"It will be like this in the future?" he gritted his teeth.

"No... when the sacred temple is built, a kind of talisman paper will be produced. When it is attracted by the soul, it will stick it on the sacred head. They will remember nothing when they come to the gate of hell." Arthas said lightly: "Instead of caring about it, you might as well look at the present."

"These people... come with fear and trepidation. Once the answers you give exceed their psychological boundaries, are you not afraid... Are you only a day's Yama?"

Qin Ye looked at the dark and humiliating ghost below with a split headache. What should I do? What should I do now?

There is no place to place these ghosts in the underworld, and now it is just the first batch!

"The underworld is in ruins and all new Yin Lings participate in the underworld construction work. Don't worry, once the underworld is built, everyone will receive the reward for their working time."

No one spoke below, which was a good omen. Qin Ye breathed a sigh of relief: "These rewards are not ghost money, but the unique benefits of every ghost who builds the underworld today. For example, choose your own residence on the newly built streets. For example, you should give priority to entering the government assessment department..."

"Hey..." Arthas sighed and sat up.

The discounts were released one by one, but the more I spoke, the more I looked, the more solemn Qin Ye’s eyes became.

The ghost below did not burst into tears, but his eyes were intertwined and an unbelievable look appeared.

"...The underworld is facing all reconstructions, and various important buildings need to be built..." He continued in a deep voice, thinking repeatedly in his mind: Am I wrong? What's wrong?

"Sir." Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up and asked respectfully: "Does every door entering the underworld need to be rebuilt?"

"Yes." Qin Ye couldn't find a reason to tell lies. He needed too much manpower now.

"...so... other adults, don't you do anything?" The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and smiled even more respectfully: "I used to be a government civil servant, from Laitong City, and I listened very kindly to you."

Qin Ye's lips moved slightly. He had indeed never participated in the government, nor had he managed anyone. When a new official took office, he could only read what he remembered.

Even though he has lived for so long, the gap between what he saw and what he thought of and what he did in reality is huge.

"I am the only one in the gates of hell, and I am the one in charge of all this."

"So you are the only one..." The man who had been standing up with a grin and grinned: "Hold the grass! I've been worried for a long time, what about the eighteen hells and six realms of reincarnation... go fuck it!"

Qin Ye's eyes flashed suddenly, and his hand was already tightly holding the handrail.

As the man said, at least more than a hundred people stood up at the scene, and the others' eyes flashed and they were hesitant.

"In other words, the underworld that I was afraid for a long time was just an empty shell." The man licked his lips ferociously: "Old ghost, there are many empty seats beside you... Can we sit on it and show off our power as much as you?"

"Maybe the performance is better than him and he can be promoted faster." A young man with yellow hair also stared at the hall with excitement and stood up with his hands.

Kaba... Kaba... A strong man with a muscle streaky muscles broke his neck and stood up: "The underworld and I think a lot differently. When I first arrived, I was afraid to die. I didn't expect that it was a hundred times better than I thought. This mom chair was ready for us."

"What are you waiting for!" The ferocious man pointed to the hall and shouted: "Didn't you see it if there is no one in the underworld? Everyone, just sit on it! We are the black and white impermanence on the TV! I'm afraid of a ball!!"

"That's right, we have more than a thousand people, and he's only one person, afraid of eggs!" "So many empty chairs are just waiting for us! Open the door!!" "Get out of the way! Let me pass!!"

The scene was in chaos in an instant.

At least hundreds of people stood up and rushed towards the hall with red eyes. Qin Ye closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "What's wrong?"

"Too gentle." Arthas bent her perfect silicone legs and gently rubbed against the beam: "You can't grasp the mentality of the Yin Ling, but it doesn't matter. All Yin Jie has encountered this situation."

"They came down from the world, with a nervous and awe-inspiring attitude, and suddenly they found that the underworld was different from what they thought. Moreover, it was an uncontrollable place. Without laws, police, and government, you were just a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, and the surroundings were desolate. The desire in their hearts expanded exponentially, and the practice of thinking that the law did not blame the public. As long as one person shouted, thousands of people would riot."

"This is the Yin Spirit Riot, this is quite small. On the scale, it is the Yin Spirit Riot. The most terrifying thing is the Yin Spirit Rebellion. There have been two rebellions in the history of the underworld, five rebellions, and the riots are once every hundred years. You are not resting on your mind... You are competing for time with these Yin Spirits. Once the riots cannot be suppressed, then... your Yama will be over."

"Don't forget... this is just a prelude, a piece of cake. When you feel the arrival of a large number of ghosts established by the new underworld across the country, your underworld can't hold on... Then, something really will happen..."

boom!!

