I Live Broadcast The Establishment Of The Underworld To Help You Reincarnate

At this moment, the audience in front of the CCTV TV, watching the live broadcast on TV, looked excited.

Jinling?

Does this mean that you are going to Jinling?

Where are the 300,000 dead souls now, that's what it meant.

The 300,000 dead souls refer to the scars of Jinling City that have never been forgotten!!!

At this moment, countless water friends couldn't control their excitement.

"Fuck! There have been speculations on the public account before, whether the theme of this issue will be related to Jinling City, and I actually guessed it right."5

"That, before it was Yeluo Jiang Chihun, and this episode is about 300,000 dead souls in Jinling, will they be said to be selling their feelings! 39

"???Is there a problem with selling feelings? This was originally broadcast on Central Television, and some programs sell feelings, which makes people feel rubbish and disgusting, but I watched Lin Yan's live broadcast with enthusiasm, and my eyes couldn't stop going into the bricks. !

"Feelings, of course, can't be eaten as rice, but without feelings, it's like cooking without seasonings. Every meal is just plain rice and tasteless dishes. Over time, it's really not chewy. Some flavors can make you spicy. Tears are full of tears, the teeth are so sore that the teeth are shaking, and the bitterness is so bitter that the liver and gallbladder are broken, probably this is the feeling."

"Oh my god! Mr. upstairs, I was strongly opposed to your withdrawal from the literary world back then!"

"Jinling, Jinling, how can we forget Jinling.

"It's so sad, how can the people of Daxia forget Jinling, the mountains and rivers are exotic, and they are inseparable, and no one has apologized to the other party until now, how can we forget Jinling."

"How did the people who experienced the accident in Jinling live after that!"

And at the same time.

CCTV's studio.

Zhang Jingzhi looked at the big screen with a complicated expression.

The live broadcast of this issue is connected overseas, so the theme location must be carefully selected. The theme of Jinling's 300,000 dead souls...

At this moment, the staff responsible for grafting the overseas live broadcast line took the lead to turn around.

"Master, do you want to close the overseas lines first!"

"After all, it involves Jinling City! On the East Japanese Island, there will be resistance.

"It should be no problem to broadcast it in China, it can make today's young people reflect on the war!"

And this sentence, like a needle, stabbed Zhang Hongjie in the heart.

He is a soldier turned professional.

He looked at the huge screen in the studio, the scarlet soul with scars all over his body, his expression suddenly grim.

"I had a brief contact with the TV station of the East Japanese country before, and I also saw that the comments on the Jinling incident on the East Japanese country's website, let me think about it, the comment with the highest likes, what is said !

"300,000 people...more than the actual population, this is impossible!"

"I think they'd better do the math first!35

"If 300,000 people were killed, how and where were the remains disposed of? Assuming that one person is 50kg, there would be a total of 15,000 tons of remains. It is impossible to dispose of the remains without relics, right? ?Continuing this kind of rhetoric that doesn't fit the bill is really unproductive."

"Assuming that's true, where are the bodies of 300,000 people?"

"It will increase to 3 million in the coming year! I remember a smiley face after this comment!""

"There is no evidence, why is there 300,000 people? There is no way to trust it!

"While it is a good thing to pray for peace, this is a farce in the name of peace!"

"It's like seeing a lie with your own eyes!"

Zhang Hongjie's voice was low, he closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the indescribable scene that made him angry back then.

At this moment, the entire studio was terribly silent.

The staff member who just said he was going to close the overseas live broadcast lowered his head in silence. He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and felt that his colleagues around him were watching him.

At the same time, Zhang Hongjie's deep voice sounded again.

"Reflection on war? Why should we reflect on "?"

"It was the land of Daxia that they invaded back then. Why should Daxia reflect? We have never launched a war. All the wars related to us in modern times were caused by the group of idiots who hit our door and our home. Forced resistance."

"The only thing we need to reflect on is why, as the leader of Daxia culture, as the leader of the popularization of history, the city was slaughtered so many times, but there are still bastards in the classroom, let us ourselves of students reflect on the war!

"Broadcast!!! Give me normal broadcast!

"What's so special is to show that group of eastern Japanese devils, the red souls of the past, they fought their lives, let us not be slaves of subjugation, and now we don't even dare to broadcast the normal history to the world?? ? Is this so worthy of being their descendants?"

