Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1015 Businessman

Amidst the yelling, seven or eight ghost servants came forward together, grabbed his hair and ears, and dragged Ding Ermiao out.

But the Ding Ermiao dragged out was no longer Ding Ermiao.

From the neck down, there was no trace of flesh on Ding Ermiao's body, only a white skeleton.

"Brother Er Miao, what are you doing!" Nanmen Wuyang said with a heartbroken heart, "I never thought that you still didn't escape the disaster of frying..."

Ding Ermiao's mind gradually cleared up, but she couldn't speak, and her eyes rolled with difficulty.

"Giggle..." The female ghost lying in Ding Ermiao's oil pan couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing when she saw Ding Ermiao's funny expression.

"Uncle Guo, what should we do?" The ghost servants held up Ding Ermiao, which had turned into a white-bone spirit, and asked Nanmen Wukong for his opinion.

Nanmen Wuyan looked mournful, covering his face with one hand and waving the other hand feebly, saying: "What else can I do? Keep putting the oil in the pot and frying..."

The ghost servants agreed, and threw Ding Ermiao into the tumbling oil pan again.

"You, you, you... eldest, master..."

Ding Ermiao's head was still on the rim of the oil pan, and she finally said these words with great effort.

I really don't understand how his voice came out when his skin, flesh, internal organs were gone, and there was no air pressure in his chest.

"Brother Ermiao, you can't blame me for this." Nanmen Wuyan looked at Ding Ermiao's resentful eyes and said:

"You don't understand the characteristics of this oil pot hell. After the ghost criminal entered the oil pot and was fried, all skin and flesh were gone. If he wants to return to his original appearance, he must continue to fry until all the bones in his body are fried. Crispy, it begins to slowly cool down. When the temperature drops back to normal temperature, the skin, flesh and bones of the ghost prisoner will return to their original state. Otherwise, there is no way to recover."

Ding Ermiao's eyes rolled in pain, and he opened his mouth and said, "Ming, I understand... you, you, uncle!"

"Hehe, hehe..." In the oil pan next door, the beautiful female ghost laughed happily again.

The ghost servants started to add heat to the fire, and oil was boiling in the pot.

Ding Ermiao stared at the oil pan and saw sections of finger bones and toe bones, rolling with the oil, happily like small fish playing in the water.

After about half an hour, a ghost servant came up and fished it out of the oil pan with an iron strainer.

This time he fished out a piece of arm bone.

Another ghost servant stepped forward, picked up the arm bone with pliers, held a small hammer in his other hand, and gently tapped the arm bone.

With a snap, the arm bone turned into powder and fell into the oil pan.

Sure enough, it was fried in hot oil.

"It's almost done, let's start cooling down." After the inspection, the ghost servant shouted towards the stove to light the fire.

Nanmen Wukong, who had been paying attention to the progress, waved his hand hurriedly and said: "Cool down, cool down!"

As a result, the oil flowers stopped rolling, and the temperature of the oil soup slowly dropped.

But Ding Ermiao was not relaxed, because when the oil was rolling, the bones were fried to pieces, so there was no pain.

Now the skin and flesh are slowly recovering, and the pain is unbearable.

After a long time, the pain gradually stopped. Ding Ermiao tried it and found that her limbs had regained some feeling and could move a little.

"Sir, can you raise your arms?" asked the ghost servant.

"Let me try……"

Ding Ermiao secretly used his strength and finally raised his right hand with great effort.

"what?"

But as soon as his right hand came out, Ding Ermiao yelled again.

The skin hasn't grown properly yet, so it's very ugly, like grilled half-cooked beef or mutton.

"Put it back, put it back, and wait a little longer." Ghost Warrior said hurriedly.

Ding Ermiao endured the pain again, put her arm into the oil pan, and continued to suffer.

After another ten minutes, the pain in the body finally disappeared completely, and the hands and feet could move freely.

Ding Ermiao raised her hand, her skin had returned to normal.

"Huh..." Ding Ermiao breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the beauty in the oil pan next door and asked: "Sister, what's going on with you! You almost killed me!"

"Haha, this is none of my business. I was being tortured in the oil pan over there, and suddenly a ghost slave brother came over and asked me to come over here to accompany you, so I got off your oil pan." The female ghost said it innocently, and at the same time she shrugged and smiled mischievously.

Ding Ermiao stared at the ghost servant beside him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Hehe, hehe... Brother Ermiao, when Cui Yu came over just now, didn't you tell him to assign a female ghost to you as your wife?" Nanmen Wuyan grinned and smiled:

"I was thinking that Brother Ermiao must be thinking about a woman. There are so many beautiful female ghosts here, so I asked the ghost servants to find one for you at random, hehe, hehe..."

I'm the sun, that's just a casual joke, okay!
People often say, what do you think about when you are warm and full? Now that you have fallen into the hell of a frying pan, how can you still think about that kind of thing? !

Ding Ermiao wanted to cry but had no tears. She held her hand to guide the door and was speechless.

"Hey, you're all brothers, you're welcome." Nanmen Wuyang continued to smirk, and said:
"Brother Ermiao, you should go back to your original pot and play casually with the female ghost here. I promise, my sister-in-law doesn't know about it up there!"

Hearing this, the female ghost also squeezed her eyes to show off her passion, and shouted to Ding Ermiao: "Yes, handsome man, come on, come to my pot, come to my sister's pot!"

"Into your pot? Into your bowl!" Ding Ermiao glared and said:

"Sister, you look like this, you are not a good person. Tell me, how did you get in? What bad things did you do when you were alive?"

The female ghost sneered and said with a grin: "No, I'm just a businessman, a small businessman, a poor person."

"She sells gutter oil..." The ghost servant on the side told the female ghost's crime.

Ding Ermiao laughed and said: "So he was a gutter oil seller before he was alive? Now he is in the oil pan hell, which can be regarded as retribution."

"It's not a big crime to start a small business and make a little money, right?"

The female ghost pursed her lips and muttered, then suddenly sighed again, turned to look at the oil pans around her, and said:
"Oh, there are so many oil pans in the underworld, how much oil is consumed every day! If anyone can bring the gutter oil business into the underworld, they will make a fortune. What a big business!"

Ding Ermiao and Nanmen Wuyou looked at each other and turned to stone together.

After getting off the oil pan, I was still thinking about the gutter oil business. What a hard-working businessman this is!
……

The matter of Ding Ermiao in the underworld will not be mentioned for the time being.

But it was said that Wu Zhanzhan had been in retreat at Maoshan Xuyun Restaurant for more than 20 days.

It was March in spring, and the flowers on Maoshan were blooming, and the scenery was infinite. But Ji Xiaoxiao and the others were not happy.

Not only Ji Xiaoxiao, but also Gu Qinglan and Lin Xiruo were becoming thinner and thinner.

(End of this chapter)