"Roasted yams, four for one yuan!"
"Spinach, going cheap! Spinach, going cheap..."
"Do you have a business license or not?!"
"Back! Back! Back!"
"..."
The overlapping cries spread through the Netherworld building via the Megaphone, making it sound incredibly lively. Those in the know understood this was the Netherworld; anyone else might have thought they had fallen asleep in a farmers' market.
Many Netherworld Messengers woke in a daze.
Some took out their specially made earplugs and checked them over and over. These really were the magical artifact-grade earplugs they had paid a fortune for last time, so how were those damned sounds still getting into their ears?!
Ghost qi +100. Ghost qi +200. ...
Waves of resentment rose.
What they did not know was that the Loudspeaker Jiang Chen used was also a magical artifact-grade item that he had enhanced more than three times.
Under the torment of the noise,
many Netherworld Messengers climbed out of bed, bleary-eyed, and screamed furiously.
"Aaah! Stop fucking playing that!"
"It's first thing in the morning! Have some decency, Uncle Wei!"
Some of the more hot-tempered ones even threw open their doors and darted straight outside.
For instance, a female Netherworld Messenger whose companion ghost was an Assassin Ghost flashed straight behind Jiang Chen, clutching a blood-drenched knife.
"Who are you? Why are you being such an asshole this early in the morning? You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or you're in trouble!"
Dressed in a black silk nightgown, the female Netherworld Messenger's lips curled into an icy smile on her pale face.
Just then,
a drum sounded.
Her expression abruptly went blank. In the blink of an eye, the man before her vanished.
The next moment, her body stiffened, and the hairs on her back stood on end. Someone