This busy was busy until more than nine o'clock in the evening.

After cleaning up, Jian Xingdao now has a very considerable amount of wool with energy clusters, and there are still hundreds of them.

All these things were put into the poster villa, and with the money in the magnetic card, his money was almost nine figures.

He was still a little hesitant about what the Zheng family should do, and he could only talk about this matter later, and now he was going to buy some paper money and other things to pay tribute to his deceased parents.

Midyear Festival, commonly known as Halloween Festival.

Legend has it that this day is the day when the ghost door is closed, and the deceased souls can be pardoned to come to the yang world and enjoy the incense of their descendants.

In Shawan City, there are many Chinese, so there are stalls selling memorial supplies at various intersections.

When Jian Xingdao arrived, there were many people gathered in front of each stall, shouting something fiercely.

“...... Black-hearted guy, now that even dead people's things have begun to be faked, what else do you dare not do?!"

"This kind of black-hearted trafficker should be pulled out and shot!"

"Refund the money!"

"Yes, return the money!"

“...... Guys, how can this thing not ignite?"

In the face of so many people's accusations, the small vendors did not dare to ask loudly, but could only ask in a low voice.

"If you don't believe me, try it yourself!"

It was suggested.

"Try it!"

The peddler took out a lighter, hit, and approached the paper money.

As a result, the paper money burned close to the flames.

A group of buyers stared at each other, very surprised by this result.

Some people don't believe in evil, so they take out the paper money they bought and try it again, but the result is still set on fire.

"What's going on?"

"That's right, you can't light it just now?"

Some people are puzzled.

The vendor straightened his back suddenly, "You can see it, I don't have a problem with this thing, so please let me stop bothering my business." ”

The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed and continued to pay tribute to their deceased loved ones.

Jian Xingdao looked at it for a while, and he didn't believe it either, how could there be paper money that couldn't be burned, this was paper and not steel plate.

"The owner brought me some. ”

"Okay, what do you want to order?"

Jian Xingdao ordered some, then finished the liquidation, gave the money, took a piece of chalk head, bought a lighter, and came to the crossroads, ready to burn some paper money for his parents.

I drew a circle with chalk on the ground, and the mouth was facing the direction of home, and then I wrote the names of my parents in the circle and put the paper money in it.

Lighting the lighter, and then approaching the paper money, the result is an incredible scene, the flame is close to the paper money, and the result is that the paper money that can be easily lit can't be lit, just like a piece of steel.

Jian Xingdao didn't believe in evil, picked up one, clicked on the lighter, hey!

I put the paper money that was lit close to the paper money in the circle, and I was going to set it on fire, but the paper money that was burning was extinguished as soon as it got close to the circle of chalk drawings.

Shawan City belongs to the city controlled by the supernatural, so all natural phenomena are controlled by the controller, today is the Midyear Festival, there are many Chinese in the city, so there is no wind today, just to avoid causing fires.

Jian Xingdao tried again, and the result was still the same.

At this time, the person next to him spoke, "Why, little brother, you can't ignite it either?"

Hearing the question, Jian Xingdao raised his head and asked rhetorically, "What, you too?"

"It's not just me, you see, it's all around me. ”

Jian Xingdao realized that under the dim light, there was not a pile of lit paper money.

"Everyone, watch the news!"

"When is it, and I still have the heart to watch the news!"

"No, all news clients have started to report on our kind of events!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, everyone took out their mobile phones one after another.

Jian Xingdao also took out his mobile phone.

......

“...... Hello everyone, this is Oriental News, temporarily inserting a piece of the latest news, today is the Midyear Festival, it is a day to pay tribute to the deceased relatives, but a strange thing has attracted people's attention, as long as the name of the deceased is recited during the memorial, incense, candles, dark coins and other items can not be lit, even the tribute used in the memorial will explode inexplicably......"

“...... In view of the strange incident that occurred tonight, experts believe that it is caused by the manufacturer's use of inferior raw materials...... Some netizens also objected and gave novel opinions, believing that the gates of hell were closed and the items burned to the deceased had nowhere to be accepted, which is why this situation occurred, but it attracted the criticism of most experts......"

“...... Hello everyone, this is a report brought to you by Xiao Li outdoors, you can see that after hearing about tonight's incident, many people did not believe it, and still insisted on paying tribute to their relatives, without exception, all the names of relatives can not be lit, and on the contrary, they can be lit, which once again caused a hot discussion about this matter......"

“...... The strange events that occurred in this year's Qingming Festival have aroused heated discussions among people, and they are even more worried, and the hot discussion is whether the underworld really exists, otherwise why would such a thing happen, and the worry is that if the underworld really exists, then the incense candles of the dead coins to commemorate the relatives cannot be lit, and what should the deceased relatives do in another world?"

“......”

The content of the news is much the same, and everyone knows that Chinese people around the world have suffered similar things.

At this time, Jian Xingdao's phone rang, and it was the news of the auction group.

Two days ago, Jian Xingdao used the phone card he handled in Shawan City to get in touch with the other party, Jin Yunzi asked him to register a WeChat, and then pulled him into the group.

This group is basically full of people from various sects, in Jin Yunzi's words, it is to let Jian Xingdao get familiar with everyone, and it will be good to take care of it in the future.

The people in the group were extremely enthusiastic when they learned that he was a member of the Great Daomen.

Jin Yunzi has already released his words, and Mu Yang is very likely to bring a four-pattern Shouyuan Pill this time, which is the reason for everyone's enthusiasm.

"Everybody's watched the news, right?"

"Well, look, I didn't expect these guys to appear again. ”

"Is the reappearance of the rules of hell a blessing or a curse?"

"The immortal realm is closed, what can we people from the lower realm do?"

"I have received a summons from my master, ordering me and other disciples to return to the mountain immediately, and it is estimated that the mountain gate will be closed. ”

"I got it too. ”

"Are these guys really that good?"

"That's the camp that can be fought against by true immortals back then, do you say it's powerful?!"

"I know that history, didn't it say that those people were banned in the Yin and Yang Realm?"

"yes, how did they show up?"

"Great, everyone, look at the sky!"

"What?"

"What's there to see in the sky?"

"It's just that the moon is gone, and I still look at ...... This is?"

"Survey Bell!"

"How is this possible?!"

"How could the Prison Officer's Sky Survey Bell appear on Earth?!"