Ling Yi was brushing his teeth in the bathroom while recalling the dream he had last night.
It's just a dream; it's perfectly normal.
But this was the first time Ling Yi had ever had such a vivid dream.
In the dream, an old man claiming to be his great-grandfather told him that the Underworld had been invaded and the situation was extremely critical. He needed him to burn a batch of AKs to defend against the invaders.
He also told Ling Yi that simply burning the AK wasn't enough; he had to write his great-grandfather's birth date and time on the AK and stamp it with the Nether Domain Seal.
"That's a pipe dream!" Ling Yi spat the toothpaste foam into the sink.
He's never even met his great-grandfather!
Let alone his great-grandfather, he's almost forgotten what his own parents look like now.
Shortly after his birth, his parents died in a car accident.
His grandfather Ling Beishan, raised him.
Three years ago, my grandfather also passed away peacefully, leaving him a complete orphan.
This " Nether Domain Funeral Shop " was left to him by his grandfather.
Originally, Ling Yi planned to sell the funeral service shop.
As a young person with a modern education, I have an inherent aversion to the business of funeral service providers.
Like most people, he believed that death is the end, and burning houses, cars, or beautiful women for the dead is utterly meaningless.
Don't underestimate these things; although the materials are just bamboo and white paper, they are not cheap.
A paper luxury sports car can cost several thousand yuan, while a good paper villa can sell for tens of thousands of yuan.
Through this business, Ling Yi's grandfather not only left Ling Yi a house, but also nearly 600,000 yuan in savings, enough to at least pay for his future marriage.
In Ling Yi's view, this business was simply making money off the dead, and was somewhat unethical.
But Ling Beishan told him that this was a craft, and each piece of work embodied the living's longing for the deceased.
This proves that at least some people still remember them and miss them, proving that their legacy and presence still exist in this world.
If you lose this source of hope, then when you die, you truly have nothing left.
Ling Yi didn't quite understand. He was still young and didn't have such a deep understanding of death, or rather, fear of it.
"November 6, 1939, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM)..." Ling Yi looked at himself in the mirror and repeated the birth date and time his great-grandfather had told him in his dream.
The memories from the dream were so vivid, especially the birth date and time; it was as if it were branded into my mind, unforgettable and impossible to ignore.
Then there's the Nether Domain Seal. According to Grandpa Mengzhong, the Nether Domain Seal is a special seal that only those who made great contributions to the Underworld in ancient times could obtain.
Only white items stamped with the Nether Domain Seal can truly reach the hands of the deceased.
If the deceased has already Reincarnation, their Karmic Luck will be increased; if they have not yet Reincarnation, the fortune will be passed on to the designated spirit of the deceased.
People usually burn paper money for the deceased, and although the money does reach the spirits, the spirits only receive one ten-thousandth of it.
If it is a white matter, it will only Hua Wei Karmic Luck and loaded into the deceased's next life after the Reincarnation of the spirit, and even then, it is only one in ten thousand.
As for why it was one in ten thousand, my great-grandfather didn't explain, or rather, he didn't have time to explain.
Around nine o'clock in the morning, Ling Yi arrived at the funeral parlor.
Even though Ling Yi Ling Yi had seen it countless times since childhood, he still felt that the store was a bit creepy.
The shop has three rows of shelves, all filled with joss paper, incense, paper money, and miniature versions of cars and houses.
Behind that is a workshop, which is quite large and filled with various materials and some semi-finished products.
Ling Yi had no intention of opening the shop, so he flipped the sign in front of the shop over, putting the shop in a "closed" state.
It's not that he lacks the skill.
Ling Beishan taught Ling Yi the craft of paper-making from a young age. The key point is that even though Ling Yi was reluctant, his talent was undeniable.
Ling Yi can Imitation West City he has ever seen, and even make it look exactly like the real thing.
Grandpa always said that he was born to do this job.
Ling Yi was very resistant to this idea. Talent was talent, but he genuinely refused to make a living from it.
"November 6, 1939, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM)..."
Ling Yi silently repeated it again. Okay, he gave in.
Although he didn't want to admit it, it was very likely that this really was a dream his great-grandfather had sent him.
Otherwise, this kind of thing simply cannot be explained by science.
If all of this is true, then it proves that the Underworld really exists. If the Underworld really exists, then it also proves that what the old man said about the Underworld being invaded might also be true.
Then, the situation on Great-Grandpa's side is probably very dire.
After looking at the materials in the workshop, Ling Yi selected some and got to work.
I got so busy that I lost track of time.
Unbeknownst to Ling Yi, he had used up all the materials in the shop and made a total of forty AK paper replicas.
He then wrote his great-grandfather's birth date and time on each AK. After that, Ling Yi took out a jade seal the size of a matchbox from around his neck.
This was the ancestral heirloom of his Ling Clan, and it was the Nether Domain Seal his great-grandfather had told him about. After stamping it, the final step was to simply throw it into the furnace and burn it.
There aren't any particular rules here.
Fortunately, the funeral parlor has a special fireplace, which was designed specifically to make it easier for guests to burn paper offerings.
