Outside the city of Wan Die, a bluestone path is now full of ghosts.
This was the first time for Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue to see such a situation.
After they asked the ghost general guarding the gate, they found out that this matter had a lot to do with Ding Xiaoyi.
Because Zongji and Tu Tu reopened the gate to the Underworld, although it was only for a short time, tens of thousands of ghosts were attracted by the Underworld in that short period of time.
Most of these ghosts have been wandering around the world for a long time, and some are creatures that died during the Alliance Civil War.
Tens of thousands of ghosts filled the city at once, which naturally kept the ghost generals responsible for guarding the City of Wasted Death very busy.
When he saw Ding Xiaoyi, he would inevitably complain. Today is different from the past. Now half of the Ten Palaces of Yama have gone, and the judge, bull head, and horse face are completely absent.
The entire underworld is now in name only and cannot be effectively managed at all.
If Xie Qi, Fan and Ba hadn't come as volunteers to help them register and arrange for these wandering souls, they would have been extremely busy by now.
The ghost general's complaint caused Ding and Xiaoyi to fall into a long silence.
Since the underworld has been closed, the impact on the present world cannot be seen in a short period of time, and it can even be said that there is no feeling at all.
But it wasn't until this moment that the two of them discovered that there were already so many wandering souls in this world.
I believe that in a few years, or even less than a few years, there will be more and more wandering souls in this world. When the Yin and Yang are out of balance, the world will inevitably be in chaos.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's heart suddenly became heavy. He did not expect that the dark and chaotic era mentioned by Old Man Zao was so close to him.
"Let's go, we can't control this matter, everything depends on days!"
Song Xingxue patted him on the shoulder, and reincarnation had been closed. If the underworld was not closed, it would not be able to bear so many ghosts.
But if the underworld is closed, sooner or later the world will be in chaos. By then, the underworld, as the foundation of the three realms, is destined to still be under tremendous pressure.
This is an endless cycle unless the empress can open the reincarnation.
But the problem is that none of the five ghost emperors have a say in this matter. Even the old man and his master don't speak up. How can it be the turn of little minions like them to take care of it?
Not everyone is qualified to be the savior.
He also knew that the Songxing theory was telling the truth, and the worry in his eyes suddenly became much deeper.
When he came, he had already contacted Tutu and asked her to collect merit and see how much the difference was. If it was not much, Tutu and Old Man Zao would find a way to make up for the rest.
I hope that Pangpang will be released as soon as possible, so that this Netherworld leader can quickly come to this world and save all the wandering souls in this world.
The two of them turned around and arrived outside the gate of Tiandi Bank. Ding Xiaoyi handed over ten large wooden boxes to Song Xingxue as promised.
When the box was opened, it was so full of money that Songxing Xuele's mouth almost split open to the back of his head.
"Good brother, if you have such a profitable business in the future, remember to contact me. It won't be a problem. As long as you have enough money, it will be no problem to let my master dance for you."
"You betray your master like this, aren't you afraid that your master will slap you to death one day?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at this guy's excited look and couldn't help but complain.
Song Xingxue disagreed with this: "I'm afraid of birds. If my master knew that I could sell his old bones for this price, he would probably reward me."
After saying that, he added in a low voice: "As long as you don't let Master know, I took away two-thirds from the middle and still eat from both ends!"
Song Xingxue took the money and ran away immediately. He waited in front of the bank gate for a long time before he saw Tu Tu and Liao Qiu who had arrived late.
When they heard that Liao Qiu was coming, the eyes of the old ghosts in front of the Tiandi Bank were blazing, and they wanted to swallow Liao Qiu.
But because Shen Tu was here, he could only watch the three people leave with a look of resentment.
"What happened to those old ghosts just now? Do you owe them money?"
It wasn't until they were far away that Ding Xiaoyi started asking.
"That's right. I don't owe money for a loan. Where did I get so much money to buy this official?" Liao Qiu raised his chest and raised his head. He didn't look like someone who owed money at all, but more like an uncle who borrowed money.
Anyway, the money is not his, so he can just repay part of it every year. As for when he will repay it, it all depends on Liao Qiu's mood.
