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Chapter 86 Doubtful Points
The wretched ghost is called Peng Gao, and he is an old fried dough stick with a ghost age of nearly 20 years.

Peng Gao was not married before his death, and there was only one father in the family.

After his unexpected death, my father's mental and physical decline continued.

After about seven or eight years, 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 withdrew his confession.

After finding out that his father was gone, he went back to look for it, but his father had already passed the first seven days and followed the ghost messenger to the underworld to report.

Peng Gao didn't want to go to the underworld, because he did a bad thing before his death.

Ever since he discovered that ghosts really existed in this world after his death, he knew it was going to be bad, because the sins he committed during his lifetime would definitely be settled in the underworld. He ran away before.

This run is 20 years.

The first seven or eight years were pretty good, but the days after that became worse and worse.

No way, he had to find a way to make money to support himself.

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

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

Ever since, he found a woman who was very short of money as his future devotee.

As for why they didn't find rich people... This is another bitter history of blood and tears.

There are a lot of rich people, but they also have a lot of connections.

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

He is a little kid with no skills, so he can only stay away when he meets him, otherwise he will be shaved off by a stinky Taoist priest if he is not careful.

So he can only settle for the next best thing, and find a priest who is incompetent and has no money to find someone to deal with him.

Only then did he fall in love with the first priest, Kong Meilan.

……

After hearing the first half of his words, Xia Zhihuai was shocked and said, "The first priest? You mean, you have found several priests just because of your frustration?"

The wretched ghost Peng Gao hesitated to speak, and protested weakly: "I promise to attack all those who don't use such language to attack ghosts."

Xia Zhihuai: "..."

Seeing that Xia Zhihuai regained his composure, Peng Po continued, "Actually, it's not what you think. The first priest I found betrayed me after making a fortune from me."

Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes to the sky: "How do you get rich?"

Peng Gao patted his face with his right hand, and his head, which was covered with bumps, returned to normal, and then changed into a handsome and handsome face.

Coincidentally, it was Xia Zhihuai who was sitting opposite.

Xia Zhihuai was grinding his back teeth, a little wanting to draw a knife and rush at "pig and sheep".

"When I was avoiding ghosts everywhere, I met an old ghost."

"He's really nice. He taught me a skill to earn a living, which is the face-changing technique."

Huang Xikong squinted his eyes to look at him, and snorted coldly: "You don't just learn the face-changing technique, that old ghost is not a good guy, otherwise he can help you escape a wanted criminal who is registered in the underworld?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong hesitantly but stopped.

It's as if he's not a fugitive on the underworld list, can this person be a little bit self-aware?
Peng Po's eyes flickered, and Huang Xikong could tell he was lying at a glance. Suddenly, a sharp yin qi swung over him, sending him flying and hitting the wall. The wretched ghost's solid soul immediately weakened a lot.

……

As the famous Prime Minister of the Jin Kingdom, Huang Xikong was not in vain. If he had not met the dim-witted tyrant Emperor Xu, his life would have been harmonious between husband and wife, peaceful at home, and he would have done things to benefit the country and the people for the common people and a wise ruler in the court. After his great achievements, he resigned at an old age and taught many students. He did not seek eternal fame, at least he would not be written down as so dirty and dirty in the history of history.He died in the most humiliating year. Even after his death, he was imprisoned in the underground palace and made an exquisite burial object.

From waking up to now, he was actually full of resentment, and his heart was always on fire.

However, after encountering this pair of living treasure brothers and sisters, he did not go completely insane, but his sanity was slowly recovering.

He couldn't use the Xia Zhihuai brothers and sisters as an outlet, but bullying other bastards didn't have the slightest psychological barrier.

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

Wanwan calmly took out a piece of talisman paper from her pocket, pasted it on the back of Xia Zhihuai's hand, then hugged the Miaomiao doll, watching Huang Xikong's torture and interrogation.

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

Uncle Huang was indeed too gentle.

Wanwan sighed silently, resting her chin on the top of the Miaomiao doll's head, looking boredly at the frightened wretch.

"Say, how did you have a shadow?"

The yin energy in Huang Xikong's hand turned into a black python whip, which slammed onto the floor, making a creepy explosion.

Xia Zhihuai said worriedly: "Be quiet, the neighbors downstairs will complain, and my floor is expensive, don't ruin it"

Huang Xikong glanced at the floor: "It won't be broken."

Wanwan leaned on the armrest of the sofa, with her feet on the other side, staring at the ceiling boredly, thinking about what to do later.

Xia Zhihuai compromised and sat back in his original seat, and asked puzzledly, "Is it strange that he has a shadow?"

Huang Xikong rolled his eyes: "Nonsense!"

Wanwan became interested when she heard the words, pointed at Huang Xikong's feet, and said quietly: "Uncle Huang has no shadow, so it's strange that this stupid ghost can have one!"

"He has more than just a shadow." Huang Xikong had a python whip wrapped around his arm, and he raised his eyebrows in thought, "He has only been a ghost for 20 years, and he is not even a ghost, but he can contact humans, which is very problematic in itself. "

Wanwan took the initiative to educate Xia Zhihuai, and explained in a childlike voice: "It's not unusual for a ghost like Uncle Huang to be able to touch people. A ghost over a hundred years old can touch people normally. But other ghosts It’s not very good, you can only touch people in person under certain circumstances.”

"for example?"

Wanwan thought for a while and said, "The big house that the long-bearded Taoist leader took us to had little ghosts and female ghosts in it. The female ghost who followed the bad aunt couldn't touch humans all the time. Only when the Yin Qi is extremely strong can we briefly contact humans..."

"Chen Wan?"

Xia Zhihuai immediately remembered what happened that day.

The main thing is that those are people I know, so the memory will be deeper.

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

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

Xia Zhihuai basically understood, he turned his head and stared at Huang Xikong at the wretched ghost who fell to the ground and could barely get up.

"I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise...hehe." Xia Zhihuai immediately threatened.

Huang Xikong threw the whip on Peng Gao's back again, causing him to howl loudly and painfully.

"Ow—"

"Help--"

"Oh! Spare me..."

Wanwan put a mute note on herself, held up her two short legs, and looked at her round and pink toenails.

Hold your nostrils and think: It seems that it’s time to cut your toenails~
(End of this chapter)