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Song Yangle was dumbfounded and shocked, his ears were so hot that they could be served with cold and cooked food, but another scream interrupted his inner roar first:

"what--!!!"

He turned his head, and at some point, he also watched the news but also found that he had been photographed in the afterimage. Sister Tu screamed, threw down the water glass, covered her face in shame, got up and ran upstairs, leaving only two glasses on the table Swirl a sip of untouched lemonade.

It's just an afterimage...

Before he finished thinking, Xuan Wei, who had been obsessed with love just now, turned his head and stared at the afterimage of running on the TV, rubbing his chin thoughtfully: "Well, I've never seen her like this before." Regardless of appearance..."

Song Yangle looked at the shadow that couldn't even tell whether it was a human or a ghost: "... Can you recognize this?"

"Her scream reminded me."

...that's true.

Seeing that someone was more excited than himself, Song Yangle calmed down—fortunately, at least he hadn't been photographed in the face.

Fortunately, this scene didn't last long, and the grass quickly turned into the steamed bun face of Rabbit Sanju, holding a baton, and being interviewed by the mysterious creature who didn't know who he was in the photo, he was happy and excited, A mouthful of rough Beijing-flavored Chinese language:

"In such a big festival, I can personally participate in the security maintenance of Shanhai Street. As a member of the Demon Control Bureau, I am very happy and proud..."

That's not what you told me last time on the subway.Song Yangle touched his still-heated ears, thinking.

After the short interview, the playback turned to the world of self-cultivation:

"The XX Taoist temple in the cultivation world is full of incense. Under the maintenance of the members of the Cultivation Association, the law enforcement ghosts of the underworld, and some demon workers working in the Mountain and Sea Realm Demon Management Bureau, human pilgrims and ghosts get along in harmony and order. Among them, there are more Many human pilgrims, with the help and guidance of many semi-cultivators, most of them have achieved standardized sacrifices..."

In the familiar Taoist temple with beautiful mountains and clear waters, a certain patriarch turned into the enshrined statue and sits in front of the temple stairs. The crowd of human pilgrims put their palms together and burned paper in a very standard posture. Under the unified leadership of different law enforcement ghosts, the wandering souls lined up to listen to the Taoist priests' salvation. People are on one side and ghosts are on the other. It looks really peaceful and harmonious in the aerial photography.

"With the help of the members of the Cultivator Management Association, we Taoist believers have greatly improved the standard of sacrificial etiquette this year. In order to thank the pilgrims for their trust, we will strive to strengthen guidance and improve this set in the next year. Increase the promotion of sacrificial etiquette, and strive to help more pilgrims solve the bad follow-up effects caused by irregular sacrifices during the Qingming Festival next year; at the same time, we will continue to improve our business level and help the government and the people of the underworld Continue to solve the problem of 'death has nothing to rely on, death has nothing to rely on', so that more people in the underworld can happily enter reincarnation..."

Facing the viewer who tended to continue talking while holding the microphone, the reporter behind the camera asked questions

Question: "How do you plan to improve the overall business level of the cultivation world?"

"Hmm..." The temple master lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and smiled at the camera: "Here, our XX Taoist temple is sincerely recruiting creatures from all walks of life to become monks in the temple, with high salary and good benefits—"

The follow-up words were cut off by ruthless screen switching, and the voice of the male anchor seamless|inserted|inserted:

"The ghost gate of the underworld. Under the strict inspection of the underworld management ghost Niutou Mamian and other public security personnel, the people of the underworld who have obtained the entry and exit certificates in advance line up in an orderly manner to enter and leave the underworld. elated..."

In the dark square, there are crowds of ghosts in various shapes and shapes. After the original manual ticket inspection, under the dark lighting, ghosts can’t tell who is who when they go in and out. Fits well with the standard aesthetics of most living creatures.

Fortunately, the location of the separate interview was in Huangquan, which is a little more peaceful than Wangchuan, which is close to the gate of hell. The interviewed bald lady was holding a puppet bear with the same erratic figure in her arms. The cause of death was unknown, and her ethereal voice was full of joy. breath:

"I'm so happy! I saw my parents again, and my brother is one year older! I hope they will be happy in the new year, and next year we can be reunited in front of my grave! "

The reporter asked: "Don't you want them to come to Hades earlier to be with you?"

"I still can't." The young lady wrinkled her nose and smiled: "Although I like the underworld very much, there is no sun here. I still hope that they can see more of the beautiful places in the world - of course the flowers of the other side also It’s very pretty, but after coming to the underworld, it’s hard to see other flowers.”

The little sister raised the puppet bear and waved her hand out of the camera, showing a sweet smile: "I wish everyone a happy Ching Ming Festival!"

Outside the TV, Xuan Wei who didn't know when turned his head again said: "She is so cute, I think..."

Song Yangle, who didn't turn his head back, and the female ghost lady next to him with a gloomy voice said simultaneously:

"No, you don't want to."