Among the familiar figures, isn’t that Junior Brother Qian, who died in battle in Yunjing City on the sa day as last August?
Even now, in his slumber, his face was twisted in a ferocious grimace as he muttered in his sleep:
"I’ll crush you all! I’ll crush you all!
Tomorrow, at the Ghost Power Factory assembly line, the opportunity to work overti for twelve Two Hours is mine!
I want to work overti; I want blessings; if gods block, kill the gods; if Buddhas block, kill the Buddhas!"
Senior Brother Song certainly knew the rules of the "Automatic Cultivation Machine": whichever team managed to push the millstone to crush the ghost ahead would be rewarded with a whole day’s work in the factory (Chapter 452).
Yet, even in his dreams, Junior Brother Qian harbored such lowly desires.
One could imagine to what extent his fulfilling career in labor had reford him.
Truly a matter for congratulation.
But now was not the ti for dreaming.
Seeing this, Senior Brother Song stepped forward and promptly slapped him awake with two resounding smacks.
The other seven or eight n and won also gradually awoke.
"Where is this?"
Confused, they paid no attention to the fact that Senior Brother Song, the first among the ten to awaken, was walking on tiptoes.
It was a clear sign of... possession by a ghost!
And in this world, the one naturally capable of forceful possession even of a ghost body was none other than Wang Yuan, the King of Ten Thousand Ghosts.
If the Heavenly Officials were seen as fruits hanging from the Killing Tree, then the thirty-three heavens themselves form the roots of that very Killing Tree.
In the beginning, even the rules of the Immortal Peach Orchard were sumd up through the lives of generation upon generation of "Seven Fairies."
Even though the Heart Communication Conch’s ability had greatly improved, it was impossible to easily discern the precepts and taboos of this Heavenly Realm like before.
Cannon fodder was still absolutely indispensable.
Luckily, in Old Master Wang’s pockets were plenty of wicked ghosts, full of deadly poison and heavy sins.
Ten were easily fished out from the "Sewing Machine Hell" to enjoy a free day trip to Outer Heaven.
Among them, the "Song Qian" brothers, who hailed from the "Wealth Qi Building," were once Treasure Delivery Boys who had placed the Money Box into their own hands.
Wang Yuan believed they would surely perform well today.
Before the ten had the chance to introduce themselves, a sudden swirl of mist swept over them, engulfing them all.
The ghosts felt dazed as if their minds had forgotten sothing.
"Here we are, the middle layer of the dream realm: ’Yellow Millet Village.’"
According to the Great Fate’s observations over thousands of years, much like the layered collective dream realms of humanity, this Heavenly Realm was also primarily divided into three layers.
The outermost layer is the real world; the innermost layer, a den exclusive to Him.
The middle layer is Yellow Millet Village, the source of all "Yellow Millet Dreams" and "Daydreams" in the world.
It contains countless dreams of all sizes, with so of the more iconic ones being: Puppet Theater, Huabi Temple, Colorful Cloud Shop, Green History Temple...
This place would also beco the final destination for all mortals who had mistakenly entered here from the mortal world!
A flash of spirit light appeared before everyone’s eyes, and a wooden theater ticket simultaneously materialized in each of their hands.
A voice also echoed in the ears of the ten ghosts as well as Wang Yuan’s.
Puppet Theater rules:
[One, the ticket in your hand is your sole proof of being an audience mber; it absolutely must not be lost, or you will bear the consequences.]
[Two, the characters and plot within the puppet show are carefully arranged; there will be no deviations from the script or allowance for accidents.]
[Three, even if you feel that so aspect of the puppet show is poorly perford, audience mbers may not interfere with the performance, much less attack our perforrs.]
[Four, should a perforr invite you to take part in the performance, please be sure to agree.]
[Five, only when this performance successfully concludes may the audience proceed to the next destination.]
Note: Do not look up! Do not look up! Do not look up!
However.
When the light dissipated, what appeared before them was a quaint town buzzing with life, filled with birdsong and the bustling of crowds, nowhere resembling any Puppet Theater.
Only the "Song Qian" brothers, who ca from the "Path of the Six Desires," furrowed their brows upon seeing this scene.
They quietly moved to the back of the group.
Reviews
All reviews (0)