In the midst of shouting and screaming, seven or eight ghost servants stepped forward together, grabbed their hair and pulled their ears, and dragged Ding Ermiao out. 92ks.

But Ding Ermiao, who was dragged out, is no longer Ding Ermiao.

From the neck down, Ding Ermiao's body could not see a little bit of flesh and skin, only a white skeleton.

"Brother Ermiao, what are you doing here!" Nanmen was unharmed and heartbroken, and said: "I really didn't expect that you still haven't escaped the catastrophe of frying and frying......

Ding Ermiao's thinking gradually cleared up, but he couldn't speak, and his eyes were laboriously stiffened.

"Giggle......" The female ghost lying in Ding Ermiao's oil pot couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile when she saw Ding Ermiao's funny expression.

"Uncle Guo, what should I do?" The ghost servants held up Ding Ermiao, who had turned into a white bone spirit, and asked Nanmen for his opinion.

Nanmen Wuxian cried with a sad face, hiding his face with one hand, waving weakly with the other, and said, "What else can I do?" Continue to fry in the pan ......"

The ghost servants agreed and threw Ding Ermiao into the boiling oil pot again.

"You, you, you...... Great, grandfather ......"

Ding Ermiao's head was still on the edge of the oil pot, and he finally said these words with difficulty.

I really can't figure out how his words came out because his flesh and internal organs are gone, and there is no air pressure in his chest.

"Brother Ermiao, you can't blame me for this." Nanmen looked at Ding Ermiao's resentful eyes and said:

"You don't understand the nature of this oil pot hell. The ghost offender entered the oil pot, and after being fried, the skin and flesh of his body were gone. If you want to return to your original appearance, you must continue to fry until the bones of the whole body are fried crispy, and then you begin to slowly cool down. When the temperature drops back to normal temperature, the skin, flesh and bones on the ghost criminal's body will return to their original state. Other than that, there's no way to recover it. ”

Ding Ermiao's eyes rolled painfully, and he opened his mouth and said, "Ming, understand...... It's you, you, uncle! ”

"Hehe, hehe......" In the oil pot next door, the beautiful female ghost burst into joyful laughter again.

The ghosts began to add to the fire, and the oil in the pot was rolling.

Ding Ermiao stared at the oil pot, and saw sections of finger bones and phalanges, which kept rolling with the oil flowers, and were as cheerful as small fish playing in the water.

After about half an hour, a ghost servant came up and scooped it up in the oil pan with an iron strainer.

This fishing, actually fished out a piece of arm bone.

Another ghost servant stepped forward, pinched the arm bone with pliers, and held a small hammer in the other hand, and gently knocked it on the arm bone.

With a snap, the arm bone turned into powder and fell into the oil pan with a thud.

Sure enough, it was fried in hot oil.

"It's almost, it's starting to cool down." After the inspection, the ghost servant shouted at the fire under the stove.

Nanmen, who had been paying attention to the progress, also hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Cool down, cool down!" ”

As a result, the oil flowers stopped tumbling and the temperature of the oil soup slowly dropped.

But Ding Ermiao was not easy, because when the oil flowers rolled before, the bones were crushed by frying, so there was no pain.

Now the flesh is slowly recovering, and the pain is unbearable.

After a long time, the pain gradually stopped, Ding Ermiao tried it, and found that his limbs had recovered a little bit and could move a little.

"Lord Shangcha, can you raise your arms?" The ghost servant asked.

"I'll try ......"

Ding Ermiao secretly exercised his strength, and with great effort, he finally raised his right hand.

"Huh?"

But as soon as his right hand came out of the oily surface, Ding Ermiao screamed again.

The skin has not yet grown well, and it is particularly ugly, like roasted half-cooked beef and mutton.

"Put it back and put it back, just wait." The ghost servant hurriedly said.

Ding Ermiao endured the pain again, put his arm into the oil pot, and continued to suffer.

After another ten minutes, the pain in my body finally disappeared completely, and my hands and feet were able to move freely.

Ding Ermiao raised his hand, and his skin had returned to normal.

"Huh" Ding Ermiao breathed a sigh ......of relief, then looked at the beauty in the oil pot next door, and asked, "Sister, what's going on with you!" I almost got killed by you! ”

"Hehe, it's none of my business, I was tortured in the oil pot over there, and suddenly a ghost brother came over and asked me to come here to accompany you, so I got out of your oil pot." The female ghost said innocently, shrugging her shoulders and smiling mischievously.

Ding Ermiao glared at the ghost servants beside him and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Hehe, hehe...... Brother Ermiao, Cui Yu came over just now, didn't you say that he should assign a female ghost to be your wife?" Nanmen grinned unharmed and smiled:

"I thought, Brother Ermiao must be thinking about women. There are so many beautiful female ghosts here, so I'll let the ghost servants find you a random one, hehe, hehe......"

I'm the sun, that's a casual joke, okay!

People often say, what do you think about warmly, you are now in hell, and you still have that kind of thing in your heart?!

Ding Ermiao wanted to cry without tears, and his hand was unharmed, unable to speak.

"Hehe, they're all brothers, no thanks." Nanmen Wuxian continued to giggle and said:

"Brother Ermiao, you better go back to your original pot and play casually with the female ghost here, I promise, my sister-in-law doesn't know about it!"

When the female ghost heard this, she also squeezed her eyes to show off her love, and shouted at Ding Ermiao: "Yes, handsome guy, come on, come to my pot, come to my sister's pot!" ”

"To your pot? And go back to your bowl! Ding Ermiao glared and said:

"Eldest sister, looking at you like this, you are not a good person. Tell me, how did you get in? When you were alive, what did you do that lacked virtue? ”

The female ghost sneered and grinned, "No, I'm just a businessman, a small business, poor man." ”

"She's a ...... who sells gutter oil" The ghost servant on the side told the crime of the female ghost.

Ding Ermiao laughed and said, "It turns out that he was a gutter oil seller when he was alive?" Now that I'm in hell, it's not good to retribution. ”

"It's not a big sin to start a small business and make a little money, right?"

The female ghost pursed her lips and muttered, suddenly sighed again, turned her head to look at the oil pot around her, and said:

"Alas, there are so many oil pots in the underworld, how much oil is consumed every day! If anyone can do the business of gutter oil into the underground, then they will make a fortune, what a business! ”

Ding Ermiao and Nanmen looked at each other unharmed, and petrified together.

After getting off the oil pot, I still think about the gutter oil business, what a hard businessman this is!

……

Ding Ermiao's affairs in the underworld will not be mentioned for the time being.

However, it was said that in Maoshan Void Cloud, Wu Zhanzhan had been in retreat for more than 20 days.

It is spring in March, and there are hundreds of flowers on Maoshan Mountain, and the scenery is infinite, but Ji Xiaoxiao and others are not happy.

Not only Ji Xiaoxiao, Gu Qinglan and Lin Xiruo are also getting thinner and thinner.

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