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

"I'm so angry. Why do these living beings in the world speak in such a spooky way?"

"What does it mean that only those who are unsuccessful in love, in debt at business, unconnected in official circles, and unable to cultivate to become immortals will become ghost messengers?"

"These little bastards are so bold! Fuck!!!"

"You guys better pray that you don't die accidentally, otherwise I will make you walk through the eighteen floors the next time I summon souls. I will apply to supervise it myself then!!"

Bai Wuchang Xie Bian was squatting on a pile of stones in front of the ghost gate, holding his mobile phone and cursing. He was so angry that the pointed hat on his head was tilted.

It was only the expressionless Fan Wujiu next to him who carefully straightened it so that he would not lose his dignity in front of the ghost messenger who was working there.

"Do you want to eat fried cakes?"

Fan Wujiu pointed to a small stall in front of the Ghost Gate and poked Xie Bian with his elbow.

The latter's body shook after being poked, and he turned his head and immediately got angry:"You are sick, your whole family is sick"

"Do you also think that being a ghost messenger is a dead end?"

Fan Wujiu:"？？？"

When did he say being a ghost messenger was useless?

Why did he even curse at me?

"We in the underworld have no right to interfere with the affairs of the living world. They can say whatever they want. It won't affect us anyway."Fan Wujiu said dryly to comfort him.

He didn't know whether it was the comfort that worked or his partner's dull and expressionless face that was easy to poke people's funny points. Xie Bian turned his head and his arrogance disappeared immediately.

He licked his lips and suddenly felt a little hungry.

"Go! Buy some oil cakes, and buy me a set too!"

"OK! I'll be right back."

Fan Wujiu happily stepped forward and ran towards the stall.

A large amount of incense continued to flow into the underworld, and the ghosts who stayed in the netherworld had more or less saved some money.

The consumption capacity of residents has increased, and some businesses that had disappeared have begun to reappear in the underworld.

The oil cake stall in front of him is a corner of the underworld that is gradually changing.

Ghosts and dead souls, how could they have such a demand for breakfast before going to work in the past.

Walking on the road and encountering a pit, you can grab some Guanyin soil with good appearance, and the meal will be over.

As long as the dead souls are nourished by a little yin energy, they will basically not be scattered, and at most they will show malnutrition.

Now that everyone's conditions are better, the living standards are naturally improved.

No one digs the soil with yin energy on the roadside anymore, but the offerings that have been sacrificed by incense in the world and transported through the gates of hell have gradually become the most popular food in the underworld.

Of course, small stalls like this are naturally not as good as the restaurants in the major towns of the underworld, but to be able to open in front of the gates of hell, the stall owner's skill in making oil cakes is definitely quite good.

"Auntie, give me two sets!" Fan Wujiu shouted skillfully.

"Still the old rules? Add ten strands of incense!"

The auntie greeted him familiarly.

Because Fan Wujiu had bought from the stall twice, the oil cake auntie remembered his eating habits.

Adding incense to food is not a new thing in the underworld.

If ghosts want to grow strong, they have to eat incense.

And they have to eat it with a big roar. It is not enough to nourish by Yin Qi alone!

To make an inappropriate analogy, if the use of incense in Buddhism is like eating salt, a certain amount is required for each practice.

Then for the ghosts in the underworld to eat incense, it is definitely like eating rice. The offerings transported from the world of the living to the underworld are just side dishes for rice. It is also okay to eat incense directly. Although the taste is not bad, it lacks a sense of ritual after all, and the taste is relatively monotonous. It is inevitable to get bored after eating it for a long time.

Nowadays, except for the unpretentious Bull Demon, who chews incense bricks all day long, I am afraid that no ghost will eat so roughly.

Fan Wujiu thought about it and was a little uncertain:"One adds ten strands, and the other adds five strands?"

In his impression, Xie Bian's appetite should not be as big as his.……

""Okay, if it's not enough, you can add it yourself!"

The auntie operated it skillfully, and soon two rolls of wrapped oil cakes were delivered to Fan Wujiu.

Returning to the original position, Xie Bian just glanced at the two rolls of oil cakes in Fan Wujiu's hands, and immediately chose the one with enough quantity.

Fan Wujiu didn't say anything, and took out some incense from his pocket and began to process it himself.

He took a fierce bite, as if the oil cake in his hand was those guys who dared to gossip about the underworld on the Internet.

When he thought of those little black guys on the Internet, Xie Bian's little guilt for cheating and luring ghosts from the world into the underworld for three days disappeared instantly.

After eating the whole oil cake, Xie Bian's whole mood became much better.

"By the way, why haven't the other Black and White Impermanence teams arrived yet? Will there be any trouble when Yin Shuai comes later?"Fan Wujiu wondered at this time. The three-day stealing time has passed. The old man who smokes cigarettes contacted in the group to gather directly in front of the ghost gate. The two have been waiting for a long time, why is there no one?

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Did they go to the wrong place?

"Don't look, they won't come. They were all dug up by the Demon Envoy and the Ghost Envoy, and they probably won't come back. At least... they probably won't come back for the time being."

Xie Bian said, and she became a little unconfident.

It was because the speed of the call to incense was too fast.

She also relied on her great willpower to resist the temptation. She expected that there must be ghosts left in the team, but she didn't expect that she was the only one who came back.

This is really... She couldn't help but look at her partner, who was really as stupid as her.

She gave up a good high-paying job and had to return to the team to do her job of soul-collecting.

"What! How can they do this? Lord Yin Shuai doesn't care?"Fan Wujiu was shocked.

At this time, a voice came from behind the two of them:"Why should I care?"

"You were sent there so that they could dig. Since they all wanted to be the first in front of the King of Hell, they had no choice but to dig!"

"As for our Soul Binding Department, no matter which side takes first place, our department will firmly hold the second place!"

"If someone helps me achieve sales, and I can also do two favors, why not? Even if no one returns to the team afterward, I can always recruit them again.

The old man walked over with a smile, glanced at the two boys who returned to the team, and said with a smile:"Not bad, not bad"

"You left me two soldiers. In this case, the soul-binding mission will be completed by you two."

"Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to show off. It's rare to get such free credit like this."

In the past, the Black and White Impermanence each managed an area with their own team, and the number of deaths per day was really limited.

Now that the Soul Binding Department has been emptied, the area that Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu are responsible for has been expanded to the entire area.

"No, this……"

"us……"

The two kids opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but looked at each other and hesitated.

Good fellow, really good fellow!

It really is true, there is always someone higher than you, this generation of Yin Shuai is so ruthless that he even dares to sell out his subordinates, right?