C21 (1/2)

Damn, look at these three women, I know who this old man is. ghosts gave way with a ashamed look. The ghosts all had a hateful look on their faces. It was fortunate that there were Ghost Soldier and ghost servants around, otherwise, this old man would have definitely been killed by this group of ghosts. Even four Black Man bodyguards were not enough.

A few other people who were dressed like rich and powerful people also came, probably because their family bought this paper from the Paper-man Zhang to burn for them.

The old man's sedan chair only stopped when it reached the very front of the square. The old man got down from the sedan chair and knelt down to greet me. I nodded. Arrogant old geezer, if I didn't have to use you today, I would have f * cking sent you to hell.

Everyone was here. More than a hundred million pairs of eyes stared at me, and I was nervous. At this point, for the sake of the paper empire in the future, I am willing to sacrifice everything.

I shouted, ”Fellow ghosts —” The scene immediately quietened down.

”I'm your new King of Hell. I have something to say to everyone today,” I paused here. ”Heehee — clap —” White Impermanence took the lead in clapping. Under White Impermanence's encouragement, the ghosts below also started to clap. People say that clapping is also a form of knowledge. Today, I saw it from White Impermanence. You have a future, young man, and I like it.

It doesn't matter if you're a politician, a financial magnate, or a superstar. Who's ever seen a hundred million people applaud you at the same time? I'm the first, the first ever, the first ever.

I was satisfied. My two hands pressed down, and the applause slowly stopped, ”Today, I want to discuss a problem with everyone. In our Netherworld, why would there be people who are poor, and people who are rich!”

At this point, I stopped and used my gaze to communicate with the ghosts below the stage. ghosts's eyes were filled with tears. It seems that I had spoken their hearts and everyone was looking at the people in the front row with hatred in their eyes.

With the arrogant old man in the lead, a few hundred well-dressed ghosts s trembled in anger, as if they were waiting for the people's judgement. The arrogant old man no longer had the prestige he had when he came. He couldn't even find his bodyguard or maid.

Some of the dead ghosts wrapped around themselves in underworld currency films started to sing in a low voice, ”Rise …” A starving slave … Get Up... ”People who suffer in the underworld …”

I can see that this is bad, the disparity between the rich and the poor is too great, ghosts making me angry has the intention to rebel. ”Who told me why?”

”Because we are being exploited!” shouted a dead man below. The crowd was excited, the ghosts in the plaza immediately exploded into commotion, discussing amongst themselves, somewhat agitated to the point that they were already in conflict with the ghost.

All of a sudden, I felt like a fool who had been lifted above his head by the hidden people in ”The Descending of the Dust”. At this moment, if I shouted out 'YES', then the hundreds of souls led by that arrogant old man would be torn apart.

But if that's the case, I'm done for too. Since the Netherworld has rebelled, it would be strange if the Heavenly Emperor didn't kill me.

Thus, I shouted, ”No!” The surroundings immediately quietened down. Countless ghosts stared at me with widened eyes, waiting for my next words.

I suppressed the surging passion in my chest and loudly said, ”Because the goods that your family burned for you were not received by any of you!”

”Whooosh.” A stone caused a thousand ripples, and now, it was a hundred years old. ”The entire plaza began to boil.” ”Who stole our paper!” ”Return my paper!” ”I want the paper with my blood!” Reject the underworld currency and severely punish the person who stole the paper goods! ” Resisting paper thieves! ” All sorts of slogans resounded in the air above the plaza.

I pressed and pressed with both my hands for a long time before I managed to calm down the dead ghost. First, let me say that no one embezzled your paper, ”I continued after a pause.” In fact, most of your family burned your paper too!

”What about our paper products?” ”We don't want paper money!” ”We need to get dressed, I want to live in a house!” We still need Rola Takizawa s — ”A discordant voice sounded.

”Everyone, quiet down. Let me tell you the answer,” I comforted them again as the ghosts quieted down.

I said, ”Because your families did not choose the Paper-man Zhang brand —” When I said this, everyone was shocked. The ghosts whispered to each other as they discussed about the brand of the Paper-man Zhang.

I pointed at the arrogant old man and said, ”Next, we will invite those who have experienced it for themselves. Everyone, please welcome them.” I took the lead to clap. The ghosts below also started to clap. This death of Netherworld is really simple.

The old man tremblingly walked up the steps. His legs were so weak that they could barely stand. He was caught by me. ”Old master, your surname is — —”

”Old... Han... I... Last Name... ”Li …” The old man replied with a trembling voice.

”Master Li, can you tell us where your family bought this paper for you?” ”No,” I said.

The old man trembled as he said, ”I am from X province city (which is where I live), Village Chen. After I die, that old lady from my family should have burned me down with paper goods that we bought in Paper-man Zhang's shop …” After saying that, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse, so he could only probingly look at me.

I patted the shoulder of the arrogant old man. ”Master Li, what you said is very good. Don't worry, the personal legal property of Netherworld is also sacred and inviolable.”