The ghost cried with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, staring at Li Yu with two eyes under the brim of his hat, making him hairy, and then said meaningfully: "Ghosts are the best at illusion, even fox demons are not as good as them, how can you be sure, whether the other party is a man or a woman?"

Cold sweat broke out on Li Yu's forehead, and his face turned dark: "This ......"

The ghost cried and shook his head, and then the old drunkard suddenly interjected: "You take off your pants first." ”

"What?" Li Yu was stunned.

The old drunkard said, "I'm afraid you're getting the plague, so I'll have to check it out." ”

Li Yu shuddered, and then, looked at Ghost Cry and Monk Wujing, Monk Wujing closed his eyes and chanted, Ghost Cry saw that the knife had been polished, checked the edge of the knife, and then took out the sword oil and smeared it carefully.

Li Yu awkwardly took off his pants and examined the old drunkard. The old drunkard was amazed: "It seems that you have already done it with real guns." ”

"How is it possible, that's a ghost!"

"It's true that a ghost can't play with you, but he can control the corpses to play with you! ”

Li Yu sat on the ground with his buttocks, his lips trembled, the old drunkard patted him on the shoulder, laughed, turned him over, patted him on the back, and he vomited with a wow.

Then poisonous snakes, rats, and moldy millet jumped out of his mouth one by one. As soon as he saw the things he had spit out, he vomited even harder.

The old drunkard grinned and comforted him: "Don't worry, it seems that you have not been infected with the plague at present." ”

"None of them are infected?" the ghost cried.

The old drunkard examined it carefully, screamed in surprise, and then explained with a smile: "The plague is powerful, but what these ghosts want is not the spread of the plague, but to become corpse demons and get rid of the identity of ghosts, so they changed it like this, and the plague is not bad." Now the old man is sure that these corpses were propped up to death, and they were infected with the plague after death. ”

The ghost couldn't help but complain: "Such a plague has a fart, it's too embarrassing." ”

The old drunkard smiled and said, "It's not that it's useless, it can be used to infect corpses, as soon as the corpses are infected by this special plague, these ghosts can be possessed." ”

"That's right. Ghost Cry suddenly saw Li Yu, and he said in a gloating tone: "Among these ghosts, except for a female ghost, whether it is a corpse or she herself is a woman, the other ghosts are either male, or the body and corpse, there is always one who is male." And the one who is both a woman on the outside and on the outside, before the child, stayed with me. ”

When Li Yu heard this, he turned his head sharply: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" the ghost cried at him and smiled slightly, and hugged his fists: "Ghosts, corpses, and men, the three are one, admire and admire." ”

Li Yu's face was suddenly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

The old drunkard looked at the ghost speechlessly and cried: "Is it interesting?"

Ghost Cry shrugged, "Very interesting. ”

Li Yu and Ghost Cry, to be precise, Li Yu and Yang An, these are acquaintances, acquaintances who no one can be familiar with anymore, rivals since childhood.

Although it seems that Devil May Cry is much older than him, in fact, there is not much difference in age between the two, so it can be said that they are the same age.

Li Yu has been known as a prodigy since he was a child, and he has a great reputation in that area, and the older ones are also known as poetry and swords, plus he is handsome, and he is very popular with girls.

And the body of the ghost crying, Yang An, is also very famous, and he is also known as a prodigy, and his attainments in swordsmanship are even higher.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the two sides will be compared. But no matter how you compare, the common point of view of everyone is that Li Yu is superior, and the girls like him more, rather than Yang An, who has a fierce face and a withdrawn personality.

At that time, Yang An was young and vigorous, how to look at Li Yu was unhappy, and the two sides also had a duel. As a result, naturally Yang An won a big victory. But the onlookers of the girls, whether it was Xiaojia Jasper or everyone's ladies, all accused Yang An, thinking that he was barbaric, obviously winning, but Yang An left in a gloomy manner, the mood can be imagined.

In this reunion, Li Yu didn't see Yang An's eyes, so he didn't recognize them.

Now seeing Li Yu's miserable appearance, Ghost Cry was naturally happy, and quickly put on the sword oil.

After putting on the sword oil, the ghost cried and got bored and began to walk around. He could have left at any time, but the old drunkard and the Wujing monk had too much consumption, and they had to rest for a while to have strength.

Hey!

