It is better to fight her once if she is to be slaughtered. So the drunkard shouted: “I’ll hang, I’ll hang–“.
He came under the rope and asked, “How do you hang it?” The hanger said, “Put your neck into the circle, and I will do the rest.” The drunkard stretched his wrist in a circle. The hanged ghost took a look and hurriedly said: “Wrong, wrong, not this neck”. The drunkard said, “This is the’hand neck’?” The hanged ghost said, “It’s the neck, the neck.” He pointed to the neck under the drunkard’s head. The drunkard put his feet in again. The hanged ghost looked at it and became more anxious, and said, “It’s wrong again, it’s wrong again, it’s the neck, it’s the neck!” At this time the drunkard pretended to be angry and said, “I don’t know which neck you are talking about. Son, you can hang it for me to see.”
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There is no way to hang the ghost, so I have to jump off the tree and say: “You see clearly, www. guidaye.com is the neck.” So he put his head in the circle. It was too late to say, then soon, the drunkard suddenly pulled the rope and caught the hanged ghost. He clasped the hanged ghost’s neck tightly with his left hand, and quickly untied his waistband with his right hand, and tied the hanged ghost’s neck firmly. It is said that after the belt of the trousers entraps the ghost, the ghost cannot escape. The hanged ghost could no longer run away, and turned into a big fat sheep. The alcoholic took the fat sheep and swaggered home.
At the fair on the fourth day, the drunkard took the fat sheep to the market and sold it for a good price. During the transaction, the drunkard especially told the butcher who killed the sheep: “When killing the sheep, do not untie the belt on the neck of the sheep, otherwise the sheep will run away.” Qian went to drink in the tavern.
Besides, Tuzi led the sheep home. When killing, he always felt that there was a trouser belt on the neck that was not easy to operate, so he untied the trouser belt. Unexpectedly, as soon as it was unlocked, the sheep turned into a gust of wind and disappeared. He only understood why the alcoholic told himself never to untie his belt. But it was too late to regret, only to admit that he was unlucky.
After a long time, the alcoholic went home drunk on the street again. It just happened to be late again, and he took a shortcut and walked into the grove again. From a distance, I heard the shout of “Come here to hang, come here to hang!” The drunkard got excited when he heard it, and said quickly: “I’ll hang, I’ll hang–“.
Unexpectedly, the hanged ghost disagreed and refused, “You don’t want to come, you don’t want to come, do you think you don’t have money to buy alcohol anymore?”