Fantasy: I lead hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers to rebuild the underworld

Soon, another three days flew by.

For the Underworld, the past three days have been extremely peaceful.

Xue Dingshan has gradually adapted to his work.

He guarded the Town God's Temple every day, listening to the blessings of the people of Nanyuan City, and then according to Chen Qiye's will, he would be rewarded for meritorious deeds and punished for evil deeds.

Three days down.

Xue Dingshan worked hard and did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

Under his governance, the Town God's Temple in Nanyuan City became busier day by day.

There is an endless stream of pilgrims who come to visit every day.

And for the ghost master headquarters.

But something big happened.

In the past two days, a new president came to the headquarters.

His name is Zhang Tianchen, and he is a ghost master specially dispatched by the capital. It is said that his cultivation has reached the sky-seeing state, which is equivalent to the strength of the ghost king.

At this moment, he is leading a group of ghost masters to patrol near the tower.

"President, today is the Ghost Festival."

"Tonight, the ghost tide is falling, and I am afraid that a large number of ghosts will descend on Nanyuan City."

"We dug a lot of tunnels in the city. If the situation gets out of control, the people can also evacuate through the tunnels."

"At that time, all members of our headquarters will be divided into four groups, guarding the four directions of Nanyuan City, east, west, north, south."

"To prevent ghosts from opening the gap and flooding into the city."

Wang Yuqing looked at Zhang Tianchen, who was young but had already become the president at the age of 40, and reported his work respectfully.

"Well done."

Listening to Wang Yuqing's words, Zhang Tianchen nodded.

Before Wang Yuqing could be happy, Zhang Tianchen's second sentence rang out: "However, in my opinion, let's bury all the tunnels in the city."

"Bury...buy it?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Wang Yuqing and the ghost masters present changed slightly.

They all said: "President, no!"

"These tunnels are the way for the people to retreat. If ghosts invade the city, the people can still rely on the tunnels to escape."

"But once it's buried, the common people can only become birds in cages and let the ghosts kill them!"

Zhang Tianchen said lightly: "Don't worry, the president has his own considerations in his heart."

"You think, the more this is the case, the more we need to stabilize the people's hearts. If we wantonly dig tunnels, it will definitely cause panic among the people. When the time comes, the people's hearts will be loose, and it will definitely be even more unfavorable to the situation in Nanyuan City."

"So, the president decided to bury all the tunnels in the city!"

"But……"

"All right!"

Zhang Tianchen waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Here, I am the president, you just follow my orders and do things."

As a well-known genius in the capital, Zhang Tianchen stepped into the sky-seeing realm at the age of 40, and possessed the strength to compete with the ghost king realm.

No matter how many times the ghost tide came, he was repelled by him alone.

He didn't believe that a mere ghost wave in Nanyuan City could cause any sensation.

No matter what ghosts come this time, he will kill them one by one!

Seeing Zhang Tianchen's firm expression, Wang Yuqing and the others sighed, but they could only turn around and follow suit.

And just when the ghost masters were busy filling up the tunnel.

In the distant kingdom of ten thousand ghosts.

The eight ghost kings stood up at the same time.

The monstrous evil spirit caused the sky to change color.

The ghost master let out a sneer, and said sinisterly:

"Everyone, it's time for us to go."

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Chapter 39

Today is the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, which is commonly known as the Hungry Ghost Festival.

According to the custom, on this day, the gate of ghosts is opened, and the underworld needs to release good ghosts to return to the sun, and go home to visit relatives.

Chen Qiye sat in the Palace of the Son of Heaven, flipping through the documents that Bai Wuchang handed over.

The paperwork was filled with dense numbers of names of ghosts.

These names are all ghosts who temporarily live in the city of vain death, waiting for reincarnation.

Most of them are good souls, or ordinary ghosts who have never committed a crime.

Chen Qiye looked at their life stories and their performance in the underworld one by one.

After combined consideration, red circles will be drawn on the names of certain ghosts.

And the chosen name is the soul that can return to Yang.

After a full two hours.

Chen Qiye put down the pen in his hand and let out a long breath.

"The selection is finally over!"

