The City Deceives The World

A ghost roar seemed to come from the depths of hell.

A dull roar.

The earthquake shook the earth violently, and 35 million people spread over more than 100 kilometers were all terrified.

This is an innate fear.

The remaining reporters from various countries were holding their cameras tremblingly, and the entire screen was shaking. In fact, by this time, many countries had already switched from live broadcast to rebroadcast, because the reporters from their countries who ran over had cleared up.

After all, it doesn’t mean that you won’t die if you are not afraid of death.

Vaguely.

Everyone felt a sense of horror.

Many people who watched Wenshan's live video truly felt a familiar atmosphere of terror.

It shouldn't be a more terrifying atmosphere.

Heavy rain poured down like corpse water, and the heaven and earth were filled with gloomy ghostly energy. "Two, four, three," thick blood-colored lightning tore through the sky.

There was only lightning, no thunder.

There were waves of fierce ghosts roaring in the sky and the earth, and many people looked at the city plows, streets, sewers, houses, and many places where pale human figures gathered together, with pairs of malicious eyes staring at the people who exuded the aura of living people.

This is an extremely terrifying scene.

This is no longer a change of painting style, this is simply a change of the world, from the end of technology to the coming of ghosts.

This is not the end.

There were constant vibrations in the void, as if something was coming to shatter the void.

A mustachioed Japanese man looked at them tremblingly, with vicious scarlet eyes looking at them, but there seemed to be a fierce ghost who was suppressed by something and did not dare to move.

Looking at the Northeast man beside him, he trembled: "Mo Jun, if I remember correctly, today is not the Chinese Ghost Festival!"

The Northeastern man swallowed his saliva, and the Northeastern men who were not afraid of heaven and earth also had some troubles.

"This...shouldn't be it!"

Hiyori was about to cry. "No, why are there so many ghosts!"

Damn, there are almost more ghosts here than people, not to mention the cold ghost energy, which has almost turned into reality. Many people are shivering from the cold, with frost on their eyebrows, but they don't dare to move, trembling. Shrinking, it seemed like he was here to save them now.

Their legend is nothing more than the so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.

When have you ever seen such a formation of thousands of ghosts coming towards you?

Suddenly, a hysterical scream came from beside them, followed by a string of Japanese words.

But both the mustache and the Northeastern men understood.

"My damn Amaterasu, you damn bitches are just unreliable, this is the hell of China!"

There was a loud bang.

The whole world shook for a few times, and then shattered suddenly, and the cold and cold region in the future appeared faintly.

China.

Several old experts were swaying wildly, rolling their eyes. The people next to him were panicking and pouring life-saving medicine into his mouth one by one.

At least dozens or even hundreds of historians, metaphysicians, old cultural professors, and old experts reacted this way, and the nursing staff around them almost cried.

At many foreign conferences, the experts invited by various countries are similar.

While trembling non-stop, rolling his eyes, he pointed at the live broadcast screen and was speechless.

The gloomy void is filled with ghostly mist.

Amidst the heavy rain. An extremely evil thing happened, and a silent and gloomy land came across the border.

There is an extremely majestic and tall ancient city on it.

On top of the magnificent palace in the center of the city.

An ancient figure stood quietly at the highest point of the palace.

This area is so big and vast that it is almost like a floating continent.

Tens of millions of people spread over dozens of kilometers can clearly see it, as can people watching the live broadcast.

In an instant, everyone held their breath and couldn't believe their eyes.

This ancient city in the rain is too majestic, exuding a majestic and ancient momentum. The city wall is a hundred feet long, which is more than 200 meters now. It is taller than ordinary buildings and is like a sky wall.

A large part of this unimaginable city on the high road has collapsed and is mottled, full of the vicissitudes of time.

I don’t know how long it has gone through, as if it came from ancient times across time and space.

Immediately afterwards, many people felt a tragic aura, as if tens of millions of creatures were wailing and howling, and a sea of ​​ferocious gods and ghosts rushed through the New Year's Eve.

The whole world has seen a number of incredible scenes...

Group after group of uniformed soldiers, wearing ancient shabby clothing, holding ancient bronze swords, or rusty spears, appeared silently at the streets of Tokyo, and then headed towards the seemingly secluded area. The Yin Shi emerged from the middle and walked away.

"That's Yin..."

Mustache has a really good understanding of Chinese culture, and he almost blurted it out.

However, the man from the Northeast, who was so horrified that his face turned pale, covered his mouth and said in horror: "Xiao Shisan, you don't want your life, what the hell are the evil soldiers taking advantage of."

Shockingly.

Those soldiers were silent and looked ashen, although they were not alive.

The ancients believed that after a person dies, the underworld will send out ghost soldiers to capture the soul of the deceased. If a living person sees it, they will be taken away together.

really.

Someone alerted the Yin soldiers, and as soon as they lost consciousness, they saw that the man was gone, and there was a blank white figure among the soldiers. Then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly became as vicious as those evil ghosts.

Mustache shuddered, and saw the fierce ghosts in the city following them into the military formation, as if they were being controlled by something.

Soon many more people were tricked.

"Paralysis, I'm afraid if I die, I will really die.

The Northeast man cursed.

The mustache was about to cry and grabbed the man. "Mo Jun, I want to be a Chinese, can you help me introduce him?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, it's difficult to get Chinese nationality."

Northeastern men are a bit embarrassed 2.0, the state is too strict in this regard.

Suddenly he came to his senses, if those were Yin soldiers, then that area in the sky...

He looked up suddenly.

The pupils dilated violently.

Huaxia Conference Hall.

Huang Haopeng swallowed his saliva, pointed at the three words on the impossibly tall city, and stammered: "Minister, that...isn't it written in vain?"

One expert almost groaned and shouted: "That...that's the underworld!!!"

Everyone was furious.

Hell!

The underworld of the three realms.

Now!

[Guess which family this person who controls the underworld belongs to. Ahem, please give me a monthly ticket for some flowers, six updates today].