With the announcement of the Zhongyuan Ceremony, the entire underworld became busy.

Officials are busy. Whether high-ranking officials or civil servants, the collective exchange of 20 million ghosts is no small matter. The other island is not just an amusement park, but also various clothing stores, food stores, beverage stores, clothing stores... and these all require unified allocation by the government.

Not to mention civil servants, they register and exchange every day, and include opinions from various large and small areas on the Zhongyuan Festival... They are so busy that they are not careful!

Ordinary Yin Lings are also busy. Every day, there are endless queues in the central area, and even the entire underworld almost stopped the next day. So, in the evening of the next day, four new exchange points in the four major regions appeared, each with two thousand windows. At this point, there are tens of thousands of Yin Lings at the bottom of Pengqiu Guang!

As time goes by, every minute, every second... more and more ghosts exchanged new ghosts. Until this moment, they felt the huge rocks falling in their hearts, and began to wait for the arrival of the Zhongyuan Festival with red eyes.

They were nervous. Although they had experienced the difference between the underworld and the living, they still didn't know how different it could be. They only knew that the underworld would not be broadcasted, and they could inform the whole city immediately. In the era of Kong Mo's rule, almost no one showed their holy status. Therefore, when they held the underworld banknotes in their hands, what they were thinking about was that the other island had not appeared yet.

The Ming Dynasty note is very exquisite, with a black edge on the white background. The front is Qin Ye’s Yin-Difference Sketch, the back is Fengdu City, and the lower two corners outline the blooming red shore flowers. For these coins, Huang Liangchuan, far away in Bao'an, has put a lot of effort into it.

Time will not speed up with people's anxiety. It maintains its inherent pace, slowly but never stops towards the fifteenth.

On August 10, at 10 am in the morning of the world, a red crack was cracked in the sky. Then, under all the shocking eyes of the ghosts, a giant claw of the sky fell down, directly shooting out a huge pit outside Pengqiu City. Then... the thick clouds in the sky began to rotate wildly, and finally... formed a terrifying cloud cave of tens of thousands of meters!

The blue-white thunders surged in it, and the deafening thunder rang throughout the city. I don’t know who discovered this scene first, and there was no way to figure it out. Then, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, and millions of ghosts all looked at the sky. The next second, the originally quiet Pengqiu instantly filled the crowds!

here we go.

The preparations for the Zhongyuan ceremony that we were looking forward to finally begin!

Those bears, those who could not see movements a few days ago, were as anxious as ants in hot pans. At this moment, they only felt refreshed and the big rocks fell to the ground. Even if they could not see what the scene was outside the towering city wall,... the clouds flying from the top of the city and the ghost fire floating all over the sky were enough to prove how great this underworld project was!

Diting to take action!

It took only ten minutes from the sound of people to the sound of the needle falling. The feeling of expectation and intense excitement made all the ghosts' scalp numb! They looked straight at the sky. In this highly anticipated silence, fifteen minutes later, a loud bang, and a thousand-foot black tide fell from the sky. Break all the peace and ignite all expectations!

The flying flow down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that the Yellow River fell to the sky.

The sky seemed to collapse. The water was pitch black, but it was not turbid, but crystal-clear, like black glass stacked together. The roar that resounded through the earth overwhelmed all the cheers of the sky in the city, and it lasted for several hours before it stopped. When the faint sound of waves came from outside the city, the whistle and cheer in the city were torn through the sky. Any building slightly higher was full of countless ghosts, stretched its neck and looked out of the city wall.

Unfortunately, the city walls are too high and there is no way to see the situation outside. However, the more this happens, the more they feel like they are scratched and restless.

On August 11, the sky cracked again, and countless facilities fell from the sky. The Zhongyuan Ceremony was like a girl holding a pipa half-covered face, constantly seducing the hearts of all ghosts. This time, the veil was unveiled again, a huge Ferris wheel, a pirate ship, a water park... like chess pieces pinned by an invisible giant hand, swarming from the vortex.

I watched them fly in the sky excitedly. If the picture of mythology and magic is responding to it, the new ghost coins are spread out quickly. All the ghosts understand that the underworld really needs to do it! This is not empty talk!

It turns out that the underworld can also have entertainment.

It turns out that it is not that I can’t do it, but whether I have the energy to do it.

At this moment, all the ghosts felt cherished.

There are four days left before the Zhongyuan Festival.

The Ministry of Finance of the Underworld has issued trillions of underworld coins. On average, it is about 50,000 underworld coins per Yin spirit. However, this is still a drop in the bucket for decades of accumulation.

Fortunately, the new ghost coins have denominations of more than 500, 1000, 2000, 5000, 8000, and 10000. Otherwise, they would not be printed in a month. The power of the money printing machine is not large enough, and the power supply is not sufficient, and no alternative energy has been found yet.

August 12, 4:00 pm.

