Chapter 128: The Yang World is not just about Yin Festival [6k]
About a few hours later.
Lu Wenwu has already captured the three-headed hellhounds and another four-headed chimera, and the old ghost was arrested and imprisoned for illegally possessing a high-powered offensive magic weapon.
Although he hasn't reached the standard of being taken away to feed elephants, it seems he will have to spend a few years in prison.
This story tells us that we should not show off unless there is anything wrong.
Especially when he doesn't understand the law but pretends to be in front of the ghost officer.
What made Lu Wenwu feel even more uncomfortable was
The consecrated mithril cross in the old ghost's hand was actually bought from the three fish-electrofishing guys who were caught earlier.
The electric fisherman picked it up from the garbage dump at the recycling station there when he sneaked in a while ago to collect materials for the thunder-attracting device.
After returning, he sold it to the old man who loved hiking at a high price as an antique and a consecration instrument.
Damn, the lives of these three fishermen are getting more and more difficult.
Smuggling, illegally returning to the living, reselling controlled items, privately drawing thunderbolts, setting fire to the Yama District monument, and intentionally harming other ghosts.
Lu Wenwu believed that he would soon be able to meet these three again at the Bo'er Elephant Breeding Farm of the Demon Subduing Division.
I hope they don't get caught doing anything else.
Otherwise, you will have to spend tens of billions of years in hell!
After completing his first mission after joining Gui'an easily, Lu Wenwu boarded the paper boat and returned to the headquarters with Ju Li to report on his work.
He killed two three-headed hellhounds casually, but no attribute points were dropped, which made him somewhat depressed.
As Ju Li was rowing, she asked, "What are you going to do with your spoils?"
"Sell it to the organization. I don't need it." Lu Wenwu replied while playing with the mithril cross.
They can neither explode attribute points nor be eaten, so there is no point in keeping them. To him, these things are pure waste.
As a dog owner, asking Lu Wenwu to eat the three-headed dog of hell is a bit too much to ask.
As for the four-headed Chimera.
This thing looked like something out of Resident Evil, and Lu Wenwu had no desire to eat it at all.
Unless he could get a recipe for cooking chimera in a particularly delicious way, he might consider giving it a try.
But no matter what, Lu Wenwu's career as a ghost messenger officially began from today.
Almost a year later.
Lu Wenwu, who had just fought a thrilling battle, walked out of the shower room in the dormitory, used the sun's true fire to evaporate the moisture on his body, and transformed himself into a set of casual pajamas.
"Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. I really miss home. I wonder how Maomao and Xiaobao have been doing this past year."
Lu Wenwu was lying on the bed fiddling with his cell phone, boredly reading today's news from the underworld, his mind full of joy at being able to go back soon.
After a year of career as a ghost messenger, he has gained a lot of experience in combat.
The experience of fighting with all kinds of strange creatures in various missions alone is a very valuable asset.
For others, perhaps this journey to hell is just a simple world copy, and it is a business puzzle type.
Everyone is either thinking about how to quickly complete the copy and return to the world of the living, or thinking about how to get enough rewards in the underworld, or trying hard to survive.
It’s easy to go back early. Just sneak back from the Cliff of Resurrection.
As long as you don't act too recklessly and get discovered, the security at the Cliff of Resurrection will basically turn a blind eye and won't care too much about it.
Or if you are more powerful, you can get back to the world from the bug in Beiyin Mountain. The specific operation is unknown. It is said that awsd squat squat squat squat squat
If you want to be conservative, just wait until the Ghost Festival when the gates of hell open, and you can go back through legal means, there is no danger.
There's nothing wrong with it except that I was a little nervous this year.
But for Lu Wenwu, the ghost messenger who has come ashore, this is no different from an extra-long rest period.
As the ghost among ghosts, it was too easy for him to go back.
Just apply to the higher authorities. The underworld is not a forced labor institution. In this respect, it is very humane (correct).
