Chapter 3 wronged ghost's wronged

wronged ghost's wronged Import Yang Hailin The Wronged Ghost reported to King Yan by himself. Wronged——, the wronged ghost knelt in the courtroom of Lord Hades and refused to get up. It was still night at that time, Lord Yan was woken up by a pee in his sleep, he got up tremblingly and went to the bathroom.Lord Yan is a master who likes to save trouble. The light switch in his house is installed behind the door. Every time he comes back, he opens the door and it is enough to switch. Press the green button lightly, wow, the light in the house is on .But now he had to get out of bed to feel for the light switch, which was troublesome. He had to feel the wall first, then the door, and then find the switch.

He didn't want to bother with that, what a hassle, wouldn't he just have to touch the bathroom? He didn't knock on his refrigerator, he didn't touch his sofa, he didn't even kick over the hot water bottle on the ground, hehe, Lord Yan successfully entered the bathroom. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lord Yan was really confused, or he hadn't woken up yet, he turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and when he heard the sound of running water, he thought he was peeing. At this moment, he heard the cry of the Wronged Ghost: Wrong—Wu—Yeah—— "Mom, ghost." King Yan yelled in fright, and slipped back into bed.

The water in the bathroom was still buzzing. Lord Yan felt that something was wrong: yes, who is he? Hmph, what kind of ghost have I never seen before? He picked up the phone and called the master. This is a good master who has done his best. As soon as Lord Yan dialed his home phone, the master answered it. It seemed that he hadn't slept at all, as if he was waiting for the call of Lord Yama anytime, anywhere. . King Yan is very satisfied with Master, but he doesn’t want to show his satisfaction——Master is his subordinate, if he tells Master that you have done a good job and I am very satisfied, Master will definitely be very proud. Proud, will he still have prestige?

"Do you have any orders?" The master said carefully on the other end of the phone. "Well," Lord Yan snorted seriously, "go to my office." Lord Yan came back after walking a few steps, not because he forgot to turn off the faucet in the bathroom, but because he accidentally turned on his "faucet" just now when he was scared, hehe, he wet his pants, now he found out, so he has to hurry Go back and change it. The wronged ghost's head is very small. If you don't look carefully, you might think it is a headless ghost. It has a huge belly. Kneeling at the desk of King Yan, it looks like a big ball full of air.

Lord Yan thought, hee hee, as long as I lift my foot and kick him lightly, he will roll around ten times and eight times. "I know, you are not sick with a big belly, your belly is full of grievances, right?" Yan Wuye is very interested in the big belly of the wronged ghost, because he also has such a big belly, but he doesn't have that many Wronged, he ate good things out of it. "I'm wronged." The Wronged Ghost said tearfully. "Don't worry, speak slowly." Lord Yan's drowsiness has long since disappeared, and he even shed some tears of sympathy.

But the master was really sleepy, he closed his eyes and punched for a long time, his mouth was wide enough to stuff a pig: "I've investigated it a long time ago. The Wronged Ghost is wronged in the Yangworld. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell needs to be untied. He has to go to the Yangshi to settle the wrongedness he suffered." Yangjian is where we humans live. A long time ago, it was very convenient for ghosts to go to Yangjian. Their bodies are very light, and they can jump to the ground as long as they jump. But some ghosts come to the human world to do nothing but frighten people.

Lord Yan asked the master to grind the stones into flour and make them into steamed buns with stone lumps for all the ghosts to eat. After a long time, the stomachs of the ghosts became heavy, and no matter how much they jumped, they could only stamp two big holes under their feet. In Yangjian, there is very little chance. But if you want to let the stomach of the wronged ghost calm down, then you have to go to Yangjian. The Wronged Ghost hasn't eaten the steamed stone buns yet, if he jumps up a bit, he can still go to the underworld. But the Wronged Ghost refused to go, he said: "I have had enough of being wronged in Yangjian, let me go back, do you have any sympathy?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you and help you get rid of the grievances in your stomach, isn't that all right?" Lord Yan said impatiently. Lord Yan is the biggest official in the underworld. In order to take the lead, he also ate that kind of steamed buns with stone lumps. How can he go to the underworld now? There is a way. Lord Yan just took in an inventor ghost. This ghost was an inventor in Yangjian. Wouldn't it be a piece of cake to entrust this problem to him? The founding ghost took a ruler and stood on the Naihe Bridge to watch for a long time. He measured it and told the master with a smile: "It's a distance of 180,000 miles from our place to Yangjian."

The master was about to go back to sleep. Hearing this, he sniffled and said, "It's too far away, isn't there anything you can do? Well, let's all go back to sleep." "Haha, you're wrong," said the Invention Ghost dancing, "I just like difficult jobs, which are challenging." "But what can you invent? Airplane? Spaceship? Flying saucer?" The master was very curious, and he sneezed loudly, scaring away the sleepy bugs on his body, "I can declare in advance, We are a small place here, but we don't have the materials you want."

