"These lonely souls escaped during the renovation of the eighteenth layer of hell, and if you don't send them back to hell, you dare to say that the reconstruction is complete?"

Meng Po looked at me angrily with an old face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Blame me?

I looked at the soup bowl she had dropped to the ground, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't your Meng Po soup able to erase people's memories, give them a bowl per person, and it's over!" ”

"It's easy to say, they're all terrible ghosts with concerns, my soup doesn't work......" Meng Po's voice lowered, and she lowered her head.

It's because you don't have enough mana!

I no longer paid attention to Meng Po, but gathered a burst of mana and shot at a wild ghost nearby.

As I became more and more thoroughly aware of the true body of the demigod, my mana gradually deepened, and a wisp of mana caught the wild ghost without a trace.

Although the mana used is not much, with the blessing of advanced exorcism skills, it is still not an ordinary wild ghost that is enough to break free.

"Let go of me!"

The wild ghost was caught in front of my eyes and struggled desperately, and I secretly used my mana, and its body emitted green smoke and became much more transparent.

The ghost is afraid of affecting the operation of the Yin and Yang worlds, and he doesn't dare to kill him, but I don't have so many scruples.

After just a little punishment, the wild ghost was too frightened to resist, and looked at me with a skeletal face.

"Why the Troubled Underworld?"

The wild ghost didn't dare to be tough anymore, and said: "When Yu died, the kid was only two years old, and he was worried about it and didn't want to be reincarnated!" ”

"When did you die?"

It listened to me ask again, paused for a moment, and said, "In the first year of Zhang Wu, what did you do?" ”

Zhang Wu, isn't it Uncle Liu's year name?

I said why is your soul power so weak, and your feelings have been dead for three or four hundred years!

Wait for Mao, your son has been reincarnated several times!

I felt defeated by it in an instant, and I had the strength to throw it into the wild ghost pile, and I found an opportunity to catch a few more.

After careful inquiry, I found that the obsessions of these ghosts are nothing more than relatives, beautiful women, power, and treasure......

It's just that the streamer is easy to throw people away, red cherries, green plantains, many ghosts have been dead for many years, time has passed, where are there any relatives, power, treasures?

"No, you lie to me, my empire will not die!"

The last wild ghost was an emperor, and when I told him about the historical changes after his death, he was greatly stimulated to attack me, and I was beaten weak by me and thrown into the group of wild ghosts.

I looked at the countless zombies and wild ghosts in the distance, and gradually I could see that there was a mass of resentment condensing on them, obsession, desire, and unwillingness......

Teams of adventurers were still shuttling back and forth on the road to the underworld, and they couldn't see the ghosts all over the mountains, but they kept complaining:

"I found out, as soon as I arrived in the underworld, it was stuck, is it a server problem?"

"Me too, I'm more stuck now than before!"

Is the impact of these ghosts and wild ghosts worse than if I blew up the Mt. Yuduro?

No way!

I had a plan in mind, so I opened the friends bar......

…………

In the underworld, in addition to the famous ghosts, there are hundreds of little ghosts, and they are all obeying my instructions under the command of the leader.

In front of me were bull-headed horses, Zhong Kui, black and white impermanence, and when they saw me take out the Yama Order, they knew that the king of Yama had entrusted me with the task of rebuilding the underworld.

Behind me are the dragon maiden I called and the god of hell I just met.

Under my command, the bull head and horse face led a group of ghosts to kill the ghosts and wild ghosts like the ocean, but they were instantly annihilated by the ghost tide.

Fortunately, the order I gave them was not to forcibly catch the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts back to the underworld, and after the ghosts understood the situation, their resistance was much less.

After a while, the ghosts finally showed their heads, divided the lonely ghosts into two groups, and carved out a clearing in the middle.

The bull-headed horse face divided more than a dozen doppelgangers to help, and when the clearing became bigger and bigger, I commanded the hell god of war: "Go! ”

The god of war of hell answered, first opening a mountain and splitting stones on the banks of the River Styx, and then carrying stones to build a stone platform in the middle of the clearing.

While the Hell God of War was dealing with the details of the stone platform, the space next to me suddenly shook, and a figure walked out of it, even though I was used to seeing the beautiful faces of the Dragon Girl and Chu Lianyi, but when she came out, I still felt amazing.

Dream Elf.

She still walked lightly and her posture was smart, but there was a touch of helplessness on her pretty white cheeks, and she said indifferently: "Mr. Yuan Fei, I have applied for the permission you want, please clean up the stall in the underworld." ”

Her liveliness has decreased a few points, is it because she is too busy fixing system errors during this time?

Just when I wanted to ask one or two, a group of system characters appeared on the teleportation array of the dungeon.

When the figure became more and more solid, the butterfly fairy flew over first, happily circling around me:

"Xiaofei, do you have something to ask me for?"

"I didn't want to help you, but for the sake of your usual kindness to me, Miss Ben will make an exception to help you once......"