At this moment, Zhang Hongjie roared in the studio.

The staff member responsible for the structure of the overseas live broadcast line who was reprimanded trembled all over, his face was red, and he even wanted to find a ground seam to get in.

"Understood...understood...overseas routes, everything is normal, and the number of viewers is steadily increasing!

And at the same time.

The door of the old house was pushed open.

In Lin Yan's hand, at this moment, an extra talisman appeared.

That's the talisman he exchanged from the system's treasury.

Otherwise, in their group, there are two ordinary people, Zhang Xinyi and Yue Erniu.

But there is no way to fly directly to Jinling.

At this moment, the old woman with a broken leg was supported by Wei An to stand up and walked to the door.

The old woman looked out of the house and let out a suffocating breath.

"It's raining so hard!

"It didn't rain so much in Jinling back then, but the weather was also gloomy.

"Since I escaped from Jinling, I have never dared to step into Jinling for more than 80 years..."

Beside the old woman, her sixth brother, Yue Yanzong, lowered his head, his fists clenched, even if he was already a red soul, he could still feel the sadness emanating from him.

"I'm sorry! It was we who failed to hold Jinling back then.

And at this moment, Wei An, who has been quiet for a while, spoke quietly.

"Can't blame you... The Japanese army that attacked Jinling back then numbered 100,000, and the officers and soldiers who defended Jinling were more than 150,000, basically all the tragic soldiers who were defeated in the previous Mingzhu War; there were also additional recruits, recruits. Not even basic training.

"The number of Japanese soldiers participating in the war was 100,000, including the Japanese Army's A-class elite third division and sixth division. I remember that they were the trump cards among the trump cards. The 16th Division and the 18th Division were the kings of the jungle. They were well-equipped and had ample ammunition. They also had absolute superiority in sea and air.

"I have seen the news circulating in the world, but in fact, in terms of numbers, there is no Japanese army in Jinling six to one. In addition, due to the lack of effective organization, the resistance of the officers and soldiers stranded in Jinling City is only sporadic.

"Most of the stranded officers and soldiers gave up resistance. On the one hand, they were defeated because of the defeat; on the other hand, most of them chose to surrender. On the other hand, all the ministries were scattered; Organise resistance."

"Finally...and the most important point, no one thought that they would slaughter...savage slaughter! Even the golden man in the Song Dynasty..."

Wei An's voice suddenly stopped, his expression grim, but after all, he did not continue to speak.

In the end he just sighed.

Lin Yan turned his head and gave Wei An a deep look.

He didn't say anything more, just crushed the talisman.

Ghostly envelops them all...

Zhang Xinyi only felt that it was dark in front of her eyes, when everything in front of her eyes became clear again.

Impressively, he was already in Jinling City.

It is also raining in Jinling at the moment.

The rain was pattering, but the lights were bright.

Between the high-rise buildings, there are thousands of neon lights and thousands of lights.

The old woman stood there, she was rare, and she was a little stunned.

Is this Jinling?

Is this Jinling back then?

Can't understand.

Really, I don't understand.

Lin Yan's ghostly aura enveloped them all.

Even standing on the street, no one could see them.

A street sign not far away showed that the street they were on at the moment was Xianlin Street.

Across the street are Jinling Normal University and Jinling University of Finance and Economics.

Many college couples, holding umbrellas, strolled on the streets in the rain, looking beautiful, comfortable and romantic.

Yue Erniu's eyes followed those young lovers, her expression showing envy.

She seems to envy not only the romance and love of those couples, but also many things that are unclear.

Maybe she envy them in the most beautiful years, in the best era, or maybe she envy the youth she missed.

And at this moment, a scene that everyone unexpectedly happened suddenly happened.

Lin Yan suddenly turned around at this moment.

He turned his head to look at the old man who was supporting the old woman behind him, Wei An.

Then Lin Yan spoke quietly.

"General... How many years do you plan to carry Jinling's resentful soul?"

At this moment, Zhang Xinyi was a little confused.

She instinctively followed Lin Yan's position and direction, and aimed at the dark, even skinny old man Hui An.

To be honest, Zhang Xinyi has always been strange.