As the underworld took root in Bacheng, more and more ghosts were arrested.

It took him two hours just to choose the quota for visiting relatives.

"It seems that this cloudy emperor is really not easy to be."

Chen Qiye shook his head, a wry smile appeared between his brows.

"Black and white impermanence!"

"Ox head horse noodles!"

"Bai Qingsong!"

Chen Qiye looked outside the hall and called out several names in succession.

Not long after, ghosts and gods such as black and white impermanence had already entered the hall, bowing their hands to Chen Qiye: "See you, my lord!"

Chen Qiye handed over the roster in front of him, and said, "Today is the Ghost Festival. According to folk customs, the gates of the underworld are opened as hell, and all ghosts are released to return to the sun."

"The names on the roster are the ghosts who can return to the sun to visit their relatives this time. You all lead a team of Yin soldiers and take these ghosts back."

"Remember, before dawn, all ghosts must return to the underworld, and one must not be missed."

"Respect!"

Black and white impermanence waited for the ghosts and gods to bow their waists and salute. After receiving the order, they turned around and prepared to go.

……

Underworld.

Before the gate closes.

A large number of ghosts are gathering here at the moment, lining up in a long line, and each ghost's face is full of excitement and curiosity.

And at the front of the team, there are five yin gods, Black and White Wuchang, Bull Head and Horse Face, and Bai Qingsong.

They held a large stack of guides in their hands, and distributed these guides to the ghosts in front of them one by one.

Then he said: "Everyone, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival. The Son of Heaven is kind and wants you to go home and visit your relatives. These are the guides of the underworld, and you can rely on them to cross the road to Huangquan."

"Remember, Lu Yin cannot be discarded casually, otherwise, once Lu Yin is gone, you will no longer be able to pass through Huangquan Road, and you can only become wandering souls forever."

"Before dawn, all ghosts must return to the underworld."

"If there is anyone who stays in the world without permission, he will be killed!"

Heiwuchang's cold voice resounded in the ears of all the ghosts.

A chilling intent also quietly permeated.

Feeling this icy killing intent, all the ghosts present shook their bodies and quickly nodded in agreement.

Even some ghosts who had small calculations and wanted to stay in the world forever while the gate of hell was open, let go of their distracting thoughts at this moment, and dared not think too much.

Hei Wuchang turned to look at Bai Qingsong and Niutou Mamian, and said, "The door of ghosts is open tonight, and all the ghosts will visit relatives. At that time, the workload will definitely increase greatly. I hope you will pay more attention."

"Should be."

Bai Qingsong nodded.

Then he ordered a group of Yin soldiers to lead a group of ghosts to Huangquan Road.

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang each lead a team of Yin soldiers.

The bull head and horse face also brought a team of Yin soldiers.

Five groups of people walked towards the world in a mighty way.

……

late at night.

The streets of Nanyuan City were still full of people coming and going.

The flames burned wantonly in the copper basin, and the paper money fluttered gently in the air.

A certain family in the north of the city.

A seven or eight-year-old girl was squatting in front of the house, staring at the burning brazier in a daze.

She held a wad of paper money in her hand.

One by one, carefully put them into the brazier.

These paper money were burned for her grandfather.

Since she was only a few months old, her parents left for business and left herself in the care of her grandpa in Nanyuan City.

Every night, grandpa would tell her all kinds of nice stories to lull her to sleep.

When she is upset, grandpa will sit patiently next to her, and after she finishes crying, he will take out a lot of candies like a magic trick.

Those candies are really sweet.

Every night, when she leaves the teacher's place, she will find grandpa waiting for her at the door.

Then put her on his back and listen to her tell interesting stories that happened in the school.

Grandpa's back is really warm and solid.

Thinking about it now, the little girl still has a sweet smile on her face.

But one day...

Grandpa suddenly didn't come to pick her up.

She looked around the school frantically as if she had gone crazy.

However, she searched all over the school but did not find her grandfather.

Later, it was her father who took her home and told her:

"Your grandfather will never pick you up again."

Hearing this, she was scared for the first time when she was young.

Sitting on the ground crying helplessly.