"Yeah, you don't have to worry about anything later. This is just a minor operation. You must be fine, right? Leave it to me by the ghost man!" Wushuang said.

"Okay, but you are not allowed to be hard! This is not a joke." Ma Ya reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I dare not mess with the ghost. What else do you need?"

"Can you lend me your knife?"

"No problem!" Ma Ya is a local doctor in the mountains. Local doctors rarely undergo surgery and do not have such conditions. Naturally, they don't have any surgical tools. The best and fastest scalpel must be Wushuang's cold blood treasure blade. Not only is the blade sharp, but the wound surface cut by the cold blood treasure blade does not bleed.

"Hua Er, you are here with Ya'er, don't go out! No matter what happens outside, you two are not allowed to show up, especially you Ya'er! Do we know that we are mortals?" Wushuang told Ma Ya. Then Wushuang walked out of the cave.

He stood at the entrance of the cave, left and right, and after distinguishing the direction, he lit a candle in the southwest corner of the entrance of the cave, just like the habit of touching gold and fighting. This, like a candle, symbolizes not the patient inside, but his own yang energy.

He took out these two stacks of banknotes and slapped them in his hand. Who wouldn't feel sorry for anyone? At that time, 20,000 yuan was quite valuable. You could buy a house for 20,000 yuan. Is it worth it? Forget it, since you have a destiny to be with this fox fairy, then try your best.

Wushuang spread out the 20,000 yuan to form a fan face. Then, regardless of his image, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked like a rich man showing off his wealth. In front of him were two hundred-dollar bills with fan faces.

It's strange. After he spread the money, even the wind in the vicinity stopped.

In the cave, a minor operation began. It was simple to cut the cecum. It was just a piece of cake for Ma Ya, but she was still worried. If this man really lived, would he still remember the flower ear? For more than five hundred years, he had been sleeping for more than five hundred years. Will he still remember the heroic love?

She admired Hua Er's persistence very much. At least, she dared to face her love and never abandoned him no matter what.

But what about herself? Alas! She sighed. It would be better for the fox fairy. At least she has no distractions. She does not have the messy concerns of human beings, so she doesn’t have to consider other people’s feelings.

"Sister? Can you start?" The little fox fairy beside him called Ma Ya back to reality from her sorrow.

Ma Ya nodded. "Fire, I want to use fire to bake a knife to disinfect it, otherwise his wound will easily interfere."

Flower ears are fire foxes, and there is nothing else. What kind of fire should you have. There is no need to waste too much ink in the minor surgery in the cave.

He was unsuccessful, and he was also uneasy. This kind of thing was different from doing real guns and ammunition with the enemy. If he couldn't play well, he would probably have to get in. This trick would be tried every time to deal with living people, but I don't know if the ghost man in the underworld was the same as the emotional feelings of living people.

A cool little wind blew, and the money in front of him almost flew away. Wushuang quickly pressed and held down two "fan faces". He knew that this meant that the operation inside was very smooth, and now it was time to cut the wound. It was time for them to come.

The candlelight of the candle be seen and fainted by the cold wind, and it was about to be chased and destroyed several times. The sky was cloudy, and the moon hid in the dark clouds, and there was a silence around it. The woods were dark, and there seemed to be two shadows in the red fog, which were the outlines of the two people.

Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, the rhythmic shaking of copper bells came from the woods. Wushuang is a living person, and the naked eyes of the living person are ghost messengers. If he could speak, he should still hear their call to the soul. This is how the souls of the dead were summoned out of the body by the ghost messengers.

Wushuang smiled slightly, and he sat cross-legged in front of these more than two hundred large tickets and started yelling. The louder the louder the yelling sound, as if it was for these two uninvited guests.

"You have money! You have money! Oh, you didn't bring much money, more than 20,000 yuan. These more than 20,000 yuan can do a lot of things? As the saying goes, money can make ghosts push the mills, and I don't know if this sentence is true?" What he is going to do? That's right, bribe ghost officers!

You may ask, can the money of living people be used for dead people? You are just nonsense, dead people should use ghost coins.

You are wrong. This is your misunderstanding. In fact, the money of living people can be used by 100% for dead people. The printed versions of underworld coins on the market now range from millions to billions. Think about it stupidly, can they really be used if they burn dead people? If they can really be used, what price will be the underworld? This is all about deceiving oneself, and living people are looking for psychological comfort themselves.

Every year when we worship our ancestors, we buy the ghost coins we burn for our ancestors from the market. There are also those that are scratched on yellow paper, right? In fact, none of these can be used!

Earlier, people had a strong feudal superstition. How did they burn ghost coins for their ancestors? Spread out a piece of yellow paper, then take down the banknotes in their pockets, press them one by one on the yellow paper, print the shape of the money, and then cut them down according to the size of the real money and burn them one by one.

How else? There is also the copper coins from the previous dynasty, which are embedded under a chisel, and then the printing of the copper coins is shaped on yellow paper with a hammer, and then burned for the dead.

Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, ask the elderly at home, the 80-year-olds. They used to do this when they were young. Now? In fact, no one knows whether they can receive the money burned by filial sons and grandchildren. Just try to be able to live a good life in their hearts and deal with it casually.

So what is the best money to give to dead people? That is the real money used by living people!

Wushuang is not very good at all, but this little thief has a lot of scheming and has learned these things from grandpa. What are the skills, but they can be tried every time.

I remember when I was a child, Ergou, my neighbor's neighbor, got a serious illness. At that time, they were all poor people. Not to mention whether they could cure the disease when they went to the hospital, some serious illnesses were limited, and the doctor didn't take any advice. They just prescribed some medicine and sent it back to you, otherwise you would be hospitalized? Can the poor afford it?

Ergou and Wushuang were playmates with bare butts. When he was a child, Ergou was small and was always bullied by Lu Haotian. Wushuang stood up for him. Lu Haotian relied on his family to do evil, but few people dared to provoke him. They were all the little overlords in the alley. However, he did not dare to challenge Wushuang. At that time, Wushuang was not tall at that time, but he fought to death. Once, because he stood up for Ergouzi, Lu Haotian sat on his body and beat him, and forced Wushuang to be anxious. He reached out and tapped Lu Haotian's eyes. Although Lu Haotian hid quickly, he still scratched a piece of meat. If this was slow, he would be really blind. At that time, he was shocked and never dared to show off to Wushuang again.
Chapter completed!