Qin Ye rearranged his clothes in front of the mirror, um... perfect.
That long tongue, that black-and-white pupil, that fluttering white hair... How can he be considered a peerless beauty even in the midst of impermanence...
He didn't want a single flaw in this event.
Arthas didn't understand, and he didn't intend to explain it. In fact, I'm afraid only he knew the real purpose of this event.
That is... Establish a worldview of Yin spirits
Now, I am afraid that many Yin spirits still feel that there is no difference between the new underworld and the sun. By summoning the army, he will place the book of life and death, and the expansion of the underworld will clearly tell everyone that this place is like the world, but it is not the world.
It has the same economy, society, culture, and humanities as Yangjian, but also has completely different yin qi, magic, and yin soldiers. Only let them and clearly remember that they are dead, this is a completely different world. In this way, in the future education and scientific research work, we can open our minds, not limited to electricity, wind power, and gasoline, but also take into account... yin, life and death.
I believe that after today's inhuman scene, all Yin spirits will still remember it fresh.
"Let's go." After finishing the arrangement, he walked out meticulously. Outside, the noise was shaking.
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Yin Xiangnan is a high school student.
Unlucky high school student.
Died trying to save an old lady who was crossing the road at a red light. Now that I think about it, I wish I could give myself two slaps, cross the road at a red light, rely on the old to sell the old, why would I save her? You deserve to be hit!
It's a pity that complaining is useless, and since he died, he has come to a magical place.
It should be the underworld, but unfortunately, this underworld is pitifully small. There is only one ghost gate in total, but he is not a troublemaker. After coming down, although he is boring, he is very stable. Until one day... a devil-like boy appeared.
His face was full of youthful air, and he estimated that he was at most one or two years older than himself. But... he shot and killed hundreds of people! He was so frightened that he shrank under the tree and didn't dare to sweat.
Speaking of which, he could be regarded as the first batch of Yin spirits in the New Underworld.
After this incident, it entered a stage of extreme boredom. Fortunately, it didn't take long for a new ghost to arrive. In a land that is only ten miles away without computers or mobile phones, even socially autistic people must learn to chat with people, because... except chatting, there is nothing to do.
No need to eat or drink, no need to sleep, unlimited physical strength... For a while, he was going crazy, feeling like he was about to become a zombie. There is no "alive" experience at all.
It was at this time that the first phase of Qin Garden was announced.
At that time, the shock was boiling.
For the first time, they knew that the old underworld was broken.
For the first time, they knew that the boy from last time was actually the number one in the underworld.
For the first time, they knew that the other party was working hard to rebuild the underworld.
The oppressive cloud seemed to have dissipated, and the head was bright. No matter what... just do it! He immediately signed up for Yin Jiansi, but unfortunately, he was brushed down.
But... it wasn't great.
There are a few scattered machines, and less than a hundred Yin spirits work every day. This is still a rotation system, which makes the passion that everyone just mentioned annihilated. There were a lot of ghosts gathered under the tree again, and each ghost was chatting with ghosts that they didn't know each other. He felt himself numb, waiting to break down.
It was at this time that there were more complaints about the new underworld.
Without hope, there is no despair. The new underworld gave them hope, but it was shattered again and again.
And he suddenly discovered that these complaining Yin spirits... The Yin Qi in the seven orifices was getting heavier and heavier. He was still young and was afraid of being killed by Qin Ye twice before, so he did not dare to speak. So... After a period of time, the Yin Spirit rioted, and he once again saw the opponent descending from the sky like a divine weapon, beheading something unknown outside. His reverence for the new underworld had reached its peak.
But awe doesn't mean it won't be boring.
Dying and hesitating. Day after day doing nothing, no ideals, no end in sight... This feeling is like an invisible wall, oppressing the nerves of every Yin spirit invisibly. Just when he and the Yin spirits around him had gone through all his experiences ten times, he had an idea for the first time in his heart: If the world after death is like this...
I will live.
I don't want to die!
I don't want to die!
Life and death are not fair!
What is the reward for being brave
I don't know what I want, I don't know what I want, even if there is a little different thing now, it is enough to make the whole hell boil. This sense of decadence, until one day, all the ghosts looked at the sky in shock. The dark ashes formed cloud holes, and dozens of shipping containers fell with a bang.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the picture of that day reappeared involuntarily. When the container was opened, looking at the books full of football, basketball, chess, table tennis, various sports equipment, recreational facilities... He cried.
Not howling. But I don't know why, my heart is sore and sour, and the tears can't help flowing down. Moreover, he is not the only Yin spirit.
Countless people stared at dozens of containers, the entire underworld, from deep, heavy breathing, to choking, and ten minutes later, it turned into a sea of waves, screaming and cheering one after another. Too much so natural.
Perhaps it is difficult for the living to imagine how important these things are to the new underworld.
For them, the ghosts who are about to become walking dead, it is like a redemption.
Changed... everything changed!
From that day a month ago, the entire underworld has been turned upside down!