Piao Piao said, but the dream elf made a small face, moved his feet slightly, and went to talk to Meng Po on the side about the underworld.

"......" I hung my head.

Behind Piao Piao, there is the system character of Liuxiang Pavilion, which is the permission that the dream elves helped me apply for, so that they can enter and exit other scenes.

The stage built by the God of War in Hell has begun to take shape, so I asked Chen's mother to take the girls to decorate it and make a gorgeous and beautiful stage.

Chen's mother is a veteran of decorating the stage, but she is afraid of ghosts, fortunately, under the persuasion of Xiao Lianxiang, she still agreed and let Xiao Lianxiang walk over.

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard someone calling me from behind, and I turned around to see that it was Luo Million.

Luo Million Thief smiled, lowered his head and said to me: "I didn't expect you to even invite the elf lord, look at her appearance, your relationship with her is not ordinary, right?" Hey. ”

Luo Million made a "I understand" expression, and continued: "Also, your dragon girl, you have been looking at the elf lord, you have to be careful, it is easy to fall into the water when you step on two boats." ”

"No, Xiao Lianxiang is not bad to you, and that little girl is Piaopiao......"

The more Luo Wanwan spoke, the more energetic he became, he slapped it my turtle shell again, and then walked to the center of the stage in the distance, looking for Xiao Taohong.

“……”

Although Luo Million just talked casually, I looked at the dream elf and the dragon girl, and listened to the Yingge Yan language from the stage in the distance, and I always felt that every woman around me was very wrong today......

With the help of my financial resources and demigods such as the Hell God of War and Piao Piao, a large-scale stage was quickly built.

The stage is octagonal in shape, and each side is blocked by a tall red cloth, as if it were a huge red beast.

When the lonely ghosts saw something new, they all stopped fighting and making noise, and quietly gathered around the stage under the maintenance of the ghosts such as bulls and horses.

The stage, all ghosts are watching!

"Let's go, let's go." I said.

Everyone nodded, and the dream elf took the lead to walk out, waving his little hand gently, and a pure white bridge deck slowly formed, rising higher and higher, and built an arch not far from the stage.

In this way, such as Meng Po, a few ghosts who can't fly, can also watch the performance in the best position on the stool bridge. Gradually, some bold ghosts climbed the bridge, stared at us cautiously, and when they saw that there was no response, they let out a ghost roar and looked at the stage below with satisfaction.

At this time, the red giant beast finally moved, the eight red curtains slowly rose, and the glow simulated by mana burst into from all directions, and the clouds and mist rose on the stage, like a fairyland.

In the distance, more than a dozen incarnations of the gods of war of hell manipulated the glow of the sun, condensing all the light in the center of the stage, and waited until the clouds cleared, and the beautiful girls revealed their soft figures.

"Oh!"

The screams of the ghosts came and went, and they became one.

Buddha relies on gold, people rely on clothing, and performance depends on packaging, even if the ghost often watches the play before his death, the ordinary girl is not as good as the pillar of the Liuxiang Pavilion with the help of the demigods!

I'm very happy with the reaction of the ghosts: after they watch the cabaret show, they have new desires, and the time is ......

Hey.

The butterfly fairy fluttered into more than a dozen incarnations, performing a newly learned dance on the stage, and the little peach, the little mercy, and the little cherished jade or chanted or danced lightly, driving the atmosphere of the stage and becoming more and more enthusiastic.

A performance lasted for two hours, and even with the help of me, the dragon girl and other demigods, Xiao Lianxiang and the others were still tired and panting, and they were drenched in sweat.

Many ghosts couldn't stand the fragrant scene in front of them, screamed, and wanted to rush to the stage, which really tired the ghosts who maintained order.

At the end of the performance, while the ghosts were still reminiscing, I made a condition that the number of ghosts returning to Hell today must exceed 30%, and the performance will continue tomorrow.

"What?"

"No way!" The ghosts protested.

I added, "I'm not from the underworld, I'm just doing superficial work, and I'll release you tomorrow." ”

The ghosts will be skeptical of my words, but some cowardly ghosts will obediently return to hell.

The number is still not enough, I ordered the ghost to be poor: catch!

The reason why I dare to do this is because the ghosts have a fluke mentality, and the threat of tomorrow's performance is that as long as they don't catch themselves, most of the ghosts will not resist.

Soon, Niu Tou Ma Mian led the ghost to complete the mission.

On the second day of the performance, I kept my promise and re-released the three percent of the ghosts I caught yesterday, but after the performance ended, I added another one percent on top of this, and this time the ghosts resisted a lot less.

On the third day, the proportion of arrests rose to 50 percent......

On the fourth day, sixty percent ......

Day 5......

……

On the eighth day, I loudly announced that if all the lonely souls and ghosts did not return to hell, there would be no performance tomorrow!

The ghosts resigned and agreed.

Even if a few ghosts saw through my trick of boiling frogs in warm water, and after being taught a lesson by the ghosts, they honestly followed the army back to hell.

Will there be a show tomorrow?

Naturally, it's gone......