The old lady with cat face was about to bite Zishou's head when she saw him picking up an Ultraman mask from the ground and said seriously: "Do you think this is your face?"

Cat-faced old lady:???

No matter how you look, it doesn't look like my face, okay?

Also, where did the Ultraman mask come from here!

"Young boy, since you can't find my face, then put your face..." said the old lady with a cat face gloomy.

"Finished, do you think this is your face?" Zishou picked up a smurf's mask from the ground and said seriously.

Cat-faced old lady:...

Meng De, is it safe?-

"No! Young man, give me your face!" The old lady with cat face couldn't bear it anymore, and she stretched out her hands gloomyly and stretched out her face toward Zishou's face.

"Bang!" Zishou took a random shot of the cat-faced old lady's hands to the side, and said, "Then I will continue to look for you, and I will find it for you."

The old lady with cat face looked at her dislocated hands and was confused. Is this man so strong?

No! I am a ghost!

How could he dislocate his arm with one palm?!

Looking at Zhu Jin, the little girl next to her, who was sneering and fearless, the cat-faced old lady couldn't help swallowing her saliva. It seemed that these people couldn't afford to offend them?

Why don't you leave directly?

"Old lady, do you think this is your face?" Zishou raised his head, took out a mask of Sun Wukong, and said seriously.

The old lady with cat face was determined to retreat and nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, thank you, young man."

Zishou caringly handed her the mask and asked her if she wanted to wear it.

The old lady cat-faced endured a lot of complaints and gradually realized that the man was playing tricks on her and said, "Thank you, young man, I'm leaving."

"Old grandma, are you leaving?" Zishou was stunned and then said, "Don't you want to share the same bed with me tonight?"

Cat-faced old lady:@#$%...

Have you played this joke enough?

"Okay, since you are leaving, I won't send it away." Zishou shook his head and said.

This evil star... was finally able to leave... The old lady with cat face breathed a sigh of relief as if she was pardoned. When she turned around and was about to leave, she was held back.

The old lady with cat face turned around in a daze: "Is there anything else? Young man."

Zishou said: "Old guy, have you forgotten something? Pay the account first!"

"Opening? What's the account?" The old lady with cat face was stunned.

Zi said impatiently: "I don't need money to help you find faces? Five hundred yuan, thank you for patronizing!"

The old lady with cat face looked at the three masks, and then looked at Zishou with an arrogant look, and slowly blew one out of her heart?

It’s not that she thinks there is something wrong with her, but that she thinks there is something wrong with this young man.

Three masks for horse stitching for five hundred yuan!

You should put this blackmail the elderly!

I am a ghost after all, so I will ask who dares to blackmail me in the ghost world!

Is your mother looking for death?---Are you looking for death?

The old lady with cat face showed an unkind look, looked coldly at Zishou pulling out a bright long sword from his lungs, and said, "My old lady with cat face is also a little famous on this street, for 500 yuan."

Is it still affordable, WeChat or Alipay?"

Zishou said: "I don't use those things. Young people use QQ. Hurry up and transfer the money to me!"

Zishou took out the mobile phone he had borrowed from the crowd just now, and then transferred all the balance from the old lady's mobile phone.

This place can transfer money without signals, which is really unscientific... Zishou secretly complained.

Cat-faced old lady:@#$%...

The old lady with cat face twitched and said, "Young man, can I leave now?"

Zishou said, "Okay, you go... Alas, wait, I seem to have turned too much, I will turn it back for you, grandma."

"No need..." said the cat-faced old lady.

"My son never cheats and bullies others with power. The extra money will be returned to you. Grandma, don't treat me like that kind of person." Zishou patted his chest and picked up his phone and started operating it.

"Thank you guys."

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief. Although this person was a little profiteer, she was quite honest when she said that it would be as much as possible.

I lowered my head and found that I received a red envelope on my phone:

[qq red envelope] "Proletarian red envelope", no matter which version of mobile QQ is used, the red envelope cannot be checked, because the fruits of the proletariat cannot be given by others, but are achieved by oneself.

Cat-faced old lady:@#$%...

I am really sorry for my mother!---I am so fucking unhappy!

Watching the old lady on the cat face leave, Zishou inserted the green lotus sword into the lung leaves, smiled and said, "The ghosts here are quite humane, and they can even transfer money."

The tourists behind him were sweating coldly.

Never seen someone who can blackmail things from ghosts, this big brother, a fierce man!

Of course, if they were told that the man in front of them who looked at the flowing air was a great saint, he would feel that his worldview was collapsed.

Zishou continued to lead the team forward. The reason why he did this was not to be slouching, but to deliberately relieve the suppressed and tense atmosphere.

When teasing the old lady with cat face, she naturally also saw what era she was, but she found that she was actually a modern ghost.

This made Zishou wonder, who is the owner of this space? What did these evil spirits want to do?

Zhu Jin said: "The further you go, the greater the pressure, and I feel that a quasi-saint powerhouse will appear soon."

Zishou said: "It's not a feeling, but it's already appeared."

At this moment, a sound of depressing joy came from the front.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people were carrying the coffin while sprinkling paper money, and came over to cry.

The crying sounds were sorrowful and sad, and the sound of sorrow was earth-shaking.

The tourists changed their color and felt their scalp numb.

Because those who carry coffins, those who spill paper money and those who play music are actually paper people.

Paper man made of white paper!

The paper man is lifelike, with a bright blush on his face and looks charming and gloomy.

The coffin in the middle is black, about twice as large as the ordinary coffin, making people imagine that the coffin is filled with a giant corpse.

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The strange crying sounds came from the mouths of the paper, making people creepy.

"King Qin Guang's funeral is here... Idle people are leaving..."

Among them, a boy made of paper screamed in a sharp voice.

Everyone was so scared that their faces were pale and full of fear that they hurriedly retreated to the side of the road.

Zishou narrowed his eyes slightly: King Qin Guang’s funeral?

What the hell? King Qin Guang died?

King Guang of Qin, the head of the Ten Kings of Hell, is in charge of the first hall.

However, King Guang of Qin is actually not a ghost, but an immortal.

The immortal died and was buried with a paper man holding a coffin. This is something that was unheard of.

Seeing the funeral procession coming towards this side, Zishou suddenly walked to the middle of the road in a scattered manner, and then took off his pants.

"Peep, pee, and you urinate into the sky!"

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, sprinkled a bowl of soup, looked up at the bright moon, and lowered his head to wipe his crotch!"

Everyone was completely stunned!

Zhu Jin was also confused and widened his eyes and looked at Zishu's actions. When did Chu Jiangyue become so rogue?
Chapter completed!