"May I ask why the Lord of the Netherworld has summoned me?"
Long Yeyue's soul spoke with a measure of alarm and uncertainty.
"It's me."
Lin Ming deliberately kept his voice very low, without the slightest trace of human warmth.
"There's a small matter. Too many people have died in your Shrek City," Lin Ming said slowly.
"So many that the Netherworld cannot process them all at once. Even now, countless wandering ghosts linger above Shrek with nowhere to go."
Upon hearing this, Long Yeyue's soul felt her heart tighten:
Good grief, have we been living with ghosts all this time?
"Then what should we do?"
"It will take at least another three days to guide all these departed souls into the Netherworld River.
"During these three days, Shrek must do nothing. In particular, do not bring outsiders into the city.
"Too many people have been coming to your Shrek City lately. The energy of the living disperses the energy of the dead, and the departed souls will dissipate on the spot.
"You wouldn't want Shrek's departed souls to lose even their final resting place, would you?"
So what if they do?
Still, she had to cooperate with the Lord of the Netherworld's arrangements.
"Of course not!"
Long Yeyue hurriedly answered:
"Thank you for the reminder, Lord of the Netherworld. I understand."
"Mm." With that, Lin Ming said no more and sent Long Yeyue straight back.
The black pig Long Yeyue opened her eyes, still shaken.
Then, not daring to delay in the slightest, she flew straight toward Tang Hao's office.
Upon reaching Tang Hao's door, Long Yeyue arrogantly kicked it open and unceremoniously planted her backside on his head:
"Yun Ming, put the bidding on hold for three days. Don't let anyone from outside in, only our own people