After Zhen finished speaking, Yan Zheng became even more confused and waved his hand and shouted to stop.

"Wait a minute, let me look at it. The City of Wudi has completely become a prison for blood-robbing evil ghosts. Where did those ghosts on the city wall come from?"

Town: "The city of Wudi is full of blood and blood, and there is no conflict with the city wall. Just build a few overpasses next to Wudi and the tall buildings next to Wudi. These ghosts of Wudi can go from the overpass to the wall of Wudi and look out at the world.

, Blood is in the city, and it is clearly distinguished from the soul of the ruthless death, and does not interfere with each other."

After listening to the town's explanation, Yan Zheng finally felt puzzled and said in admiration: "Gao! It's really awesome! The utilization rate of the Wudai City has been developed to the extreme by you. It's not much easier than those developers in our world.

!”

Town sneered.

"This method is learned from your developers in the world. These high-rise overpasses were built by the developers in the world after they died. If you want to say it is broken, oh no, if you have too much scrupulousness or you humans, you have too many ghosts!

These people are all full of fat intestines. They have to stay in hell for at least 1,800 years. The underworld will give mercy and let them build houses to atone for their sins and relieve the pressure of being full of ghosts in the underworld. It can be considered a waste to use it!"

Yan Zheng rubbed his nose awkwardly. No matter how he heard these words, it seemed like he was cursing, but Yan Zheng was unable to refute the facts before his eyes.

I can only forcefully blame: "Then you should be careful when speaking. Don't kill a group of people with one stroke. We humans still have good people, such as me in front of you..."

It doesn't matter if Yan Zheng doesn't mention himself. When he mentions himself, the disdain on his face becomes more and more obvious.

"Hmph~ you are a good person? Do you put quotes? If you say this, your conscience will not hurt??"

Yan Zheng said angrily: "Zheng! You can easily have no friends when you chat like this!"

Zhen smiled and replied: "A magical artifact!"

Hearing these two words, Yan Zheng immediately stopped, and his aura was like a deflated balloon.

"Then what, aren't we going to Naihe Bridge? Let's go quickly. What are you delaying here? Isn't it just a tall building? There are many in the living room. I'll take you to Fusang to see it. It has a larger population density and builds a tall building.

The building has more experience. If you like it, come back from their souls of the architects... Anyway, you are not "people", so you can do whatever you want~"

Zhen didn't believe the nonsense that Yan Zheng said. He could guess even Yan Zheng's humble expression. Yan Zheng didn't think so well, and waved his hand to Yan Zheng, and Zhen took care of himself.

Walk forward.

Yan Zheng quickly shut up and chased after him. Walking on the street, Yan Zheng felt like he was dreaming of returning to the night market. The sky above his head was heavy black, as if a lead cloud was about to fall off at any time, and the lights were brightly lit.

The streets are filled with various special snacks. Unlike the living room, most of the food sold on this street is mainly ingots and candles.

Such snacks as ingot candied haws, candle spicy hot pot, cumin roasted ingots, iron plate candles... There are all kinds of snacks in the world, but they just change the dazzling array of ingredients in the world to monotonous ingot candles.

In addition to these snacks, Yan Zheng also saw various small stalls selling clothes, but the types of clothing are relatively simple, which makes people know at a glance that they are for dead people. Occasionally there are a few clothes that are eye-catching, and they are also

The styles that have been popular in the living room have long been popular.

The stalls for buying home appliances are even more exaggerated. The TV refrigerator and washing machines are stacked directly into a small hill. The ghosts who buy home appliances stand on the TV at the top of the mountain and shout hard.

There was a show on the TV under my feet. I looked closely and saw that there was a new song sung by Huang Jiaju and his brother.

Although Yan Zheng was born late, these two singers and stars that Yan Zheng liked more. Yan Zheng was very excited when he could see the new works of these two people again, and his steps under his feet couldn't help but slow down, and his attention was all

Attracted by the pictures on the TV, my body was even more disobedient and moved towards the TV.

He walked forward with all his attention, and Yan Zheng screamed and covered his forehead and complained: "My head! What did you do if you don't want to stop you!"

Zhen grinned and smiled at Yan Zheng, "Look at it yourself~"

Yan Zheng looked carefully and found that there was a layer of transparent cover outside his body, which isolated him from the whole world. His current situation was like a ghost walking in the world, and he could see it.

Others cannot hear or see him. If they come into contact with ghosts, they will pass through their bodies directly.

Looking at the brother and Huang Jiaju Yanzheng who were close to him, he said anxiously: "Hurry up and let me out, I want to see the new song they released!"

Zhen Cruel smiled and said, "If you die, I knew you would have something wrong, so I prepared it in advance! Why bother the dead world if you are a living person? The company's safety rules are taught to the dogs.

No matter what they did in their lifetime, no matter how brilliant they were in their lifetime, now they are dead, they are just the most ordinary ghost in the underworld, and everything in their lifetime has nothing to do with them!”

Yan Zheng retorted unwillingly: "But~"

Just as he shouted loudly, Yan Zheng became depressed in an instant. After passing the basin of cold water in the town just now, Yan Zheng was gone and started to be excited. After calming down, he thought carefully that what the town said was still reasonable.

Why bother the dead world? If something makes him the most beautiful classic in his memory, why do you need to read it out again?

Yan Zheng walked to the town dejectedly and said in a depressed manner: "Let's go!"

Zhen then led Yan Zheng to continue moving forward. Yan Zheng behind him turned around in three steps, always obsessed with the scenes played on the TV.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Yan Zheng wanted to speak but stopped, and finally made up his mind to ask, "Why didn't they reincarnate!"

As the town walked, he said, "One of them died unexpectedly, and the other one was suicide. They were not dead. They had to wait until their life was exhausted before they could be reincarnated. The brother you said, suicide should have gone to hell. The underworld remembered that he was kind to others during his lifetime.

Doing good deeds will save him from the suffering of hell, but like other souls of vain, you need to wait for your life to be exhausted before you can be reincarnated. In the long days of the underworld, any edges will be smoothed by the boring life here, two

I was a fellow villager and was good at music, so I simply collected a group of lyricists who were also in vain to die and re-engage in my old career! You also know that the underworld has been under a lot of work in recent years, and there is no way to relieve the pressure. I saw them in the underworld.

The songs were so vivid and loved by the vast ghosts of tragic death, so they simply helped them and opened the door to convenience for their creation. At the same time, the underworld helped them promote songs for free. In your words, they were officially incorporated and invested!
Chapter completed!