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However, this is just the beginning.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the former director of Fengyun Group, with a wealthy man in the country ranked 53, and his personal assets were 43 billion yuan, participated in the bidding.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Kong, the former director of the Tang Dynasty Group, ranked 82nd in the country during his lifetime, and had a personal asset of 17 billion yuan, participated in the bidding.

On February 11, the first edition disclosed the number of loans to all bidding companies and their lifetime assets. This time... even ordinary ghosts were in a mess!

Among the top eight richest people, the others are all first and second leaders of famous groups in Huizhou and Dongshan provinces. Whose assets are considered billions. While watching the fun, the people were attracted again.

"Brother Qin." Li Jing Palace, the King of Hell's Office, Wang Chenghao walked up with a stack of information: "The data you want has been counted."

Qin Ye couldn't wait to pick it up. He wanted to see how much the fire had burned after a week of continuous boost.

The first thing that caught my eye was a line of big words: the Russian underworld compensation list.

Article 1: The Mongolian underworld is separated from the buffer area and merged into the underworld of China - the Treaty of Alshan.

The second article is the Russian underworld's various specialties, plants, yin beast seedlings, grain, wine, tobacco, cloth, oil paintings, carvings, and collections... It is full of more than 30 kinds! It is divided into 644 warehouses, with a total weight...

Six million tons!

Great... Qin Ye breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the huge city outside the window, his eyes full of energy.

Let this time become a feast of yin and yang.

Let’s take a look at what makes the world worry, doubt, question, and worry, and listen to it. I, the third King of Hell, will use my strength to tell everyone in the world that this long decade, this decade full of blood and fire, will come to an end with me!

"I inform the living room that on New Year's Eve, I will give them a big gift."

"yes!!!"

On February 12, the list of compensation for the Russian underworld was announced. The detailed procedures, locations and participating political leaders of the 17th Shopping Festival were announced.

This is the last bomb. No matter how slow the business district is, people wake up at the second bomb. This time, all the remaining ghosts woke up. Those who care about and don’t care about it, everyone knows the existence of the 17th Shopping Festival. And the first one to ferment...

Of course it’s a woman... no! Female ghost!

"Have you read the newspaper? 17 Shopping Festival, African primary color lipstick, provided by gld suppliers with the top brand of ointment. Plus black Mamba eyeshadow-aaaaaaaa!"

"Nonsense, of course I'll go!" "You still need to ask? Go to Tiandi Bank to withdraw money today!" "New Year's Eve in the world, the 17th carnival in the underworld... I want to hurry to the 17th now! My wallet is already hungry!"

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In the world of the world, Yanjing.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and most departments are on holiday. However, in an antique study, three old men are looking at the scroll in front of them with red eyes solemnly.

For more than ten minutes, no one spoke. Finally, an old man put down the scroll and said in a deep voice: "This is the first time."

"The first letter from the underworld since the founding of Xinhua Kingdom was just an invitation to enjoy the underworld's New Year? What is the underworld doing?"

The slightly fat old man in the left hand picked up the teacup and rubbed his temples: "This is to let us see the strength of the underworld... The new underworld is probably getting richer and ready to point his sword to the whole country."

"The three eastern provinces and the Pearl River Delta, the supernatural phenomenon has degenerated from red to orange in just over a dozen days. What have we done? No, and the underworld has been informed several times. Also, Huizhou and Dongshan, these two identities have become green. The underworld is taking action and has not stopped. He is throwing out this scroll now...what do he want to appeal?"

No one could guess what the underworld thought, and the fat old man looked slightly: "Can we believe him?"

No one answered.

A few seconds later, the old man in the central government looked at the ceiling and pondered: "The country of China has lived in water and fire for ten years."

"For a full decade, economic development has stagnated. If spiritual disasters can be solved, we will do our best to seize even the unreliable opportunity!"

He stood up, supported his hands on the table, and said without hesitation: "Secretary Fang."

"lead."

"Reply to that secret misunderstanding. At that time, all departments related to spiritual disasters in the world will go from provincial and ministerial officials to municipal branches and ministerial ministers to wait for good news."

"yes!!"

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According to statistics on the night of February 13, there were 58 participating companies.

On the 14th, ninety-four companies participated in the bidding bidding! Tiandi Bank ushered in a peak loan, with a total loan of 450 billion yuan in three days. Moreover, because a large number of ghosts were crazily withdrawing money, all bank counters continued all day long.

The boiling discussions were like the tide fading away, but it was not cooling down, but a suppressed excitement. If carnival was a storm, this was the ocean before the storm. In this gathering of intense and quietness, time passed by zero on the fifteenth.

On February 15, the bidding quota was closed. Pengqiu Port was closed. All cities were expected to have crowds.

16th, night.

There is no square in the underworld. Pengqiu City is copied from Shanhaiguan in the old underworld, and there is no concept of a square at all. But before nine o'clock, countless ghosts have gathered in the streets and alleys, streets and alleys, and look around with excitement. The city is unfamiliar with excessive enthusiasm.