Ghost Cry's eyes lit up, and he walked a few steps quickly, picked up the scabbard in a broken corner, and said happily, "I thought I was going to lose another scabbard again." ”

Putting the knife back into its sheath, the ghost cried and asked, "Are you all right?"

The old drunkard took a sip of wine, lay on the ground and looked at the sky: "We have to wait a while." ”

Ghost Cry pouted: "One spell turned itself over, and I was embarrassed to have a silver medal in the Shifu that day." ”

"You stinky boy, I didn't see that the old man was older, and when he was young, the old man could put ten in one go. ”

Ghost Cry didn't speak, sat down next to him, touched his bosom, and found something in his bosom.

"Oh no," the ghost cried.

"What's wrong?" the old drunkard's heart jumped.

On the side, the monk Wujing, who was reciting the scriptures, also opened his eyes.

Ghost Cry hurriedly took out the thing in his arms, this oiled paper package, Ghost Cry said to himself luckily: "It's okay it's not dirty." ”

Open the oiled paper, and it is full of fried peanuts.

The old drunkard's eyes lit up: "Hey, there are good things, you kid didn't take them out earlier." ”

The ghost cried, "Didn't you forget? ”

The old drunkard picked one up and threw it into his mouth, and then said with a little weirdness, "Hey, why is it sweet?"

"Is there a difference?" Ghost Cry also picked one up, threw it into his mouth, and crushed it with a click, he loved this crisp, and the girl handled it very well in this regard, but he didn't care much about whether it was sweet or salty.

The old drunkard ate two more, felt unexpectedly good, and beckoned: "Come here, let's eat wine together." ”

The ghost cried and exclaimed: "Can a monk drink?"

Monk Wujing clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, poor monks can drink." ”

The old drunkard rolled his eyes: "He is a monk in his temple, and no one cares about him, why can't he drink it, make a fuss, he still makes wine, and the peach blossom wine he brews is hard to find." ”

The three of them came around, one took a sip of wine, ate peanuts, chatted about the day, and before they knew it, the peanuts were finished, the sky was already bright, and several people had rested.

"What is he going to do. Ghost Cry pointed at Li Yu and asked.

The old drunkard rolled his eyes: "If you resist taking it away, it will be difficult to stay here." ”

"Who will resist?" the ghost cried and looked at Li Yu's mouth full of filth, full of reluctance, even if he was now like he had soaked in a pit.

The old drunkard snorted coldly: "Could it be that you still want my old man to resist." ”

Monk Wujing folded his hands: "Amitabha, the poor monk has been sitting for a long time, and his legs are numb." ”

The ghost cried and snorted, dragged Li Yu's feet and walked out, and the old drunkard was dumbfounded: "Boy, you have a grudge against him!"

"There is a hatred, as deep as the sea, accumulated from childhood to adulthood. ”

......

Ghost Cry led the horse home alone, and passers-by saw this and covered their noses to bypass the road.

Devil Cry shrugged his shoulders and tugged the reins. The big black horse had a bitter horse face, trying to stay away from the ghost crying.

At this moment, it wanted to cry without tears, thinking that the ghost cried and rode itself away for a while just now, and suddenly wanted to die.

Really, it stinks!

"Girl, I'm back. Ghost Cry pushed open the door of the small courtyard, and the big black horse couldn't wait to break free from Ghost Cry's hand.

Cai Wei walked out of the house, saw the ghost crying, snorted lightly and hurriedly greeted her, just walked a few steps, stopped, pinched her nose: "Brother ghost, take off your clothes quickly, I'll go get clean clothes for you." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the house.

Ghost Cry looked at her performance, a little crying and laughing, is it really so stinky?

He turned his head sideways, sniffed it, and almost fell to the ground with smoke, oh yes, spicy eyes!

took off his clothes and pants, threw them at the gate of the courtyard, took off the hat and threw them at the gate of the courtyard with disgust, and rushed up on his body when he picked up the water. At this time, the black horse also ran over and asked the ghost to cry and help him take a bath.

Cai Wei walked out and put her clean clothes aside.

He was about to pinch his nose and go to the gate of the courtyard to clean up his dirty clothes, and the ghost cried and hurriedly said, "Let the clothes be left there, I promised the old drunkard, give him this clothes, and there will be a beggar to get them later." ”

"Oh, good!" Cai Wei breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Ghost is hungry, I'll go get some vegetables." ”