Journey to the West: Reform of the Underworld and the Start of Developing the Internet

Large-scale infrastructure is definitely the best way to boost economic development.

As the news of the reconstruction of the City of the Dead spread, the entire underworld was in a state of excitement.

At the job registration office, countless ghosts and evil spirits crowded together, fearing that they would be late.

Now, who doesn’t know that working in the underworld can earn you a living?

As the underworld sprinkled incense and offerings, the ghosts and monsters who first entered the field to make mobile phones obviously had a much better life.

Everyone was eating greasy food and their faces were rosy.

This made the neighbors who were still waiting and watching shed tears of regret, and they only hated why they didn’t act faster and let others get there first.

Now there is another chance, and no ghost would be willing to miss it.

It even affected the normal operation of the foundry in the city.

Ma San looked at his small workshop, which fell apart with a sudden order from the underworld. 90% of the employees left, and he felt his heart was broken.

"50 incense sticks a day, the underworld is really generous, but where can I find ghosts and monsters to make a mobile phone?"

"In recent days, fewer and fewer new ghosts have come to the Wrongful Death City, and half of them have run away. This business is simply impossible to do."

Ma San was very sad. He had only earned a few days of incense, but the mobile phone OEM factory could no longer operate.

The taste of incense, once you taste it, you will never forget it.

When Ma San thought about returning to his previous miserable life, his whole face was covered with a mask of pain.

"Boss, since we don't have enough people, why don't we go outside and recruit some?"A younger brother suddenly suggested.

Ma San was stunned when he heard this, and then he smiled.

He thought of a good business to make money.

……

Huangquan Road, the gate of hell.

Incense was paid on time, and the wages owed were gradually paid. The ghost messengers lived a smooth life. The originally thin bodies became two times fatter.

Standing guard in front of the gate of hell, the shriveled and muscular bodies of the bull-headed and horse-faced were now swollen.

At that station, the mighty style was simply too much

"Stop, you guys are sneaking around, what are you doing?"

Niutou shouted, stopping the ghosts.

"Don't they know that ghosts from the underworld cannot set foot in the earthly immortal world without reason?"

Ma San was suddenly called and startled. He looked around and found that the weasel and gray mouse with him had hidden behind him.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and step forward, answering with a stiff upper lip:"Lord Niutou, we are wise. We are not going to the earthly immortal world. We are just planning to take a walk around the outskirts of the underworld!"

"Bullshit! Little ghost, do you really think we can fool you?"Niutou's eyes widened, and he didn't believe what Ma San said at all.

The benefits of getting paid were revealed at this time.

In the past, there might be ghosts who sneaked out, but now they can't even think about it.

""Sir, we are really just planning to go to the outskirts of the underworld. I am a manager of the Blackwater Chamber of Commerce and I would never dare to deceive you."

Ma San said, and took out a token from his pocket.

Niu Tou took it, carefully identified it, nodded slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his cold face.

"So you are from the Blackwater Chamber of Commerce. In that case, you can do as you please."

"But don't try to be so clever next time, I'm afraid His Majesty Fengdu will misunderstand."

The Bull Head threw back the token and a few wisps of incense at the bottom, his face full of disgust.

Really, who is he looking down on?

Is he the kind of bull who is corrupt and collects tolls at random?

When the group of little ghosts left, the Horse Face, who had been standing aside without saying a word, suddenly said:"Why don't you ask them what they are going to do?"

"What's the point of asking this? The City of the Dead is being rebuilt, and a large number of mobile phone OEM factories are on the verge of closing down. This group of kids must have gone there for this matter."

"Since you know, why did you stop them?"

The Bull Head scratched his head innocently,"Doesn't this show that we have not received the incense in vain and have worked hard." The

Horse Face blinked, his eyes brightened slightly,"That seems to make sense. Next time I come,……"

Ma San and his party passed through the Ghost Gate and came to the outskirts of the underworld. They chose an empty spot and stopped.

"Brother Gray, Brother Yellow, it's up to you now."

Ma San pulled the weasel and the gray rat out of his arms.

The two little ones settled down, nodded to Ma Shan, signaling him to stay away, and immediately used the art of summoning spirits.

After a cup of tea, hundreds of rats and weasels appeared in front of him. There was constant squeaking in the field, and Ma San felt a little pain in his head.

"Dear seniors, can you please listen to me?"

At this time, Ma San took out a hundred sticks of incense from his bag, and the eyes of every mouse and weasel lit up.

"Give me a wisp of incense, and I will listen to you!"

A white-haired mouse jumped out of the rat group, standing on its hind legs like a human, with its two front paws on its waist. The white-haired mouse seemed to have a lot of prestige. As she finished speaking, all the animals nodded in unison.

It looked like if you don't give me incense, they will continue to make trouble.

"OK! Everybody come around, don't crowd, I'll share with you."

The white-haired mouse was stunned for a moment when she took the incense.

She didn't expect that there are benefits of getting something for free these days.

Then she didn't care about anything else and took the incense in her mouth like thin noodles, for fear that if she was a little slow, the person in front of her would regret it.

It was still the familiar taste, and the familiar formula.

Yes, this is real incense.

The white-haired mouse suddenly couldn't stop her tears from falling.

When was the last time she ate incense, thirty years ago or fifty years ago?

"Wow! It’s so delicious. It’s really delicious!"

"Sweet and fragrant! So this is what incense smells like"

"Nonsense, it’s obviously salty!"

"Are you sure you didn't eat your own snot?"

As the incense was distributed, the whole chattering scene not only did not calm down, but became even more noisy.

This made Ma San speechless.

It was just a few wisps of incense, so why was he so excited?

But he didn't know that the incense in the earthly immortal world had long been divided up by the sects of Buddha, and the lonely ghosts generally couldn't even smell the incense.

Not to mention tasting the incense themselves.

If the underworld is considered a first-tier city, then the lonely ghosts living outside the radiation range of the City God Temple are definitely in a famous A veritable countryside.

Most of the time they hide themselves, fearing that they will be caught by the monks to refine weapons and elixirs.

The more powerful ones can only smell the scent of incense in the temple.

If you build a temple privately or steal the incense from the temple, you will be directly labeled as an evil god.

Soon, the righteous gods in heaven will encircle and suppress them, and they will establish merits. It can only be said that there is no worst, only worse. The gray mouse and the weasel, these ghosts, can open a hall when they are alive, solve some troubles for mortals, and earn a meager amount of incense.

But after death, that is...