Anyway
As long as you don't cultivate to some extremely awesome level, you will have to come back to report sooner or later. The underworld is not very anxious about this kind of thing.
Of course, if you practice to that awesome level
Then it doesn’t matter whether I come back or not.
In this way, Lu Wenwu lived a very comfortable life in the underworld this year.
He came down in his true body and can continue to practice in the underworld.
For a whole year, even if he just set up a stall at Gui'an headquarters every now and then to sell a few egg-filled pancakes, he could still make a lot of money and earn spiritual coins.
In addition, due to the special nature of the world copy, he did not lock the mall during the process. After he stabilized, he started to buy practice acceleration cards crazily and spent a lot of money.
In addition, Lu Wenwu is also using the resources that can be collected from Gui An and his colleagues to madly practice his various skills, and his proficiency level has been greatly improved.
Don't get me wrong, of course I'm not turning my colleagues into cultivation resources or killing them in exchange for attribute points (mainly because killing ghosts won't give them up, Lu Wenwu tried it in the mission).
But here, Lu Wenwu can easily find opponents who can compete with him, and there are plenty of them.
As long as he doesn't use the true fire of the sun, there will still be many ghost messengers and ghost generals willing to serve as his sparring partners.
Compared to his colleagues who used all sorts of fancy skills and shady tactics, Lu Wenwu, who could only throw a simple straight punch, could simply be described as "cute".
And after each sparring session, there are delicious spiritual meals and egg-filled pancakes to eat, which is simply too great.
Up to now, in Lu Wenwu's skill panel, except for the very embarrassing [Gun Mastery] which he had only mastered by playing with the guns of the underworld to the [Initial Gain], the proficiency level of all the remaining skills has been improved to the level of [Grandmaster].
Among them, through the careful guidance of Deputy Commander Gui An during this year, Lu Wenwu's [Ba Quan] has already had a hint of the essence of the true meaning of martial arts, and is about to break through the threshold of [Reaching the Pinnacle].
It's not just this one skill that's about to break through.
[Dragon Wings], which only requires real dragon blood to upgrade, will also be upgraded soon, and it will even be faster than [Ba Fist].
Lu Wenwu holds several positions, and this year has not been in vain.
He used the various rare resources from the underworld he had collected and some spirit coins to exchange for ten milliliters of precious blood of the Nether Yin Dragon, and the most important essence blood, at the Food Bureau.
The Dark Yin Dragon is a powerful dragon species unique to the underworld, possessing the powerful talent of traveling between the Yin and Yang worlds.
The ten milliliters of dragon blood that Lu Wenwu exchanged came from a peak S+ Dark Yin Dragon that was about to enter another realm.
If calculated according to the common saying in online novels, it can be considered as half a step to becoming a god.
However, there is no such level division in the system.
[Dragon Wings] This skill is very unique.
The strength of the skill does not depend on the practitioner's comprehension, but mainly on the quality of the dragon blood used for repairs.
In this way, the wings of the magic dragon cultivated with the essence and blood of the Dark Yin Dragon, which is half a step away from becoming a god, will definitely bring a great improvement to Lu Wenwu.
What does proficiency in [Reaching the Pinnacle] mean?
It means that this skill has reached its peak in the mortal realm.
Basically, only S-level strongmen can cultivate one or two skills to this level.
Going further up, it involves the level of laws, which is a realm that only gods can master. Under normal circumstances, it is something that can only be touched by reaching the level of gods.
And now, Lu Wenwu is about to possess two skills at the [Pinnacle] level!
The skills he mastered were improved drastically, and Lu Wenwu's physical condition was certainly not left behind.
Apart from the mysterious things like combat experience, the improvement of [Physical] attributes is real.
Lu Wenwu, who made millions of spirit coins, combined exchange with practice to raise his [Physical] attribute directly to 6500!
The price he paid was that his spiritual currency deposit was reduced to just over 200,000 yuan for emergencies.
After fiddling with the phone for a while, Lu Wenwu heard a "beep beep" sound from his communicator.
