After breakfast, it's time for everyone to work.
Using Ming coins to attract water ghosts to kill them, everyone has become proficient in practice, and each received a hundred Ming coins to go to work.
Otherwise, what else could they do? There were no ghosts during the day, the house needed to be renovated, and the landlady wouldn't let them stay at home.
Apart from killing water ghosts and fighting among themselves, there didn't seem to be much to do.
It feels like the intrigues, mutual suspicions and killings experienced on other islands are not found here.
Everyone lived as if they were on vacation, except of course the Luo family, who had already gone to sleep.
Jiu Motoko walked around the island and found that the efficiency of fighting water ghosts was very low, which made her not satisfied at all.
How can we improve the efficiency of killing water ghosts?
The best way is to let the water ghosts rush to the shore crazily, knowing that they will be killed but unable to control them.
The underworld currency is not attractive enough, so there must be something better.
Is the thing that makes ghosts craziest the most, reincarnation?
reincarnation……
Jiu Motoko walked to the door of the house and looked at the busy boss and his family inside. She asked, "I have a question. What do you think attracts ghosts the most?"
The family inside ignored her and didn't want to say anything to her. No one likes annoying people.
Jiu Motoko took out the Higan flower and pinned it to her ears. The red flowers made her more charming.
She asked again: "Little brother, what do you think is most attractive to ghosts?"
The son, who was moving things, looked over, paused and said, "Reincarnation."
It's really reincarnation.
I can't get something reincarnated. If I have that ability, the Jade Emperor will have to call me sister when he sees her.
There was a smell coming from the kitchen. The landlady was cooking lunch. It seemed like it was broth again. I didn’t know what was being stewed.
Jiu Yuanzi smelled it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought of something.
She shouted to the landlady: "Thank you, landlady. I know what ghosts like best."
The landlady watched her leave in confusion, a little baffled.
Jiu Motoko first summoned Motoko's finger gloves and started digging on the shore. She wanted to dig a ditch.
The fake brother was arranged by her and transformed into an excavator. He dug out the gravel she dug out of the ditch and threw it aside.
Gong Yangyan also ran over to help, hitting the stone with his head, like exploding, and the efficiency of the two increased.
The others didn't know what she was going to do, but they continued to catch the water ghost without asking them to come over to help.
Just digging a trench two meters deep and three meters wide, and not requiring it to be flat, was not even a big deal for Shu Motoko, who could drill through the island.
Soon, she dug a ditch, then broke the partition connected to the water, and the water poured into the ditch until it reached a dug pit ten meters in diameter at the top of the ditch.
Watching the water fill the ditches and puddles, Jiu Yuanzi took out twenty stacks of Ming coins, each stack containing a hundred coins.
Then she took out another food stamp, placed it on top of the Ming Coin, poured her spiritual power into it and said, "I want to buy a bucket of Meng Po soup."
The ghost coins and food stamps disappeared.
In the Imperial City of the Underworld, Bo Xiaoni was chasing a car in the heavy rain, shouting as she ran: "Aaron! Aalong! Don't go with that person!"
Finally, she fell on the road, crying for Aaron in a panic.
The car in front stopped, and she smiled happily, "Aaron, I knew you wouldn't abandon me and follow that rich man."
The car window rolled down, revealing Mr. Yan's majestic face. He threw a stack of coins out of the window. The wind and rain blew over, and the coins mixed with the coins hit Bo Xiaoni's face.
"Woman, why are you trying to rob Aaron from me? Take the money and get out. This is Aaron's breakup fee with you." Mr. Yan said coldly.
Next to him, a handsome man sat, showing a look of aggrieved helplessness.
The man forced himself to smile and said, "Mr. Yan, let's go."
Mr. Yan smiled and said, "I'll listen to you, little darling."
"drive."
The windows were closed, and the luxury car drove away in the rain.
It was raining heavily. Bo Xiaoni lay on the road and cried towards the car driving away: "Aaron! Don't leave, Aalong!"
"I don't want treatment, don't leave me, I don't want the money!"
But the car didn't stop at all. Tears flashed in the corners of the eyes of the man in the car, but he forced himself to hug the arm of the president next to him.
Mr. Yan took a deep breath of cigarette and held back the goosebumps all over his body. He was as deep as a ghost in the dark night, and his mafia CEO's aura was so vague that it made people tremble.
Suddenly, there was an explosion outside the imperial city, and the ground shook.
Bo Xiaoni sat up in surprise and looked towards the direction of the explosion.
She raised her hand and said, "Stop."
The rain in the sky stopped immediately, and the four little ghosts standing on the ladder next to them still had water dripping from the water pipes in their hands.
There were constant explosions outside the city. Bo Xiaoni stood up and suddenly flew high into the air, looking towards the direction of the explosion.
The soil in the flower bed beside the road flew towards her, forming a majestic and thick armor on her body.
The ground cracked, and three clay figures who looked very similar to her flew out and floated behind her.
Mr. Yan also flew over and said in surprise: "Ms. Houtu, that is the direction of the Wangchuan River."
"That's Po Meng from Naihe Bridge. She's making some noise..." Bo Xiaoni murmured to herself.
She suddenly shouted: "Where are the Yin soldiers? Come with me to the battle!"
The citizens in the imperial city stopped what they were doing, and their bodies were filled with ghostly auras, transforming into yin soldiers wearing black helmets and holding long spears.
Under the blood moon, the endless riverside was filled with strange floating corpses.
Under the bridge, which was covered with strange growths and skeletons of flesh and blood, a large pot was making a fierce explosion, and the lid of the pot was about to be blown open.
A pair of swollen hands with no skin, exposed red muscles and covered with big and small eyeballs were pressing firmly on the pot lid.
It was a strange being more than two meters tall, with no skin all over his body, covered with growths and eyeballs, with sparse white hair, and wearing a tattered long skirt.
It tried hard to hold down the pot lid, and kept making hoarse sounds from its lipless mouth. A large amount of dark saliva dripped, corroding the already depleted ground.
At this time, with a loud noise, the lid of the pot was blown away, and this strange existence was knocked to the ground.
A white light rushed into the sky from the pot, and a white liquid floated from the pot, wrapped in golden light and disappeared.
But there was still a lot of white liquid in the pot. As the pot exploded, liquid continued to splash out, and wherever it landed, a faint white light appeared in that place.
The liquid also splashed onto the strange monster, and black gas suddenly appeared. It roared with endless pain.
Suddenly, it stood up, looked far away, and spat out vague words from its tattered mouth, "Houtu... kill!"
"Wow, wow, wow!" Jiu Yuanzi looked at the white soup wrapped in golden light that appeared in front of him and exclaimed three times.
"Little sheep, go find a bucket!"
Gong Yangyan quickly took out the little red bucket where she had picked up the spiritual objects before, and caught the soup.
The golden light dissipated, and there was a soup in the little red bucket that didn't smell very good, but was full of spiritual energy.
Jiu Yuanzi didn't expect to get Meng Po soup. She flipped up her hair and said confidently: "Although I have never drank that thing, I am sure that this is Meng Po soup!"
"Sister Jiu, you are so awesome!" Gong Yangyan had no idea what was going on, so she just praised her.
The boss and his family stood in front of the unfinished wall and stared at this scene in shock.
"Bang." The hammer in the boss's hand fell down and hit his toes. He immediately hugged his feet and jumped up on one leg.
The landlady was trembling all over and said in disbelief: "Who would have thought of this? Are they mentally ill?"