There are voices discussing "Master Qin" everywhere, not the same complaints as before, but affirmations with a smile. And after last month's Ghost People Conference, he has already begun to frantically look forward to this artifact entry ceremony!
I... come alive.
This was his idea for a month. He regained his vitality and his expectations. When he heard those policies at the Ghost People's Conference, he almost jumped up, and his hands were all red with applause!
He did not abandon us!
We are struggling, and the new underworld is desperately trying to change our lives! We... have hope for the future! It's bright!
For a whole month, the changes in the underworld were visible to the naked eye. I don’t know how many Yin spirits like him participated in the construction of the underworld. After nearly a year of communication, most of the surrounding Yin spirits were familiar with it. As far as he knows, Uncle Zhao, who is dying, used to be a senior fitter and signed up for a building materials factory. was hired on the spot. And appointed as unit director.
A sister who died of leukemia next to her signed up for a packaging company and was also hired. Now she can't keep her mouth shut every day, just waiting for the production line to start.
That uncle Gao, who was always sullen, joined the factory owners' union, so he was rich in his lifetime... It's nice...
Still chatting under the tree, but the content is completely different. Looking around, every construction site... 50% of the 100,000 Yin spirits have joined Yin Jiansi. Yin Jiansi now needs too many people. Every day, Yin Jiansi's recruiters are mobilized from one tree to another. But soon there will be a row with mobilizers at other factories.
Most of the conversations Yin Ling is talking about are, "Which department did you apply for?" "You were elected to the government? Civil servants? Not bad!" "Come, come, football? Now! Do you have anyone here?" "Old Zhao, kill a game of chess! I'll go to the processing factory in the afternoon to see if there are still places."
Change is too great, in full swing.
Therefore, he is looking forward to today's conference very much, and he has hardly slept well this month!
He wanted to see what new measures the underworld had.
He wanted to see what he could expect.
The current underworld is like a magic box, with layer after layer of anticipation, he can't wait to open the last layer and see... Whether the end of his expectations is a picture he never dared to imagine.
"Xiao Yin?" As soon as he turned around the tree, the two old men who killed chess next to him squatted on the ground and said, "Are you going to the conference?"
"Yes, Uncle Wang." Yin Xiangnan said with a smile, "Have you found a job?"
"It's almost there." Uncle Wang said with a smile: "But what time is it? Could it be too early?"
"Go and take your seat first." Yin Xiangnan smiled and rushed towards the gate of hell.
However, the more he ran, the more he realized that something was wrong. After running for another ten meters, the speed suddenly increased, and he rushed over with all his strength.
Yin spirits... Yin spirits are everywhere!
The gate of the ghost is closed, and now a huge mirror is used as a clock. The time for the entrance ceremony of the artifact is ten o'clock in the morning. It is only eight o'clock in the morning.
what the hell!
What time is this!
Going forward, continuing to move forward, after running a few hundred meters, he could no longer run, standing in despair, moving forward inch by inch.
Ghost Mountain and Ghost Sea.
In all directions, all are Yin spirits, and there are countless Yin spirits rushing from behind. How big is the gate of hell? To accommodate 100,000 onlookers, this is simply... worse than watching the New Year's Eve party up close!
Can't move at all. If it weren't for the ghosts at the scene, there would be 100% stampede accidents now. He couldn't help complaining: "I rely on... As for?"
"Why not?" Beside him, a young Yin spirit wearing glasses replied with a smile: "This is the first ghost gathering, isn't it the same as the Spring Festival Gala? There must be a lot of people."
The smile on his face is a satisfied smile, a full smile.
"It's not going to come all together..." Yin Xiangnan gaped at the Yin spirits that kept floating in the distance, and swallowed.
The young man sighed with emotion: "If it was in the past, it would be good to be able to come to a third... But now, if Master Qin has a user survey, not to mention 100%, 95% will definitely have it! The conference he presides is probably another time. There's big news, who doesn't want to be the first to see it!"
Yin Xiangnan sighed, what else could he do, bear it.
There are too many yin spirits... One hundred thousand yin spirits, at half past nine, just before the gate of hell, a dark ocean was formed. I could vaguely see Oda Nobunaga wearing armor and carrying a mother-clothed crowd to maintain law and order. Nine forty, fifty... it's exactly ten o'clock. Suddenly, the whole world was quiet.
The last second was the excitement of the crowd, but this second there was silence. Yin Xiangnan looked at the crowd in surprise, most of them were screaming and chatting with excitement, but there was no sound. Soon, everyone's eyes were staring at the gate of hell.
In the silence, suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, followed by the sound of drums and suona. Form a melodious and majestic music.
That is the music unique to the underworld. There is no lack of majesty in the gloomy, sharp and avenues. With the sound of the music, a group of yin spirit ladies, wearing ancient Tang suits, floated out from the gate of hell.
Yin Xiangnan took a deep breath without blinking.
Although no one spoke, everyone knew that the ceremony of entering the palace with the divine weapon had already begun!