Qin Ye tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror, um...perfect.

That long tongue, the black and white pupils, the floating white hair... how could it be considered a peerless handsome man in impermanence...

He didn't want any flaws at this grand event.

Arthas didn't understand, and he didn't intend to explain. In fact, he was probably the only one who knew the real purpose of this event.

That is... establish a worldview of the Yin Spirit

Now, I'm afraid many ghosts still feel that there is no difference between the new underworld and the world. He wants to summon the army and place the life and death book. The underworld expands and clearly tells everyone that this is like the world, but not the world.

With the same economy, society, culture, and humanities as the world, but also have completely different Yin energy, magic, and Yin soldiers. Only by letting them clearly remember that they are dead is a completely different world. In this way, future education and scientific research work can open up their minds, and will not be limited to electricity, wind, gasoline, but will consider... Yin energy, life and death.

I believe that after today's inhuman scene, all the ghosts will still remember them freshly.

"Let's go." After finishing the organization, he walked out meticulously. Outside, the noise was already shaking the sky and the earth.

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Yin Xiangnan is a high school student.

A high school student who is not very lucky.

In order to save an old lady who crossed the road with a red light, she died. Now when I think about it, I wish I could slap myself twice, cross the road with a red light, and rely on my seniority to make me feel good about her. Why should I save her? I deserve it if I was hit!

Unfortunately, complaining is useless, and since his death, he has come to a magical place.

It should be the underworld, but unfortunately, this underworld is pitifully small. There is only one gate of hell in total, but he is not a troublemaker. Although he is bored after coming down, he is also very stable. Until one day... a devil-like boy appeared.

His face was filled with youthful aura. He was probably one or two years older than him at most. But... he killed hundreds of people just after taking action! He was so scared that he hugged under the tree and sweated.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as the first batch of ghosts in the new underworld.

After this incident, we entered a very boring stage. Fortunately, not long after, a new ghost came. On a land without a computer or a mobile phone, even social autistic people must learn to chat with people because... there is nothing to do except chat.

No need to eat or drink, no need to sleep, no need to be physically strong... For a while, he was almost crazy and felt that he was about to turn into a zombie. He did not have the experience of "living".

At this moment, the first phase of Qinyuan was announced.

At that time, the shock was boiling.

For the first time they knew that the old underworld was destroyed.

The first time they knew that the boy was the current top leader of the underworld last time.

For the first time, they knew that the other party was working hard to rebuild the underworld.

The suppressed cloud seemed to collapse, and the light was above his head. No matter what happened... he would do it! He immediately signed up for Yin Jiansi, but unfortunately he was wiped out.

But... the next one is not good.

There were fewer than a hundred Yin spirits working every day. This was a rotation system, which made everyone's just raised annihilated passion. Many ghosts gathered under the tree again, and each ghost was chatting with unknown Yin spirits in a row, hoping to finish all of them until now. He felt that he was numb and was waiting to collapse.

At this moment, there were more complaints about the new underworld.

Without hope, there will be no despair. The new underworld gave them hope, but it was shattered again and again.

And he suddenly discovered that these complaining ghosts...the Yin Qi in the seven orifices became heavier and he was still young, and he was afraid of being killed by Qin Ye's previous two kills, so he did not dare to speak. So... After a period of time, the Yin Spirit riot, and he once again saw the other party as if a divine weapon had descended from the sky, killing something outside. His awe for the new underworld had reached its peak.

But awe does not mean you won’t be bored.

Death is wandering. Day after day, nothing is done, no ideal, no end... This feeling is like an invisible wall, invisible to suppress the nerves of every ghost. Just as he and the surrounding ghosts have read through all his experiences in his lifetime ten times, he had an idea in his mind for the first time: If this is the case in the world after death...

I will survive.

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

Life and death are unfair!

What is the reward for bravery?

I don’t know what I hope for or what I desire. Now even if there is a little different thing, it will be enough to make the entire underworld boil. This sense of decadence will not be until one day when all the ghosts are shocked to look at the sky. The dark ashes form cloud caves, and dozens of containers fall down.

There was a smile on his lips, and the scene of that day appeared again involuntarily. When the container opened, he looked at the full of books, football, basketball, chess, table tennis, various sports tools, and entertainment facilities... he cried.

It was not howling. But for some reason, my heart was so sour and tears couldn't help but flow down. Moreover, it was not just him, a ghost.

Countless people looked straight at dozens of containers, the entire underworld, from low to heavy breathing, to sobs, and ten minutes later, turning into a tide of shock, screaming and cheering. It was so natural that it was too natural.

Perhaps it is hard for living people to imagine how important these things are to the new underworld.

For them, the ghosts who are about to become walking zombies, they are simply redeemed.

It has changed... Everything has changed!

From that day a month ago, the whole underworld has been earth-shaking!

