was captured by the bearded Taoist priest."

Xia Zhihuai basically understood, turned his head and stared at Huang Xikong at the vulgar ghost Peng Gao who was almost unable to get up when he fell to the ground.

"I advise you to give it honestly, otherwise...hehe." Xia Zhihuai immediately measured the threat.

Huang Xikong threw a whip on Peng Gao's back again, whipping him out loud and wailing in pain.

"Ao—"

"Help--"

"Ao! Give me aside..."

Wanwan posted a silent note to herself, held up two short legs, and looked at her round and pink toenails.
Chapter completed!