The first group of ghost soldiers guarding the city were rotated, and suddenly, all the friends and neighbors who knew them rushed over like a tide. They surrounded the usually rarely visited residences, and similar problems erupted like a volcano. "How is it?" "Can the other island catch up with the Zhongyuan Festival?" "How many more are there?" "Is it the same as a miracle?"

However, what answered them was the infinite emotion of the Yin soldiers guarding the city, as if they were still immersed in myths and legends.

"It's simply shocking... I really didn't expect that there could be such a way to build the other island... I can't speak the language, you all know it in the early morning of the 15th..."

"Anyway... it's so spectacular that I can't help but rush in and have fun!"

That night, the exchange reached its peak, and 430 billion new ghost coins were exchanged overnight. At this point, more than 60% of the ghosts in Pengqiu City had exchanged their savings.

On the 14th, four consecutive days of preparation finally came to an end on this day. In the afternoon, without warning, when a batch of equipment fell again, the cloud cave in the sky finally slowly closed.

Silent.

The next second, the whole city burst into earth-shaking cheers! After get off work, ghosts and people from all over the city swarmed towards the exit of the city wall. At seven o'clock in the world, outside the four gates, the team was as dark as clouds, and countless ghost fires were like summer stars. Excited discussions gathered into a surging sea tide, which made the huge hills buzzing.

Tang An was also in the group of ghosts. The excitement in his heart was about to burst out of his chest, wanting to scream, wanting to roar! Want to talk to others!

The last five hours are the Zhongyuan Ceremony!

He had made perfect plans in his mind, where to go first, where to go, and where to go. He wanted to talk to like-minded friends, screamed on the roller coaster together, and rushed towards the lake in the water park together, but he suddenly realized... Among the ghosts, there were actually a few young people...

"Old Tang, where are you going first? Let's go together?" Just as he couldn't help but join the Sunset Red Discussion Team not far away, a man's voice suddenly rang out. When he turned around, he immediately showed an uncontrollable smile on his face, and the other party was the same.

That is a depression that only peers can understand, and they want to talk to each other but have nowhere to vent. Now, they finally look at each other and smile at each other as if they have seen an underground party.

"Dark spaceship!" Tang An said without hesitation: "I have been interested in that thing for too long! The statue of God of Destruction is so handsome that it explodes! I have never been to the amusement park before! Where are you?"

"Same! Why don't we go together?" The two of them were not in the same neighborhood. They had only seen each other a few times before and nodded, but now they are like old friends, talking about everything.

"What a pity... I didn't master a thousand times when I died in Darkness..." "Don't be a pity, I haven't even been out of the ward after I got sick!" "Oh, by the way, don't you go to the Yin-Yang lamp first?" "Are you kidding? Look at this dark and yin-spirit group? Those uncles and aunts in the 1930s, 1950s and 1960s have long seized the strategic high ground! Are you crowded in?"

Like this picture, there are too many inside the city walls. Young people, middle-aged and old people of all ages spontaneously form their own circles and share their own guesses with enthusiasm. At the same time, everyone decides their goals.

vitality.

Standing on the Lijing Palace building and watching the scene beside the city wall, almost every minister felt his eyes warm. If the ghost had tears, someone might have burst into tears at this moment.

The entire Pengqiu is full of vitality that it has never been seen before. It is so rich that it can hardly be dissolved. This vitality is not even as good as the measures for resumption of the sun. Now, it is like a young volcano, ready to erupt at any time!

And as they planned all this, their sense of identity and satisfaction were beyond words!

"Are you ready?" As the top leader of this Zhongyuan Festival event, the Minister of Spiritual Affairs Zhang Zeguang was still "returning the sun". Deputy Minister Ye Su shouted excitedly: "Ten o'clock! Ten o'clock officially starts! All departments are in place! No one is allowed to make any mistakes!!"

"Yes!!" downstairs, thousands of civil servants responded in unison.

As time passed by minute by minute, the Yin Spirit Milky Way that had been built before Pengqiu was reappeared within the city wall. Unlike at that time, this was spontaneous.

Spontaneously gathered over time.

Waiting spontaneously...the arrival of twelve o'clock.

The spectacular scene is comparable to the annual New Year's Eve ceremony in the East China Sea, and it is even more than that.

Time felt so slowly at this moment. Just when ten o'clock came, the bell rang in Lijing Palace. Without warning, countless fireworks rushed into the air and bloomed in the darkness.

Lights rushed into the sky, then turned into broken jade and scattered all over the sky. The first wave was silver, like the snow in winter, and it was full of heat. However, before the first wave could subside, the second wave of red fireworks exploded into the dark night, just like the waves pushing the first wave.

It is like a cluster of flowers, like a hundred flowers blooming, rushing into the night in an extremely orderly manner from low to high, and scattering the moment of beauty. The dark night sky in the underworld is colorful and brilliant at this moment.
Chapter completed!