But what kind of price is this?
Clearly, it's a great benefit!
Who the hell wants to be a wandering ghost, starving and suffering?
Instantly, the ominous wind howls, and a bunch of ghosts rush over, arriving at the entrance of Little Huang Village, in front of the paperman shadow soldiers.
"This humble one, Wang Er, is willing to be a constable for the Upper Gods!"
"Old Xu and Lu Bai..."
"The common woman, Nie Qian..."
A group of Yin Souls kowtowed on the ground, eagerly eyeing that basket of incense buns.
"First, fill your stomachs, then enter the village to meet the Land God!"
The shadow soldiers said no more, immediately distributing the incense buns, two per ghost, no more, no less.
On the other side, inside Little Huang Village, in the Land God Temple.
Incense burned, smoke curled gently, truly an immortal realm.