Why was this old man able to follow them with a calm expression, even when he saw Chihun, his expression was indifferent.

You know, this is not watching TV.

There are ghosts and souls, and the real thing appears in front of you.

You should panic and pretend.

But this old grandfather, with a calm expression, even helped the old woman to follow them to Jinling.

But that's not the point.

Lin Yan just said Great General.

Who is the general?

Where is the general?

Those few red souls felt that their positions were not that high.

Zhang Xinyi blinked her eyes at this moment.

The eyelashes of the big eyes are swirling, and they look very cute.

At the same time, Wei An raised his head, his voice was a little hoarse.

".~ Originally I thought, how long can I carry it on my back, I am not the only one who carries these 300,000 dead souls, but also the descendants of the Yue family, from the Song Dynasty to the present, the spirits of more than nine Dao ghosts!

"It's just that the longer the time, the heavier the grievances of these 300,000 resentful souls will be. Even me, I really can't hold back..."

At this moment, Wei An smiled bitterly.

"But at the time, I couldn't help the Great Song Dynasty in distress. Later, I became a ghost, traveling backwards, traveling through the world. Eighty years ago, I watched Great Xia helplessly and almost lost my country!"

"I wanted to change the battlefield, but just one shot, I was almost destroyed by the robbery and lost to the thousand years of Taoism... I only knew then that Yin and Yang have walls, even if they become virtual, they can't change the world! 55

"I can only wait, watching Jinling City with my own eyes, the building collapsed, watching Jinling City with my own eyes, swept away with blood, blood flowed into rivers!"

"Master Guicha, do you say that I am worthy of being worshipped by the people of Daxia, repairing temples, and calling me Wumu!

The old man lowered his head and looked sad.

Lin Yan looked at the old man in front of him.

"I... Since I became a ghost, I haven't actually done anything extraordinary. Even if I occasionally do something that seems to make people excited, it's all for the hell I want to build!"

"But today, I should always take up the responsibility of that ghost once. Those 300,000 resentful souls, no matter how much resentment they have, must be returned to the underworld, right? It doesn't matter how much merit is spent!"

"More than 300,000 resentful souls, please let them go home, please let them return to my underworld!

"In the past 80 years (getting money, Zhao), you have worked hard..."

"Guicha Lin Pavilion, meet General Yue! 99

At this moment, Lin Yan made a rare bow.

In fact, if Yue Fei really belongs to the underworld in the future and becomes the ghost general of the underworld, Lin Yan, who is the son of the cloudy day, has no need to bow down to Yue Fei who will become his subordinate anyway.

But... the old man across from him is worth it!!!!

A war spirit who has lived for thousands of years, not to mention his previous military exploits, not to mention that he was almost a little bit, he would help that defeated dog like Song.

It's what he did after his death... who can compare to Yue Wumu!!!

You must know that the place where the resentful souls gather will usually become a place of evil spirits.

Not to mention successive disasters, small disasters in three years, and major disasters in five years, are also sparse and common.

Why is Jinling City, where more than 300,000 resentful souls have died, is now quiet and peaceful, and why is the land of Jinling now so clean with Haiyan River!

Because someone took the grievances of the 300,000 resentful souls for Jinling.

He alone suppressed the grievances of the 300,000 resentful souls for more than 80 years!!

That was a full eighty years of hearing the wailing of resentful souls, the roaring of resentful souls, and enduring the backlash of resentment.

Looking at the Central Plains in the distance, there are many cities outside the desolate smoke. Think of those days, when the flowers covered the willows, the phoenix tower and the dragon pavilion.

Long live in front of the mountain is surrounded by pearls and green, and in the Penghu Hall, there is a song. Up to now, the iron cavalry has filled the suburbs, and the wind and dust are bad.

The soldiers are safe? Civil security is filling the gully. Sigh that the mountains and rivers are the same as before, and thousands of villages are sparse. When will I invite the Yingti Rui Brigade to cross Qingheluo with a whip. But come back and continue the year

In the dream, I overcame thorns and thorns, and I was wearing iron clothes.

Outside Jinling City, Ma Xie shook his head, and Peng looked up at the cold rain!

I just sigh that under the whole world, how come the celebration of the verticality...Under the whole world, how can the celebration of the verticality come together?