"Fellow Daoist Yang, you misunderstood! This..." Bai Wuchang was in a dilemma, apparently trying to say something but daring not to say it.

"Fart your farts, open up, don't whet your appetite!" Yang Ge shouted to him.

Bai Wuchang glanced at Hei Wuchang, as if asking for advice from the other party.

Seeing the two of them staring at each other, Yang Ge thought to himself that these two brothers are really interesting, whenever they have something to do, they look at each other affectionately, those who don't know think they are talking about someone!

Hei Wuchang put on an expressionless face all year round, he nodded to Bai Wuchang, didn't speak, and took care of the ghosts on his own.

At least how many can be collected before Yang Ge makes a move!
Bai Wuchang looked at Yang Ge, and said: "These ghosts all ran out of the underworld... We have to catch them back and make a difference. If one is missing, both of us will be scolded bloody. If we come out this time If you haven't brought a single ghost back, then you will really be tortured and served by Lord Yan..."

Halfway through his speech, he took out a stack of banknotes from his cuff and stuffed them into Singer Yang, and said, "Young Daoist Yang, we have met before anyway, and you have known each other before, so you understand your brother Bai and your brother Hei." , stop and let us collect the ghosts, okay?"

Yang Ge took the money and weighed it. It was about 5000 yuan. He frowned and looked at Wuchang, and said: "The gate of your hell is really for ghosts to come and go when they want, but these ghosts are here. If I don't destroy them myself, even if you give me money, I won't feel at ease if I take it!"

He put on a look of treating money like dung and only thinking about the road, and directly stuffed the 5000 yuan back to Bai Wuchang!
Bai Wuchang lost his face, took out another wad of 5000 yuan from his sleeve, and stuffed it together with the 5000 yuan just now, and handed it to Yang Ge, and asked in a low voice, "Young Taoist Yang, do you think this is enough?"

He could see that Yang Ge's grandson was doing it to help justice, he obviously didn't have enough money!
That's not right.

After he handed over 1 yuan to the grandson, Yang Ge took the money in his hands and weighed it. His expression of being impartial and selfless just now relaxed, and he became a greedy look!

"Brother Bai, my second uncle's hotel has been closed for a long time because of these ghosts. I won't talk about the loss. It may only be two to three million yuan, but they killed my second uncle..." Yang Gezheng said When he said a set of bitter words, Bai Wuchang immediately interrupted his words as if he saw through.

"Young Daoist Yang, I really can't get two or three million yuan now, can you ask for less...?" Bai Wuchang said helplessly.

"Brother Bai means that it's more than 30 million?" Yang Ge narrowed his eyes, and said as if acting: "So many ghosts let you take it back, isn't it worth 30 million? Then don't talk about it, let's see who we are." Catch ghosts fast!"

After finishing speaking, he swung his beheading knife horizontally, ran towards a ghost and chopped it off with one blow!

"Ding! The host kills a suicide ghost, upgrade point +10!"

……

The suicide ghost was wiped out on the spot, and Bai Wuchang couldn't be saved no matter how powerful he was.

After Yang Ge killed one, he immediately ran towards another ghost with a knife in his hand!

"Young fellow Daoist Yang! Young fellow Daoist Yang!" Bai Wuchang hurried to catch up, stopped Yang Ge, and then said with a bitter face, "Young fellow Daoist Yang, okay, 20, I'll give it, I'll give you 20, stop!"

Now he only hates himself for not being able to speak and speak against Yang Ge, but also not being able to beat him!

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