The voice of "Master Qin" was discussed everywhere, not the same complaint as before, but the affirmation with a smile. After the Ghost People's Congress last month, he had already begun to look forward to this artifact entry ceremony!

I...realized.

This was his thoughts for a month. He regained his vitality and expectations. When he heard those policies at the Ghost People's Congress, he almost jumped up, and his hands were red with applause!

He did not abandon us!

We are hard to bear, and the new underworld is also desperately trying to change our lives! We... have hope in the future! A bright future!

For a whole month, the changes in the underworld can be seen with the naked eye. I don’t know how many ghosts like him participated in the construction of the underworld. After nearly a year of exchanges, most of the ghosts around him became familiar with them. As far as he knew, Mr. Zhao, who died of his life, used to be a senior fitter and signed up for a building materials factory. He was hired on the spot. He was appointed as the head of the unit.

A sister who died of leukemia next to her signed up for a packaging company and was hired. Now she can't stop talking about her every day and just waits for the production line to start construction.

That old man Gao, who was always sinister, joined the factory owners alliance. It seems that he was a rich man during his lifetime... It's so good...

They are still chatting under the tree, but the content is completely different. Looking around, 50% of the construction sites... 100,000 Yin Lings have joined Yin Jiansi. Yin Jiansi needs too many people now. Every day, Yin Jiansi recruits mobilize between the trees. But they will soon start arguing with the mobilization personnel from other factories.

Now the Yin Ling talks are mostly about "Which department did you apply for?" "You were elected to the government? Civil servants? Not bad!" "Come on, football? Brother, if you don't know, you won't know. We have a team there! Are there anyone here?" "Old Zhao, kill a game of chess! Go to the processing factory in the afternoon, and there are still places."

The change is too big and in full swing.

Therefore, he was extremely looking forward to today's conference and hadn't had a good sleep this month!

He wanted to see what new measures there would be in the underworld.

He wanted to see what else he could expect.

The underworld is like a magic box now, layer by layer of expectation. He can't wait to open the last floor and see... the end of his expectation is a picture that he once dared not think about.

"Xiao Yin?" As soon as he turned the tree, the two old men who were killing chess beside him squatted on the ground and spoke: "Are you going to attend the conference?"

"Yes, Uncle Wang." Yin Xiangnan said with a smile: "Have you found a job?"

"It's almost done." Uncle Wang smiled and said, "But what time is this? Is it too early?"

"Go and take the position first." Yin Xiangnan smiled and rushed towards the gate of hell.

However, the more he ran, the more he realized something was wrong. He ran for more than ten meters, and his speed suddenly accelerated and rushed over with all his strength.

Yin spirit...there are Yin spirits everywhere!

The Gate of Hell is closed, and now a huge mirror is used as a clock. The artifact is entering the palace ceremony at 10 am. It is only 8 am now, and he can vaguely see... It is already in the front of the Gate of Hell?

What the hell!

What time is this!

Going forward, he continued to move forward. After running for hundreds of meters, he could no longer run and stood in despair, moving forward inch by inch.

Ghost mountains and seas.

All directions are full of ghosts, and countless ghosts are rushing behind them. How big is the gate of ghosts? It is enough to accommodate 100,000 people to watch, which is simply... worse than watching the New Year's Eve party up close!

He couldn't move at all. If it weren't for the scene's ghosts, there would be 100% of stampede accidents. He couldn't help but complain, "Damn... as for it?"

"Why not?" A young man wearing glasses was beside him and replied with a smile: "The first time ghost people's event, isn't this the same as the Spring Festival Gala? There must be a lot of people."

The smile on his face was a satisfied smile and a full smile.

"It's not all about it..." Yin Xiangnan looked at the ghost floating in the distance and swallowed.

The young man sighed with emotion: "If it were the past, it would be nice to have one-third of them... But now, if Lord Qin has a user survey, if not 100%, 95% will definitely be there! The conference he hosted may have big information, so who wouldn't want to be the first to see it!"

Yin Xiangnan sighed, what else can I do? Let's bear it.

There are too many ghosts... At 9:30,000 ghosts, a black ocean formed in front of the Ghost Gate. You can vaguely see Oda Nobunaga wearing armor and carrying the mother-clothed people to maintain public order. At 9:40, fifty... At 10:00, suddenly, the whole world became quiet.

The last second was still full of excitement, and the second was silent. Yin Xiangnan looked at the crowd around him in surprise, most of them screaming and chatting excitedly, but there was no sound. Soon, everyone's eyes were staring at the gates of hell.

In the midst of silence, suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, followed by drums and suona roaring together, forming a melodious and majestic music.

It was the music unique to the underworld. It was full of majesty and sharp, and it was sharp and unreliable. With the sound of the music, a line of ghost ladies, wearing ancient Tang suits, floated out of the gate of ghosts.

Yin Xiangnan took a deep breath, not blinking.
Chapter completed!