"NO, NO, NO," the inventor shook his head like a rattle, "I don't invent those things. Just now I passed behind the Yin Mountain and found a strange smell there. I went to have a look and found the Water is liquid hydrogen." "Liquid hydrogen? Oh, no wonder everyone doesn't want to drink the water in the river. It's not water after all." The master said. "Well, I'm going to invent a liquid hydrogen thruster, and use the force generated by the explosion of liquid hydrogen to push the two of them to the underworld." The master still wanted to get to the bottom of it, and wanted to ask for clarification, but the inventor ignored him.Invention Ghost has a habit, as long as he enters the working state, his ears will automatically close, and he will not be able to hear anyone talking.

In three days, Invention Gui really made a liquid hydrogen thruster and placed it at the head of the Naihe Bridge. "Can this thing work?" Lord Yan was a little worried. If he fell from the sky with such a big body, it would be no joke. "You hold this switch, press it once, and this liquid hydrogen thruster can go up 18,000 miles. You press it ten times, and it just hits the ground." The inventor said with a red face. He also applied a lot of pomade, which he invented by himself. They are fragrant and have strong stickiness.Because of the lure of this pomade, the flies mistaken his hair for a piece of black bread. Just as they wanted to satisfy their hunger, the legs couldn't be pulled out from his head, so they had to buzz to give him advice. . The master prepared a grand farewell ceremony, but before the ceremony was held, well, Lord Yama's nostrils were itchy, he sneezed loudly, and accidentally pressed the switch in his hand. With a bang, Lord Yan and Wronged Ghost had disappeared. That's okay, the master thought, I can save this ceremony, and change it to a welcome ceremony when Lord Yama and the Wronged Ghost come back. Lord Yan pressed the switch ten times, and he happened to come to the city where the wronged ghost lived when he was alive. Looking at the once familiar scene in front of him, the tears of the wronged ghost flowed down again. "I've been wronged," said the wronged ghost, "if I hadn't been so wronged, maybe I'm still alive now. You don't know how good it is to be alive." "Stop talking nonsense, and find a way to settle your grievances—I don't want to hear you screaming in the middle of the night, scaring me to death." Lord Yan muttered dissatisfied. "But I don't know who to look for," said Wronged Ghost a little bit regretfully, if only the master had told him who to look for. "We can find someone, let him suffer some wrongs, and see how he solves it, and then we will follow suit." Lord Yan came up with a good idea. They wandered around for a long time, and saw a primary school student hurrying to school. He was biting a piece of bread while walking, and he knew that he was sleeping in at home. "Okay, let's steal the homework in his bag and wipe it, and see what he does." Wronged Ghost is not so courageous, he thought others could see him, how could he have the guts to steal in broad daylight? Lord Yan gritted his teeth, he was going to do it himself. He quietly followed the elementary school student, well, he was exactly a head taller than the elementary school student, and without much trouble, he opened the buckle on the school bag of the elementary school student, took out his homework book, and erased the homework he did last night. When elementary school students arrive at school, they are already in class. The class was attended by his most feared math teacher. The math teacher had a straight and thin face and asked, "Why did you come here?" "I did my homework last night and went to bed late." The elementary school student lowered his head and mumbled. The math teacher could barely accept this excuse, and he asked, "Did you bring your homework?" The primary school student looked in his schoolbag, quickly took out his homework book, opened it, but there was nothing in it. The primary school student was crying. He pressed "12345" on the telephone in the school corridor, which was the hotline for the mayor of his city. He reported to the mayor that there were too many thieves in this city who stole his homework. "Okay, let's return the homework to him, and then you can call the mayor's hotline!" Lord Yan was very happy that his strategy had achieved satisfactory results. With a sneaky wave of his hand, the homework returned to the primary school students' homework It's up. The wronged ghost also dialed "12345". "Hi, may I help you with anything?" the mayor said enthusiastically on the phone. "I'm wronged." The wronged ghost cried. "Oh, it seems that your injustice is not small. How about it, you explain it to me clearly, and I will help you solve it." The mayor said. "But, I, I won't be able to explain clearly for a while. I have been wronged too much, and they have become a mess in my mind." "It's okay, you tell me one by one." "But I can't remember any of them." The mayor smiled, and the mayor felt that the wronged ghost must be joking with him: "If you have nothing to do, please don't make this call, okay? There are still many people waiting for this call to help him solve the problem." "But I really have a lot of grievances." "Well, when you remember it someday, make this call again, okay?" Lord Yan sat on the street corner with the wronged ghost for a long time, but the wronged ghost didn't remember what wronged him. Later, they saw the elementary school student, carrying a schoolbag, bouncing off school. "Little friend, have you been wronged?" Lord Yan pretended to be an amiable grandfather. "Wronged? I didn't." The pupil said. "You said no, just now the teacher wanted to check your homework, you obviously did a good job, but there was nothing in the homework, isn't that wronged?" said the wronged ghost angrily. "Oh? But I really forgot." The elementary school student skipped away. Lord Yan said to the Wronged Ghost: "Look, if you forget the wrongs you have suffered, you will be happy."