When he opened it, he found that it was a reply to the resignation letter he had submitted earlier.
The higher-ups did not approve Lu Wenwu’s resignation application, not even for a single position.
Instead, according to the ancient tradition of the underworld, he was given a classic job-sealing treatment.
The staff dormitories and files are kept at the same time, and the equipment distributed is kept by the staff.
If Lu Wenwu comes down again one day, he can directly take up his post again from Fengdu City.
"Forget it, let's just keep it."
Lu Wenwu smiled and shook his head, changed into casual clothes and walked out of the room, saying goodbye to the friends and comrades he had met this year one by one.
Today is his last day in the underworld, and tomorrow he will end his journey to the underworld and return to the world of the living.
Before leaving, Bai Eryiyi and Hei Jiubawu, who happened to be on leave today, asked him to go together in the early morning to watch the most grand celebration performance in the entire underworld - the Zhongyuan Festival Gala Morning Party.
It is probably similar to the Spring Festival Gala in China during the Chinese New Year, but it is much more fun and interesting than the things in the world of the living.
after all
Anyone who dares to mess up at this meeting where all the underworld, including the ghost gods and ghost kings, will be watched, will be dragged away and fed to the elephants!
The fate of that fat crosstalk artist named Jiang is still fresh in our memory!
Riding a paper boat to the main urban area of the wheel area, the atmosphere of "New Year" here has become extremely strong, with white paper lanterns and white candles decorated everywhere.
Many shops also give away exquisite round ancient paper money as souvenirs, and the entire main urban area is filled with the howling of ghosts and gusts of cold wind.
Many shops selling ghost food have already hung up huge live broadcast screens and are hiring professional staff to debug them.
This is also an old tradition of celebrating festivals in the underworld.
At this time in the world of the living, people usually set off firecrackers, race giant pigs, light river lanterns, dance with sky lanterns, offer tributes, burn paper money, save lonely souls, and pay tribute to ancestors. In some places, people also eat snacks with special meanings.
The greatest fun for the ghosts in the underworld is to gather together on this day to watch the people in the world celebrating the festival and the live broadcast of the ghosts performing their activities.
After watching the Zhongyuan Festival morning party, the gates of hell opened wide, and those who still had relatives and friends there could go back if they wanted to.
If you don’t want to go back, you can call a few friends to have fun together.
For example, which unlucky ghost didn't get to eat the offerings this year? Which ghost who had no relatives but still went back stole someone's tribute? Which descendants made a mistake in the grave and the way of worship, leaving the ancestors with no food to eat, and so on.
In recent years, as the times change, the number of living people in the world celebrating the Ghost Festival has gradually decreased, and the ways in which ghosts in the underworld have fun and watch fun have become more and more bizarre.
For example, in recent years, there have been some companies that opened for business during the Ghost Festival.
They bet on whether those with bad tempers can successfully eat the sacrifices this year, whether they will cause trouble if they fail to eat the sacrifices, and how long it will take for them to be forcibly arrested by the Day and Night Wandering Gods and Gui An after causing trouble.
Lu Wenwu parked the paper boat and walked towards the Grand Tomb of the Underworld in casual clothes. On the way, he overheard many conversations between old ghosts and new ghosts.
Regarding the issue of celebrating festivals in the underworld, there are also many frictions and disagreements among ghosts.
Some radical ghosts argue that our race has changed, and we should no longer celebrate any festivals of the mortal world, but only festivals unique to us ghosts.
Some conservatives argue: We have been used to it for so many years, so it might as well continue to celebrate it. There are too many festivals.
There are also some ghosts in the middle who want to compromise and argue that it is okay to celebrate both the underworld and human festivals in China, but there is no need to celebrate foreign festivals like Christmas and Halloween.
As for Lu Wenwu, he felt nothing about it.
Anyway, whether he has a holiday or not, his daily life is still about practicing and researching how to make more delicious egg-filled pancakes, there is not much difference.
Walking through a beautifully built cemetery, the tall tomb of the underworld comes into view.
