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

Time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it is the day of the Zhongyuan Festival!

Those who received the invitation letter from the underworld stopped going out to visit friends and do business.

They all returned home, and they were affectionate with their wives and children. They opened the door, decorated with lights and fireworks, and set off firecrackers.

They beat gongs and drums, expecting the ghost messenger from the underworld to come.

If it weren't for the flying paper money, white cloth hanging high, and paper wreaths standing in a row in the ancestral hall!

Looking at the smiles of the whole family, showing two rows of white teeth, people who don't know the situation would think that there is a wedding at home.

Datang, Wangjia Village.

At this moment, the Wang family mansion has a team that specializes in handling funerals for each family. The gongs and drums are noisy, and they have invited special mourners. It's so lively!

Don't get me wrong.

No one in Wang Xiaowu's family died! They are all alive and well!

Not long ago, the family had a new member.

The pig farming business is also booming, and even the business has been done in the underworld! The reason why the house was so noisy on the day of the Ghost Festival was all due to his father who had passed away long ago.

"Son, I've told you many times not to burn paper anymore. I want incense. Do you understand?"

"When your mother comes down later, she will need incense. Give me more money, I will buy a grave, and our family will have a place to stay in the underworld, don't you think?"

Listening to his father's roar on the other side of the phone, Wang Xiaowu quickly took the phone away, his face was quite helpless.

"Dad, just be quiet. If you want money, just have money. Why go to that entertainment city? The little fortune that your son has saved in the world is not enough for you to squander like this!"

"Why don't you listen to the devil, you bastard? I've suffered in the human world, so what's wrong with enjoying myself in the underworld for so many years?"

"Xiaowu, you unfilial son, are you not listening to your father? You made so much money from selling pigs, so what if you give me some?"

Looking at the other side of the phone, his father's long-winded words kept on blabbering.

Wang Xiaowu immediately put the phone on the altar and waved his right hand towards the funeral procession. Since he liked chatting, he would find someone to chat with his father!

The firecrackers and gongs and drums became louder, and the mourning girl took two steps forward, and the crystal tears in the corners of her eyes fell on the spot!

"Father, I know you must be suffering in the underworld. Your children and grandchildren are unfilial."

"I just hope you can reform yourself in the underworld, reduce the resentment in your body, and strive to be reborn as soon as possible."

"Dad, there is a difference between humans and ghosts. Why bother calling me for such a small matter?……"

The crying ghost girl is indeed a professional!

Seeing her singing to the phone with such emotion, Wang Xiaowu thought his father had an illegitimate daughter.

The crying ghost girl, also known as the crying girl in the folk, used to be a high-end service that only wealthy families or unfilial descendants would hire.

Now, Wang Xiaowu can certainly afford it easily!

The Zhongyuan Festival is good, and everyone is looking forward to it online!

But while surfing the Internet, every household keeps receiving various harassing calls from the underworld.

In the past, the phone bills were expensive, and there was little contact between the underworld and the living world. The communication on the Internet was also meaningfully blocked by the underworld to block too many sensitive contents.

But on the day of the Zhongyuan Festival, the underworld stopped working completely, and all new and old ghosts took a vacation.

This made the living in the living world suffer.

After a year of development, the underworld is no longer the poor and remote place it used to be, especially the entertainment city, which can be said to be a real high-consumption.

The wages received from work every day are simply not enough to spend!

On weekdays, who would be willing to spend incense on high-cost cross-border communications.

Now on the Zhongyuan Festival, the phone bills in both the Yin and Yang worlds are free.

Everyone finally has the opportunity to ask for incense from their descendants who are still in the world, how can they miss it?

Even if they don't want incense, it's good to take the opportunity to chat with their families in the world.

Of course, the main reason is to ask for incense.

Wang Xiaowu's father kept making harassing calls, which was already a good temper!

In the Tang Dynasty Palace, Li Shimin was bombarded with harassing calls from his father Li Yuan, his eldest brother Li Jiancheng, and his third brother Li Yuanji.

Incense is a good thing!

Now the three realms, people, gods, ghosts and monsters all want it!

Li Yuan and his sons are no exception.

Rebellion is fun for a while, and it's fun to keep rebelling.

But there are too many killings in the world, accumulating a lot of karma and sins. Even if you were an emperor before, you have to pay the price for your own sins.

This is not the initiative of the underworld, but the rules of heaven and earth.

The underworld is just an executive unit.

As a son of heaven who died not long ago, Li Yuan's situation in the underworld is quite bad.

If you don't want to suffer in the eighteen levels of hell, you can only go to the front line!

As a former emperor of the world, how can you be willing to be inferior to others?

Even if they were willing to be small, no one was willing to accept an emperor.

In front of Li Yuan, there was only one way to start a business again.

But to fight, you need ghosts and money!

Ghosts can be selected from the Tang soldiers who died in the war. They are all old subordinates and can be used with confidence.

Although the number is a little small, at least a team of entrepreneurs has been formed.

But fighting has never been a profitable project.

Compared with the emperors of the previous dynasties, Li Yuan's background is obviously shallow. If he has no money, he can only ask Li Shimin for it.

This made Li Shimin's nose crooked.

But he has no temper at all.

Let's not talk about the disturbances of Li Shimin's family for the time being. Wang Xiaowu asked the crying girl to chat with his father for half an hour.

The old man finally stopped for a moment and hung up the phone weakly.

However, Wang Xiaowu just put his mobile phone in his pocket, came to the middle of the lobby, held his eldest son in his arms, and was about to enjoy a sumptuous dinner with his mother and wife.

The mobile phone rang again at this time!

The old lady frowned slightly, and said in a slightly unhappy tone:"Is it that damn ghost calling again?"

"���Day after day, will it ever end? Even death will bring you unrest!"

"Living in the country governed by His Majesty Fengdu, you can have enough food and drink even if you work in a factory. This damn devil is really greedy."

The old lady slammed her chopsticks on the table in frustration, and suddenly felt sick.

Her husband in the underworld called, and the old lady was quite happy at first, thinking that the old guy still cared about her.

Unexpectedly, he showed his true colors after just a few words.

It's really hateful.

Wang Xiaowu was ashamed and handed his son to his wife to take care of.

He glanced at the phone, a little surprised, and then said to his mother:"Mom, you guessed wrong this time. It's not Dad's call!"

"Who is that? Who would call you at this time?"

The old lady asked curiously,"Could it be that the local city god is here to urge for the goods again?"

"But do we need to prepare pork food in advance?! It makes sense. The underworld is celebrating the Zhongyuan Festival now, so it is understandable that the consumption is a bit high."

"Hurry up and prepare, don't delay the City God's business."

The old mother hurriedly urged!