Verdant Paint Bucket Essence

The money in Xin Yuan's hand was red and the other green.

It's just that the avatar on it is different from ordinary bills, or in other words, it looks different from ordinary ghost coins.

The general ghost coins are printed with the Lord of the Underworld, but the portraits of Grandpa Xin Yuan are painted on these two ghost coins.

These two are Ming coins painted by Xin Yuan himself.

Xin Yuan can't say exactly whether he believes in the theory of ghosts and gods, but he can only say that he keeps a respectful distance.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, Xin Yuan will never miss the show that should be given to grandpa. If it is true, if he does not do well, grandpa will become a helpless old man down there. pardonable.

But to be honest, every time Xin Yuan burns something different from others.

When others burn houses and cars, Xin Yuan also burns them.

The house was designed by himself.

The open-air glass room, although it is a bit hot in summer, is beautiful!

Although the two-story wooden building of an antique building was painted by Xin Yuan to look like a brothel, Xin Yuan liked this style very much at that time.

Or the kind of concept room that is only suitable for appearing in science fiction films, and it is empty inside.

Xin Yuan didn't even design the toilet.

Xin Yuan thoughtfully posted instructions on each wall and floor of different colors.

Press the floor and there will be a toilet, pull down the wall and there will be a wardrobe, press it here and the whole room will play music.

Anyway, it's the kind of house that normal people wouldn't live in.

Xin Yuan thought at the time that burning this kind of thing was just a formality.After all, the houses on the left and right neighbors still bear the name of the red and white shop. If it was really burned to the underworld one by one, wouldn't it be a spectacular scene.

Hasn't that red and white store called "Good Come Again" become a monopoly store that dominates the street of the underworld?

For the car, Xin Yuan bought paper models of the sports cars he liked but couldn't afford, and burned them to his grandfather. If there really is a hell, then let his grandfather enjoy it for him.

Xin Yuan didn't plan to draw the notes himself, but that's how it happened.

The recipients' names were written on the cover of the burnt items.When Xin Yuan saw that the paper wrapped with the money was burned out first, a question suddenly arose in his heart.

What if grandpa only received an envelope but no money?

At that time, the burned money will become ownerless money, but grandpa can't pick up any of it.

This problem has troubled Xin Yuan for many days, so when he burned the paper for the second time, Xin Yuan drew his grandfather's head on the paper money, so that after burning it, even if it became ownerless money, grandpa can still prove the money with his face is their own.

Mingbi, which had obviously been burnt, suddenly appeared in his hands, and Xin Yuan felt an inexplicable coolness behind him.

There are spirits like paint bucket spirits, so there are ghosts in the world, this setting can also be established, right?

But this is the money earned by You Qitong, what is his connection with grandpa?

Xin Yuan sighed sadly, he would never know if there was any connection, and You Qitong had left him forever.

Xin Yuan lowered his head and touched the flowerpot made of paint buckets.

"I went to work and took a good look at the house."

Live like a hero in a sadomasochism novel.

At this moment, the little paint bucket Jing, whose "corpse" was gently touched by Xin Yuan, was squatting at the door of a decoration company with Grandpa Xin.

"Grandpa, what are we doing?" The little paint bucket didn't know what he was doing, and obediently squatted with Grandpa Xin all morning.The grandfather on the side kept bowing his head and playing with his mobile phone, not knowing what he was playing with.The little paint bucket spirit finally couldn't help asking.

"Wait a minute, I'll be able to kill old man Zhang right away." Grandpa gripped his phone tightly excitedly.

There was a burst of gunshots from the phone, and grandpa put the phone in his pocket with a blank expression.

"We are waiting for your new carrier." Grandpa got tired of squatting and stood up to exercise his muscles and bones. A large pile of key chains hanging on his waist collided with each other, making a messy collision sound.

BMW's car keys, Mercedes-Benz's car keys, Ferrari's car keys, Bentley's car keys, Lamborghini's car keys, Aston Martin's car keys... A large bunch of keys is enough to wrap around Grandpa Xin's waist.

"Grandpa, why do you have so many keys?" The little paint bucket spirit was attracted by the keys, and suddenly forgot the question he wanted to ask.

"I'll get angry when you mention this!" Grandpa Xin patted his thigh, his hand was a little heavy, and rubbed it painfully.

"My unlucky grandson burned so many cars for me. In the end, all the houses burned are nothing, and none of them have garages!" Your own children and grandchildren are unreliable.

"Let me tell you, with so many cars, one is more unstable than the other. The point is that I don't know how to drive at all! He burnt it and it's useless except to take up space! That bastard Xin Yuan can't give it to me. Burn a small tricycle over here?"

Grandpa Xin was so emotional that the key chains around his waist collided with each other frantically, trying to rub off the paint on the other's brand.

"Grandpa, do you know Xin Yuan?" The little paint bucket asked happily. The old man also knew Xin Yuan, and he suddenly felt closer to him.

The little paint bucket spirit dimpled from a smile. I don't know if it was because the paint bucket that he possessed originally had more holes, and two shallow pear dimples appeared at the corners of the little paint bucket's mouth.

Now the little paint bucket man doesn't have to smile, as long as he grins, these two small pits can appear, which is very painful.

"Yes, Xin Yuan is my little grandson. Although the things he burned to me were unreliable, and the paper money he burned to me was useless, but at least he didn't burn a woman for me, otherwise I would die After he died, how would he face his grandma? God knows that old Liu Tou and his son burned a mistress for him, and Old Liu Tou was almost beaten to death by his wife."

"Grandpa, are you still dead?" The little paint bucket spirit was very curious about Grandpa Xin's statement.

Although it sounds a bit ugly.

"No, I look like a ghost now, and I will dissipate one day." Grandpa Xin looked at the sky from afar. Today's weather is fine, and there are only a few scattered fat white clouds and little ones in the sky.

When he closed his eyes, he thought he would never see these scenes again.

"But you are different. As long as you find a suitable carrier, you can live forever."

Grandpa Xin patted the little paint bucket man's head, watched him squatting obediently, raised his head to look at him and smiled kindly.

"Come on, let's see, which bucket do you like!" Grandpa Xin cleared up his emotions, and pointed to the car that was loading some decoration tools not far away.

This car should be bound for the customer's home today.When the paint in the paint bucket is used up and no one wants these empty buckets, the little paint bucket spirit will possess a new body.

"That red one!"

The little paint bucket spirit struggled between the bright red and the emerald green bucket next to it, and finally chose a red one.Want to try different colors!

"I have a good eye. I also think the red one is very good-looking, and there are not many emerald green ones next to it." Grandpa Xin followed the transport vehicle with a small paint bucket that was not very skilled in floating skills. behind the car.

The author has something to say:

Grandpa: Thank you for the perfect housing security in the underworld, so that I will not be cheated to death by my grandson and have no place to live :)