In fact, when Tiandi Bank made the loan, it had no idea what Liao Qiu was going to do with the money. When he found out, he really regretted it.
"Give me the official seal!"
After the three of them walked to a place where no one was around, Tu Tu took Ding Xiaoyi's official seal and saw that the rainbow light on the official seal was like a painting. When the seal came out, it actually lit up half of the city of Fushou.
Tu Tu hurriedly put away the big seal, and her eyes under the mask showed joy: "Not bad, 86,000 merits, although it is still a bit short, but it is enough!"
Tu Tu will find a way to borrow the remaining 10,000 points of merit. Although as the underworld gods, they have no chance to collect merit, there are many people with merit in the underworld.
For example, Liao Qiu has some in his hands. Of course, these merits are the few remaining merits of their Yin lineage.
In addition to him, there are ferrymen, Minghu, and even Chai Rong's family. The ancestors of these families have accumulated a huge amount of merit. Otherwise, Chai Rong, a lonely soul, would have been sent to reincarnation long ago. Where can he
Wait until you get Ding Xiaoyi.
Tu Tu has already asked people to borrow it from various families. This can better reflect the unity of all people. The release of the Netherworld Cult Master is what everyone hopes for.
Otherwise, it would not be a good idea to let Ding Xiaoyi give away all the merits.
"Well, if I want to check the Book of Life and Death, who should I look for?" Ding Xiaoyi asked Tu Tu about the Book of Life and Death at this time.
"Book of Life and Death?" Tu Tu looked at him suspiciously: "What do you think you do with that thing?"
Nowadays, the Book of Life and Death is of little significance. After all, with spiritual recovery, even ordinary people in this world will live longer than before.
Not to mention that some people who have reached the disaster spirit level, or even the dragon level, have such long lifespans that they can do endorsement ads for batteries.
"I want to check on some people."
Of course he would not tell Tu Tu about the list, because he always felt that this matter was related to the underworld, and he did not plan to tell any of them to Tu Tu until he found out the whole story.
"Look for King Taishan."
"King Taishan? Does he care about this matter now?" Ding Xiaoyi asked doubtfully.
Tu Tu shook her head: "No, I just heard that he is very short of money recently..."
Sure enough, money can make the world go round. This sentence is true all the time. After writing down Tu Tu's words, the three of them said goodbye to each other.
Ding Xiaoyi went straight to the Tenth Hall of Yama, but when he asked at the door, he found out that King Taishan was not here.
Nowadays, the ten halls of Yama are just decorations. Not to mention King Taishan, the other Yamas are no longer here.
Ding Xiaoyi quietly stuffed a piece of money into the little ghost guarding the door, then asked where King Taishan might be, and rushed over to take a look, it turned out to be a casino.
"Yes, no wonder Tutu said this guy is short of money." He curled his lips. As the saying goes, nine out of ten gamblers lose, whether it is in this world or in the underworld, as long as they are involved in gambling, no one will lose everything in the end.
When I walked in, I saw King Taishan with his sleeves rolled up, looking like he was gambling. Under the cheers of the crowd, he opened the Pai Gow in his hand. As expected, all he got was a burst of sighs.
"Keep going!"
King Taishan has long lost the concept of winning or losing. Maybe he didn't come here just to win or lose, but simply wanted to avoid reality here.
It wasn't until Ding Xiaoyi held down his hand that King Taishan turned around. A sharp light flashed in his red phoenix eyes: "Ding Xiaoyi? What are you doing here?"
After saying this, King Taishan's expression suddenly turned gloomy: "If you are trying to persuade me, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't think that because the emperor cares about you, he can take care of my affairs."
Obviously, there was more than one person who came to persuade King Taishan during this period.
I am obviously regarded as one of them.
"What are you talking about? I have something urgent to do. Please ask King Taishan for help."
With a dark face, King Taishan wanted to curse and drive people away, but before he could say anything, he suddenly raised his brows slightly. Looking at his flat pocket, he didn't know when a stack of dark money as thick as a brick appeared in his flat pocket, and he immediately turned to anger.