Even first-class ghost officers are out?! And so many second-class ghost officers?!
The moment they sensed the ghost officers, a group of elaborately disguised ghosts were stunned.
Some had two large eyeballs hanging in their eye sockets, their faces covered in countless scars.
Others had exchanged their faces for blood-stained clothes from '82, their hair long and disheveled.
Still others had removed their heads and held them in their hands, about to dart into a narrow alley.
This was because within that alley, a young man was playing with his phone, emitting a faint glow.
They had prepared themselves to be stripped of their skin from the fun.
But!
Why!
Why were there so many ghost officers?!
This wasn't what they were told!
Back in the underworld, hadn't the seniors said
that as long as they behaved themselves in the underworld, they could do as they pleased once they came out?!
They also said that on Ghost Festival, a single area would have at most two or three second-class ghost officers, plus a few third-class ghost officers.
They said these ghost officers were just making a show of it, and even if they wanted to enforce rules, they wouldn't be able to manage everyone.
That's why they believed it!
But now!
Even first-class ghost officers were out! And so many second-class ghost officers!
Look at the massive procession on the street!
Look at the dense, suffocating ghost energy permeating the air!
This is what they call making a show of it?
This is what they call being unable to manage everyone?
They'd probably be gone with just a flick of the wrist!
What does it mean to be gone?!
It means dying again, your soul scattered to the winds.
And you'd never be able to mess around again!
A group of ghosts looked at the ghost officers, then at the bustling street before them, filled with countless wonderful imaginations.
Suddenly, they began to question their existence.
Who was it that said Ghost Festival was the day ghosts were most free and unrestrained?
Red, red, fire, fire, hazy, hazy, hazy. Right now, I actually want to interview these ghosts.
The person above is right, I've even prepared the interview questions.
What do you call a change of face faster than flipping a page? You should know I don't usually laugh, hahaha.
Just now, my mom got up to pee, and looked at me with a look of terror as I pounded the bed. When I turned around, I was also terrified.
Suddenly I feel so safe, ghost officers charge!
Suddenly, I became smug.
Looking at the ghosts in the air who suddenly slammed on the brakes, their faces full of doubt about life.
The viewers in the live stream were laughing their heads off.
The melon seeds in their mouths sprayed all over the screen.
One moment they were watching these frenzied ghosts, feeling a chill down their necks, as if someone was in the room.
The next moment, they saw these ghosts trembling.
Suddenly, they felt at ease.
Suddenly, they became smug.
Their necks weren't cold anymore, their hands weren't shaking, and their bodies were strong!
Come on, be wild! It's a rare Ghost Festival! Why not have some fun?
Hahaha, let's do the social shake!
Finally, I understand why my dad always has to work overtime whenever I have a holiday.
Add one. My brother is the same, always busy as a dog during holidays.
Social my ghost brother, fierce and taciturn!
Now that I'm home alone, I'm inexplicably not panicking, and I even feel like dancing (dog head).
Almost the moment the ghost officers released their ghost energy, the rhythm of the entire city was controlled.
What remained was to continue patrolling.
Searching for any stragglers.
King Yama said that today is a special day.
You can be a bit more ruthless!
If you encounter anyone causing trouble or running wild,
just stuff them into a sack and take them away!
Many ghost officers, who were usually annoyed by the antics of these ghosts, were sharpening their claws.
A strange smile even appeared on their pale, cold faces.
The ghost energy on their bodies surged.
Nearby ghosts shivered upon seeing this.
The tremor of death shot straight to their brains.
Go quickly, go quickly! The ghost officers are about to go berserk!
Some ghosts hurriedly urged their companions, preparing to flee.
Don't rush, don't rush, let me finish eating this first.
Eat what! You don't even know how you'll die later!
What the heck, that's so terrifying?
I heard someone talk about Ghost Festival before.
A ghost, while moving away from the street where the ghost officers were, explained to a companion.
It is said that on Ghost Festival, it is not only a free day for the underworld, but also
Its throat tightened, it was also the ghost officers'
Feast on delicacies, and perhaps see old friends.
Or stroll through the streets, looking at handsome men and beautiful women.
How leisurely could it be?
Pastries from Wan Bao Zhai, roast duck from Tong Nan Road, Bazhen Bao.
In a European-style villa with a predominantly cool color scheme,
the candlelight flickered slightly.
A wisp of incense permeated the room.
Jiang Xian sat cross-legged on the floor, a black mobile phone by his side.
The coffee table in front of him was already filled with all sorts of delicacies.
Roast duck, pork knuckle, candied fruits, smoked ham,
all arranged on plates.
It was truly a lavish spread.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the faint candlelight to sway, illuminating Jiang Xian's expectant face.
Will the Ancestor come?
Will he be happy when he sees all this?
If he's happy, will he teach me a few more tricks?
Jiang Xian took out his phone to check the time, then put it back.
Less than two minutes later, he opened his phone again.
To see if the Ancestor was in the live stream.
Jiang Xian picked up his phone again and entered the live stream.
He had entered the live stream before midnight.
But as it got closer to midnight, he started busying himself with arranging these foods.
I wonder what the Ancestor is doing now.
Just as Jiang Xian lowered his head,
the Ancestor, who had been floating in the air, descended.
Looking at the delicacies before him, he rubbed his hands.
He took out a large gray bag.
As he deftly poured the food from the plates into the bag, he couldn't resist his cravings.
He tore off a chicken leg and ate it.
His mouth was slick with oil.
After bagging all the food, he inhaled the incense that permeated the room.
Finally, he glanced at Jiang Xian, who was still looking for him on his phone.
He chuckled and slipped out the door.
With just this little bit, you want me to teach you more tricks? No way!
He knew exactly what Jiang Xian was up to.
He knew what was in the kid's head even if he just farted.
Ghost Festival is only one day a year.
He's too busy eating, drinking, and having fun. Teaching?
Dream on!