Pengqiu is like a volcano that is about to erupt. As time passes by, the enthusiasm is getting higher and higher.

Eleven o'clock, eleven half, eleven fifty... The whole sound of Pengqiu was boiling, but at eleven fifty-nine, it suddenly became quiet.

Rumble... The whole Pengqiu was trembling. The person who was still talking stopped immediately and looked at the sky with an excited smile.

As Pengqiu trembled, yin energy began to gather, like a hundred dragons rising into the sky, forming a huge cloud cave over the entire city. Then... with a gentle light, a pale blue sprinkled all over the earth.

here we go.

No one spoke, for fear that his excessive breathing would disrupt all this. At this moment, except in the sky, all the lights of Pengqiu, from the city wall to the Lijing Palace Building, were extinguished in an extremely rhythmic manner.

It's like the craze that gathers together.

"Damn..." I don't know how many ghosts spoke in shock when they looked at this magnificent scene.

Brush... When the last light in Pengqiu went out, a huge clock made of yin energy in the sky was as big as ten thousand meters in size, quietly appeared in mid-air. The time scale was a blue ghost fire, and the clock face was a boiling cloud.

It has no hour hand, no minute hand, only second hand, it is clicking, pounding, walking like a tip of the heart, moving forward, moving closer, and running towards the carnival night at twelve o'clock.

"Here...here!!" Countless young ghosts were extremely excited, while older ghosts also had their chests fluttered.

The huge time scale ghost fire, like a sky lantern, shining the entire hill with blue blue. Under the grand scene of the world, a violent excitement burst out from all the ghosts at this moment, like the Yangtze River!

Spring Festival, Carnival, the last ten seconds!

I don’t know who it was, and he croaked in an excited voice that changed his tone: “Ten…”

"Nine..." "Eight!"

At the beginning, it was still scattered, but after three seconds, it turned into a carnival in the whole city! A boiling tsunami!

Passion is like a tide and excitement is like the sea, swarming from all directions! It swallows up the ghost fire and obscures the clock. The whole city is like a New Year's Eve in the world, and it makes a shocking and exciting roar.

"seven!!!"

"Six! Five! Four!"

Everyone put their hands beside their mouths and tried their best. I don’t know whether they were saying goodbye to the Spring Festival in the world, saying goodbye to the past, or welcoming the last three seconds of the carnival and embracing the future.

"three!!"

"two!!"

"one!!!"

The moment the last word fell, endless ghost fireworks rushed to the sky in an instant! They roared out from the walls of Pengqiu City, illuminating half of the sky.

The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain.

From all directions, rows of ghost fires rushed straight into the sky, turning into Taotie, Zhulong, Diting, etc., etc., because of the Yin Qi system, these fireworks are more dazzling and colorful than the world, like fuses, which directly ignited all the enthusiasm!

The feast begins!

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh !!!" Countless ghosts roared like venting. They were scattered wildly under the fire trees and silver flowers. Tonight, there was no work, only carnival. Tonight was the first Spring Festival after their death. They were shouting and roaring with their passion, flowing through the entire city.

Boom boom boom!! Countless fireworks exploded above the head, the sky was colorful, without the coldness of the underworld, only the pleasure of squirting. This scene is comparable to the New Year's Eve fireworks event of major provincial capitals in the world. The yin and yang are separated, but the same works are the same.

I don’t know how many ghosts think of relatives in the world. During the Spring Festival... Is the other person missing each other like me, and crying in the sky?

The beautiful scenery is hurt. The sudden sorrow that suddenly appeared in this crazy happiness quickly infected most of the ghosts. However, just as they showed a relieved smile and were about to bow their heads, the city walls were full of dancers.

They were tall, each of them was probably ten meters tall, wearing a fairy-like red palace uniform, and they could see it very clearly below. Before the ghost could be surprised, a familiar melody resounded throughout the sky.

"My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment..."

"Where I go, a hymn comes out..."

The singing is soft and I don’t know who is singing, but this scene is so suitable when the sky is dyed with Chinese red color.

"I sing every mountain, I sing every river... The smoke from cooking stoves is curling, the small village, and the road is a rut."

The melody became excited, and I don’t know how many ghosts felt itchy throats, especially those ghosts who died in the thirties and twenties. I don’t know who started the first, maybe no one started at all, but a feeling, a feeling, a sadness of farewell that made tens of millions of ghosts in the city sing slowly at the same time.

"My dearest motherland, I will always stick to your heart and tell me with your mother's pulse!!"

"My dearest motherland..."

When millions of people sang together, the picture was so shocking that the world was not enough to express it. And in the singing, the clock in the void turned into a fire of fire and drifted down gently. In the ghost fire, three phantoms, a thousand meters high, had already appeared in mid-air.
To be continued...