Fool, Get Off My Grave Quickly

"Fool, get off my grave!" The ghost old man pointed at the young man sitting on the mound and stared at his protruding eyeballs: "Idiot, that is my grave, not your kang. Come down." "Old man ghost, try calling me a fool again. Believe it or not, I will tear down your house. I have a name, Wang Qiang." Wang Qiang dug his heels into the grave twice. He was cheerful. His white teeth were always conspicuous among these lonely ghosts. "Old man Liu, just let him sit down. He will leave later." The chubby ghost old lady persuaded. Wang Qiang smiled and said: "Old ghost, look at it, your neighbors don't look down on you. You've been a ghost for more than two hundred years, but it's all in vain." Old man Liu was crying. Who would want to be a ghost? If he could be reincarnated, who would be willing to wander in this world for more than two hundred years! "Fool, don't bully ghosts too much. I,,, I,,,,,,," According to legend, there is a catastrophe at the gate of the underworld every thousand years. At this time, evil ghosts will escape to the human world to do evil, and the real master of the underworld will use a ray of his soul to go to the human world to deal with the consequences. According to rumors, the person sent out by the underworld to clean up the mess this time turned out to be a fool. The ten kings of hell hurriedly put an end to such rumors and said, "I dare not say that, I will risk my life!"