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Chapter 1252 That bastard is offering sacrifices?

In front of the offering pavilion, the ghosts who had no one worshipped were already crying...

At this time, on this street, there was a sadness with longing, which made the atmosphere feel heavy and depressed.

And those ghosts who were worshiping were affected and sobbed softly, thinking of their relatives on earth.

Are you okay with your relatives in the world?

They really want to take a look at whether the relatives in the world are fine...

However, since Yin and Yang are separated, how can we see relatives in the world?

"Woooooo"

The ghosts were sobbing, one influenced the other, and cried into a large crowd.

The Yin soldiers who maintained order felt a little irritated when they saw the ghosts crying. Because they were also from humans to ghosts, and they also had relatives in the world...

"Cry, cry, you know how to cry. Is it useful?"

Some ghosts scolded their relatives, but in the end they started crying.

Who can be ruthless if a person is not a plant or a tree?

Ghost, isn't it?

"Husband, I miss my son." A wife cried and said to her husband, "I want to see my son..."

What can my husband say?

Say, I'll take you to see your son?

At this time, the surroundings were crying, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, his nose was sour, like a thorn in his throat, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"I miss my parents."

"I miss my husband."

Voices were talking, thinking about and missing the relatives in the world.

However, relatives on earth are invisible...

As the cries grow louder, the depressing atmosphere becomes stronger, affecting more and more ghosts, making the ghosts' longing stronger...

“Woo woo…”

A ghost man threw the sacrifice on the ground and sat on the ground and cried, "What do I want you to do? What do I want you to do? Are I greedy for these clothes?"

"Uncle, alas..."

At this time, a young ghost man picked up the clothes that had fallen to the ground and placed them in front of the old ghost man, saying, "It's good for relatives to live, in fact... we are also pretty good, at least we don't have to be confused on the road to the underworld like those ghosts..."

"But, I want to see them for the last time." The old ghost said crying.

Who doesn't want to meet for the last time?

However, I can no longer see you again. Since I entered the gate of hell, I have been separated by yin and yang.

At this time, the couple's household registration book suddenly became hot, and a faint light arose, which made them extremely excited.

Because someone worships them...

"Husband, it must be Xiaodan, our daughter." The woman quickly took out her household registration book, and a faint light appeared on the household registration book, "Woooo, husband, Xiaodan is not dead, she is still alive, and she is still here to worship us..."

The man also took out his household registration book, looked excited, and murmured: "Living, alive, our daughter is still alive..."

At this time, a ghost soldier walked towards them, verified his name and household registration book, and took them to the offering pavilion, and then a ghost messenger led them into the offering room.

"Honey, it's Xiaodan, it must be Xiaodan."

After entering the offering room, the woman couldn't help crying when she saw that there was her favorite dish on the table.

When the man saw it, he was stunned for a moment.

Although there are not many wines and food on the table, they like them and their daughter likes them.

However, their daughter is only nine years old, how can she know how to worship them?

"Husband, right? It's Xiaodan. Our daughter is not dead yet, she is still alive..."

The woman cried to the man, and then grabbed her and ate.

Eat and cry.

A moment later, several sets of men's and women's clothes appeared in the black fog next to it.

Of course, these clothes are a bit large...

Then, more than two thousand ghost coins appeared.

However, after coming out of the offering room, they missed their daughter even more. Moreover, they could not be sure that these sacrifices were burned to them by their daughter.

After all, my daughter is only nine years old.

What do you know when you are nine years old?

"Husband, I want to look at Xiao Dan at one glance." The woman begged, her eyes full of begging.

But what can men do?

"Xiaofen, we are dead. We are now in Fengdu, the legendary ghost city..."

The man's voice was low, and although he felt a little reluctant, he still spoke it out.

He hopes that his wife can come out of grief and live a good life in this Fengdu City...

Let it pass.

Whether you want it or not, it will pass...

Since that's the case, it's better to take the initiative to let it pass.

At this time, a large number of ghost people's household registration books lit up, which immediately made the howling ghost people come back to their senses and shouted one by one: "Woooo, there are finally some people worshipping, and finally some people worshipping..."

"Sir Yin Bing, take us in. Someone will pay homage to us." The ghost people shouted to the Yin Bing, looking extremely anxious.

When the Yin soldiers saw that the Guimin people's household registration book was lit, they were a little shocked. When they saw that the Guimin people were urged, they had to take them into the offering pavilion.

The ghost people’s household registration book lights up, so naturally someone worships the sacrifice...

At this moment, a ghost messenger came up and saw a large number of ghosts. He was stunned for a moment. It seemed that only one of the offering rooms was lit up.

Did a large number of lights up when I walked out?

No, the offering room just now lit up, but the name did not appear. What does it mean?

Could it be that you don't name it?

Anyone who has a ghost registered in the household registration can enter?

Lin Tianfeng, who had been in charge of the offering pavilion, couldn't help but curse, "That bastard is making sacrifices?"

One invitation is a large piece?

Do it randomly!

Moreover, there are very few offerings...

However, since the offering room was lit up, I had to invite these ghosts to come in, otherwise they would suspect that you ghosts are corrupt.

So, the ghost messenger brought a large area of ​​ghosts into the room, and then dozens or hundreds of ghost tribes flocked to a sacrifice room.

"Run."

"Give it a rob."

"Don't squeeze."

"What to push?"

Hundreds of ghosts cursed and refused to give in to each other, for fear that they would be one step slower.

However, the supply room can be large or small, and it is amorphous.

Of course, there is no need to worry about whether a supply room can accommodate hundreds of ghosts.

However, the ghost messenger was a little worried that these ghosts would fight because of the competition for food...

It doesn’t matter if you treat guests, but everyone has a share. If you have two or three rice balls, four or five steamed buns, you dare to invite hundreds of ghosts, and see if the ghosts don’t scold you to death?

Moreover, they will fight for the sake of competition.

At this time, the ghost officer dared not leave and was guarding the door to hear the movement inside. Unfortunately, the door of the offering room was soundproof and even the Yin God could not hear it...

The ghosts who squeezed in were all stunned.

In the offering room, there was a small table, and there was only half a pot of sprinkled, two rice balls, and two apples...

That's it, nothing else.

However, they have hundreds of ghosts, so where is the only one who can win?

The altar table will vary according to the number of offerings. If there are more offerings, it will become larger and longer. If there are few offerings, it will become smaller and shorter...

At this time, hundreds of ghosts looked at me and I looked at you, and everyone looked at each other.

What's the situation?

They have heard that some ghosts’ offerings are very simple, maybe they are just two rice balls or steamed buns...

However, we have hundreds of ghosts, so we invite all of us ghosts to have half a pot of wine, two rice balls and two apples?

Which bastard invited the guest?

...

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