At this moment, six or seven hundred people rushed up, their eyes were red and their expressions were ferocious. However, the moment they rushed to the entrance of the hall, a white light curtain appeared, flowing with incomprehensible ancient texts, sealing the door tightly.

"Open the door!! Let us go in!!" "Anyway, there is no one here, so why don't we help us?" "Open the door! Let people go! Aren't you afraid that we will tell your superiors that you abused us!!" "Is it irresponsible and do not meet our needs, you will be dismissed sooner or later!! Open the door!"

With twisted faces, Qin Ye saw the fiery yearning for power on the middle-aged man who was squeezed into the crowd and his slanted face. He saw the ecstasy of the law disappearing on the hideous man's face, the impulse for violence on the face of the muscular man, and the madness of them completely letting go of themselves.

"The disappearance of fear and the law, so the steel wire in the heart broke." Qin Ye murmured and nodded thoughtfully: "I've recorded it."

"Don't worry, the Gate of Hell is the facade of all underworlds, and it cannot be opened without millions of ghosts. And as the founder of the new underworld, you have control over all buildings. But what do you want to do now?" Alsace spoke with interest.

Qin Ye smiled and snapped his fingers. With a snap, the light curtain in front of the palace gate turned into a splash of white light.

Hundreds of ghosts suddenly lost their targets and rushed in with a scream like a ghost tide. At the same time, the ghost in front of them let out a scream and quickly faded backwards. The front and back were crowded, and the door was suddenly blocked.

The noise and screaming soon returned to silence, and then he began to quietly retreat with horror.

Because right in front of them, Qin Ye took out the ghost-headed sword.

The pale blade was surrounded by ghost fire. He had already slapped the table and jumped into the partition in front.

"How to do it?" Qin Ye smiled slightly: "You have reminded me a lot..."

"I'm really... too gentle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost-headed sword suddenly slashed forward.

Brush!! Unlike the use of the world, this sword is slashed out as if echoing the entire world. The new underworld makes a buzzing sound, and countless yin energy tsunamis sink into the ghost head knife. A black sword light burst out from the main hall of the Ghost Gate Pass, reaching ten meters high, and rushing straight through the hall.

Roar!! The gravel on the ground splashed, and a gulf several meters deep appeared in an instant. Endless ghost fire rose into the sky, and all the ghosts in the center disappeared in this knife.

With one knife, at least one hundred ghosts will be scattered.

"Oh?" Arthas played with his hair lazily: "When did he find it?"

"Early in the morning." Qin Ye walked out with a smile. Wherever he passed, all the gloomy spirits that had been boiling before looked at him in disbelief, then turned to look at the deep gap on the ground, stared at the eyes until they took a cold air, like a water-dividing stick, making a way out.

Dead silence.

No sound at all.

Wherever he passed, the ghosts retreated until he stood in front of the four-sided cauldron.

"You kept saying: Without the escort of evil, ghosts will have the wisdom of their lives. Isn't there only one escort here... Isn't it the only one I?" Qin Ye carried the knife on his shoulder and looked around the audience. No ghost dared to look at each other. Within his eyes, he lowered his head.

Arthas flew out of the hall, and someone saw this weird silicone doll, but no one dared to laugh.

"Remember, the underworld... is a world. And you created him, so you can say that you are the Creator God in this world now."

"The essence of your life has begun to transform. But whether a world can be strong or weak, what level you can reach in the end depends on how the underworld can develop."

"If you have the ability to unify the underworld around the world and launch a godly war against other underworlds, then... you may really be comparable to the legendary Allah, Jesus, and Pangu."

"Here you are God, the only God, no one can hurt you."

Qin Ye nodded, and he understood.

Yes: No one can hurt you.

It does not mean: you can rule the world.

When there are more and more ghosts and with their own intelligence, they can't kill them all, and others organize the government on their own, who is the underworld?

Is it hateful that I press the golden thread every year to make wedding clothes for others?

Who controls the underworld?

"There are still a lot to learn..." He walked over slowly, grabbed his hand in the void, and the soul of the middle-aged man with glasses flew over and knelt directly in front of Qin Ye.

"You...what are you going to do..." His voice trembled: "I...I will appeal! I, we are also ghosts in the underworld now...I, we have political rights..."

Qin Ye smiled.

Then he swung his sword!

Brush... the knife is gone without any trace.

The man in glasses drifted like a breeze, and a little soul fire flew into the hall, lit up the many Rakshasa in the hall, and the Vajra was like an ancient lamp in his hand.

"Who else?" He slowly turned around and looked around the audience. Everyone, whether it was the hideous man before or the strong man with muscles, had their lips trembling at this moment.

Within five seconds, dongdongdongdong... there was a muffled sound, and all the remaining eight or nine hundred ghosts knelt down and touched the ground with their foreheads. They did not say a word.
Chapter completed!