From a distance, Lu Wenwu could already see the quiet Bai Eryiyi and the noisy Hei Jiubawu.
These two are still the same.
For two old ghosts who have lived for at least several hundred years, a year is too short, just a small period of time in their ghost life.
But for Lu Wenwu, a year is already quite long.
At least that's what he thinks now.
"Wow, so this is the VIP seat! I haven't been here in all these years! Bro, you're awesome! How much did it cost to get this ticket?"
In the VIP room of the tomb in the underworld drama, Hei Jiubawu looked left and right as if he was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
"Yes, Xiaowu, this is too expensive. We should have treated you."
Bai Eryiyi had a curious and embarrassed expression on his face, much more reserved than the black-faced guy next to him.
"We're all just friends, don't worry about this. It was a gift from a client, I didn't spend any money on it." Lu Wenwu waved his hand, keeping his achievements and fame to himself.
He forgot which ghost king who had eaten stuffed pancakes gave him the VIP ticket, and it was used to pay for a stuffed pancake.
When he thought about it, he and the Black and White Impermanence went to see it.
If I really take it out to sell, I will be caught by Gui An as soon as I sell the tickets.
These things are specially supplied to the major ghost kings and are not circulated outside at all.
Soon, the guests were seated.
Under the illumination of headlights in a mixture of pale white and ghostly green, accompanied by creepy and tragic music, the Ghost Festival morning party officially began.
Lu Wenwu, who hadn't looked at the program, always felt that this thing sounded familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard it, and just nodded along with the rhythm.
Suddenly, the main melody of the erhu and suona complemented each other, and the atmosphere in the tomb reached a climax.
Lu Wenwu suddenly remembered.
Holy crap, the symphony version of Erquan Yingyue!
Good, good, this is so damn elegant.
The song is finished.
Amidst the even more eerie and terrifying music, several ghost hosts took the stage one by one, waving to the other ghosts and shouting in unison:
"Dear audience members! Happy holidays everyone!"
A ghost host dressed in black announced loudly, "This is the Underworld Radio and Television Station, the live broadcast site of the 2025 Zhongyuan Festival TV Gala. We, along with all the ghosts of the Underworld and our fellow beings from all races in the underworld, have gathered here to welcome the arrival of the Zhongyuan Festival in the Year of the Snake!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
There was a sound of ghosts howling at the scene. All the ghosts outside the box were shouting madly, and gusts of cold wind were raging at the scene.
Just when Lu Wenwu thought that the Ghost Festival morning party in the underworld would be like the Spring Festival Gala in the mortal world, with a bunch of flowery auspicious words as the opening remarks, he heard a shrill female voice shouting:
"My fellow men and women in the underworld, my fellow villagers! Let's have some fun!"
Before Lu Wenwu could come to his senses, the scene on the stage suddenly changed, and eighty-eight hanged men suddenly jumped down from the top of the stage like bungee jumping.
They jumped in a very orderly manner, and each ghost had a white silk tied around its neck, the same as Heshen's.
Lu Wenwu heard a crisp "bang" sound, and eighty-eight white silks were stretched straight at the same time.
Accompanied by this extremely explosive opening and even more sinister music, the eighty-eight hanged ghosts, divided equally between men and women, started swinging in the air. Damn!
They sang loudly while swinging.
I don't know what device was installed on the ceiling, but there were hanged ghosts on white silk, divided into two groups, which began to rotate clockwise and counterclockwise in the entire venue like a swing!
The sound is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes far, sometimes near, sometimes up, sometimes down.
Lu Wenwu even saw those hanged ghosts waving to him enthusiastically with bright smiles when they passed by his private room!
The main focus is on a super experience!
True 3D surround sound!
What are these "Bose", "Harman Kardon" and "Yamaha"?
Compared with the 360-degree spherical surround sound in front of me, it's nothing but rubbish!
Everyone knows how scary this is!
Even Lu Wenwu, who was usually calm, was stunned.
