Everyone was keeping an eye on Soul Shepherd City, every movent of which tugged at the heartstrings of the people in Mingjiang Prefecture.
The tall city gate of Soul City had already opened a slight crack, and within eight seconds after the end of the projection, Little Brain went to the Donkey Shed and played the screeching sound of the "Gate’s grand opening."
At the sa ti, he also played the sound of the Evil Ghost’s wailing.
"Once Soul Shepherd City opens, the Dead People inside are going to run out."
"God Traveling Departnt, hurry up and think of a way, what should we do?"
"Day and Night Wandering God, you are the last hope of Mingjiang Prefecture..."
Fear enveloped everyone’s hearts and also pushed them to seek help from the God Traveling Departnt.
On patrol duty at the God Traveling Departnt was Li Chengfeng.
Li Chengfeng had received a tip-off in advance—the Painter told him that no matter what happened today, it was all a play directed by the great master. Don’t worry, just maintain order and don’t let the civilians panic, causing a stampede.
But now, Li Chengfeng was genuinely confused—was this Soul Shepherd City truly a play? What ans did the great master use to create such a grand play?
"Lord Shu, why don’t we go see Lord Hua?"
Gu Ling maneuvered the lantern, approached Li Chengfeng, and inquired.
Li Chengfeng shook his head and said, "Let’s wait on standby here; it’s all the great master’s work... don’t panic."
He advised others not to panic, yet he himself was already flustered. He struggled to maintain his composure, controlled the lantern, and continued to observe the situation.
"The Ghost Gate of Soul Shepherd City is opening wider and wider, but apart from the ghostly wails, there doesn’t seem to be any sinister aura... it should be the great master’s work, no need to fear, no need to fear."
His words were not really admonitions to others but seed more like self-consolation.
But just at that mont, he suddenly heard a sharp ghostly wail, like a tal broom in the sky, frantically scraping the earth.
This wail contained an extrely terrifying aura. Anyone who heard it felt as though countless unseen insects were burrowing into their bones, feasting on the marrow.
If it were just one or two of these invisible insects, the pain might be bearable, but now thousands sward, sucking on the bone seams,
Numbness, bizarre itchiness, pain, horror... all sorts of unpleasant feelings entwined the body, and the townsfolk in the Donkey Shed also showed expressions of pain, so even rolling on the ground.
Fortunately, this Evil Ghost’s wail did not last continuously but ca in intervals, rising every seven or eight minutes.
And each wail only lasted one or two minutes.
The people of Mingjiang Prefecture were caught in a strange punishnt, like a pendulum, swinging back and forth between "piercing pain" and "hopeless lantation."
Either they lay on the ground, enduring the invasion of pain, or lanted the hardships of life, pondering the days to co, lost in endless lancholy.
This series of ghostly wails finally brought Li Chengfeng to his senses.
"No, this is definitely not the great master’s work... absolutely not... the real Soul Shepherd City has descended..."
Li Chengfeng imdiately maneuvered the lantern, flew to the Bell Tower, and after arriving in person, promptly asked the Painter, "Where is the great master? The descent of Soul Shepherd City is real... a series of terrifying ghostly wails echoing in Mingjiang Prefecture... we need to think of a solution."
"Old Li, didn’t I tell you? This is a play directed by the great master."
The Painter turned his head and said to Li Chengfeng.
"How can this still be a play? A single ghost wail has plunged all the townsfolk into a purgatory of pain, if it’s not the real descent of Soul Shepherd City... then what else could it be?"
Li Chengfeng argued fervently.
"Yes, indeed, what else could it be?"
The Painter did not rush to refute Li Chengfeng because he couldn’t see through it either.
Not long ago, after the Ghost Gate of Soul Shepherd City opened, Zhou Xuan had only instructed, "The Ghost Gate of Soul Shepherd City opens wide, enough spectacle must be made, otherwise, it won’t deceive the entire town’s people, let alone the eye in the sky."
Then, Zhou Xuan went on a Day Trip.
And then, a series of intense ghostly wails echoed through Mingjiang Prefecture.
If this aura wasn’t crafted by Zhou Xuan, then it wouldn’t be so coincidental, appearing abruptly after Zhou Xuan’s Day Trip.
If this aura was indeed crafted by Zhou Xuan—what thod did he use to produce such a lifelike spectacle of the Ghost Gate opening wide...
The Painter couldn’t fathom it,
Peng Sheng, King Xishan, the Music Master, couldn’t fathom it, either.
Because they couldn’t fathom it, the Painter didn’t bla Li Chengfeng for being "startled by trifles." Imagine, if he hadn’t heard that instruction from Zhou Xuan, he might have mobilized all the incense power in Mingjiang Prefecture to counter the impending "descent of Soul City, with the Ghost Gate wide open."
"How on earth did the great master accomplish this?"
The Painter puzzled endlessly...
...
"Ah Xuan, I never would have thought, when you said to create the spectacle of the Ghost Gate opening wide, that you were playing for real."
Miss Qiang truly didn’t expect Zhou Xuan to play such an outrageous trick.
Equally astounded was the Engineer.
The Engineer had been guessing in advance what thod Zhou Xuan would use to create the spectacle of the Ghost Gate opening wide, but racked her brains and couldn’t think of a thod.
And now, having witnessed everything Zhou Xuan did, she understood why she couldn’t think of it—she wasn’t brave enough!
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