What kind of scene haven't you seen?
Wdnmd, I’ve never seen such a scene before!
"Ghost."
Lu Wenwu couldn't help but take out his cell phone and start recording.
"I've accumulated great virtue, and auspicious signs have spread to the heavens. Today has truly broadened my horizons. The executions of famous figures in ancient times were definitely not as thrilling as today."
Hei Jiubawu excitedly stuffed a handful of ghost vine fruit into his mouth, chewing it while mumbling, "An ancient celebrity? Isn't that the one who just flew over?"
"Oh? Who's that?"
"Yang Guifei, it seems that her name has changed to Li Hua now."
"Oh, Yang Gui. Wait a minute! Who the hell did you just say flew over there?!" Lu Wenwu was stunned on the spot.
"Yang Guifei, Yang Yuhuan! She's the one who rode a red horse, smiling like a concubine, and no one knew she was from Litchi. Look, she's here again, greeting you." Hei Jiubawu was a little confused. "She should be very famous, Xiaowu, haven't you heard of her? Or do you guys just stop studying ancient history these days?"
"No, of course I know Yang Yuhuan!" Lu Wenwu's face was full of madness, and he pointed at the flying guy fiercely, "But he is a man! A man! Even if his face is really beautiful, he is still a man!"
"I thought you'd adapted in this year." Bai Er shrugged, imitating Lu Wenwu's habit. "Ju Li, the one from Gui An who often invites you out on missions, used to be a man. Lao Wu and I were also women three hundred and seventy-five years ago."
"WTF!!!" Lu Wenwu's face was filled with doubts about life, grief and anger, "But I still can't accept that Yang Yuhuan has become a man!!!"
Bai Eryiyi continued to shrug cheerfully, "In fact, due to various reasons, many ghosts in the underworld have changed their genders."
"After all, for ghosts like us, our anatomy isn't important. We can easily change our appearance, and gender doesn't mean anything to us anymore. Why not give it a try?"
"Just like in the past few decades, many female ghosts who have lived for more than a hundred years will choose to transform into male ghosts for fun."
"In recent decades, however, many young male ghosts have become very excited to transform into female ghosts, and then on Qixi Festival, they excitedly make arrangements with other male ghosts for their next life's marriage."
"Some female ghosts transform into male ghosts and then harass other male ghosts. It's very emmmmm."
"In the past twenty or so years, some of the young ghosts who have come here have some rather naughty ideas. They want to give themselves both male and female characteristics. I heard they call it something like futanari?"
"An old fellow like me doesn't quite understand the thoughts of young people. Fortunately, our situation is relatively rare. This kind of situation is more common in the Yellow Springs, Western Hell, and Western Heaven."
"It's very easy for ghosts to change their gender; it's just a matter of thought. However, I heard that it's difficult to change after achieving the status of a Yin Spirit and cultivating a body." Hei Jiubawu continued, "Haven't you noticed that the changing rooms in public places in the underworld don't have any anti-void devices installed?"
"Hahaha, I really didn't notice." Lu Wenwu laughed dryly. "I didn't expect to learn another useless piece of trivia before leaving."
Just when he thought the current situation had reached its peak.
Unexpectedly, something even more important is yet to come.
Those hanged men actually pulled their bodies off when the song reached its climax, jumped onto the stage and started dancing!
And the eighty-eight heads were still flying in the air, spinning and singing, just like the rainbow light balls in a disco, glowing and spinning wildly!
The audio-visual effects are extremely explosive.
The ghosts below were completely excited. The whole scene was gloomy with a bit of nonsense, and a hint of humor in the gloom.
After accepting this setting, Lu Wenwu was actually a little bit addicted to it and barely grasped a bit of the essence of the underworld program.
Judging from the immersed expressions of Hei Jiu Ba Wu and Bai Er Yi Yi, as well as the extent of the ghosts' howling, the guy who planned this show must have done something both cruel and good, which is very much in line with the general aesthetic of ghosts in the underworld.
(End of this chapter)
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