Not only does it burn extremely fast, but it also effectively exhausts smoke. The exhaust port is equipped with a condensation mist device, which can effectively reduce the pollution level of smoke and dust, making it quite environmentally friendly and preventing the store from becoming smoky and polluted.
Underworld City of Cangwu in the eighteenth district of the Underworld, a massive war is currently underway.
On one side are the spirits of the Underworld, and on the other side are the invaders.
These invaders were ugly monsters.
They were short in stature, with greenish skin, triangular heads, large eyes, and carried weapons such as spiked clubs.
Despite their small size, they are incredibly fast Keep Running and have remarkably Swiftness reflexes.
On the other side are various mixed-up undead.
Ancient, modern, and contemporary, but these undead have no weapons in their hands.
Forget swords, spears, and halberds, they didn't even have spoons or shovels; Combat entirely on instinct.
Both sides have more than 100,000.
Clearly, the Ling Yi are unarmed, are at a disadvantage.
Goblin can often scatter an undead in just a few moves, and the undead's soul power after death is instantly absorbed by the Goblin.
With each unit of soul power absorbed, the Goblin grows larger.
For an undead to kill a Goblin, it would require sacrificing the lives of at least twenty undead.
A casualty ratio of twenty to one.
When Goblin die, their souls also become nourishment for the undead, strengthening their souls.
Both sides fight each other, and each kill will increase their strength.
This situation also destined the two sides to be locked in a life-or-death struggle.
On the city wall of Cangwu City, an old man frowned as he watched the deafening battle.
" Ling City, if this continues, I'm afraid our army won't be able to hold out for much longer."
An undead lieutenant clad in armor bowed to the old man and spoke.
"I hope that brat hurrys up," the old man muttered.
He had already used ninety percent of his soul power to communicate with Ling Yi, or rather, he had placed all his hopes on Ling Yi.
If Ling Yi doesn't cooperate, then he will die today, his soul scattered and his spirit destroyed.
"Damn those Thought Spirits! If it weren't for them, how could the barriers between the Underworld and the underworld have become so weak?" the old man said angrily.
Just then, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky above City of Cangwu.
All the spirits in the city involuntarily looked up.
"Could there be other invaders?" the undead lieutenant asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Hahaha, they're not invaders, but rather, our chance to strike back has arrived."
Sensing the familiar bloodline Aura within the vortex, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. This brat hadn't disappointed him.
Within the vortex, Daodao light shot out, eventually landing at the old man's feet and forming... AKs!
"This, this, this is a gun?" the undead lieutenant exclaimed in disbelief.
The old man picked up an AK, pulled the bolt back with a snap, and then started firing at the Goblin below.
The gun muzzle spewed out a long tongue of fire, which stood out conspicuously in the dimly lit Underworld.
Due to the special rules of the Underworld, AKs have unlimited bullets; the weapon will only disappear completely once the AK's durability is depleted.
In other words, anything transmitted from the mortal realm to the Underworld only has a durability rating.
For example, a car has Infinite Energy and can run anywhere.
However, the vehicle will lose durability with each use, and once the durability is depleted, the vehicle will disappear.
Over the years, the last reserves of the Underworld were exhausted at the very beginning of the invading monsters.
Ordinary spirits of the dead are unable to send messages to the living.
Only undead with a strength of Third Tier or above have one opportunity per week to contact the Mortal Realm.
And this person must be related to him by blood.
However, simply being able to contact people in the Mortal Realm is not enough; without the Nether Domain Seal, it is still meaningless.
In other words, currently in the Mortal Realm, only Ling Yi is capable of supplying weapons to the Underworld; even if others burn their weapons, they will still be unable to get them to the Underworld.
The monsters' defenses weren't strong. If it weren't for their numerical and weaponry advantage, and the boundless and endless army of the undead in the Underworld, there would be no need to worry about these monsters at all.
However, when the number of monsters reaches a terrifying level, things will change drastically.
For example, the chance of advancing to a higher-level Goblin increases...
Feeling the recoil of the AK, the old man laughed heartily.
"Distribute the weapons and slaughter these monsters!"
For such low-level monsters, the AK is a complete game-changer.
With the release of 60 AKs in the Infinite Firepower mode, the situation instantly turned around.
Swarms of monsters fell, and vast amounts of Soul Power became nourishment for the undead.
Especially for the elite undead warriors wielding AKs, the feedback from their souls caused their strength to increase rapidly.
In the Mortal Realm, Ling Yi, exhausted from a long day, had fallen asleep.
He had no idea what role the weapons he burned for the Underworld had played in Underworld.
When Ling Yi woke up, it was already around seven o'clock the next morning.
He was woken up by hunger.
I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a sausage to tide me over, and then prepared to cook myself breakfast.
Recalling yesterday's events, Ling Yi still felt it was all too surreal.
After finishing his noodles, Ling Yi sat down at his Computer, preparing to post a taxi ad online.
He ultimately decided to rent out the funeral service shop.
Just as he was about to send the message, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest.
The burning sensation came quickly, like someone suddenly lighting a match in his heart.
Ling Yi instinctively pulled back a pair of gloves and looked down.
Then he saw that the black cesium seal, which he had worn around his neck since childhood, known as the Ling Clan family heirloom, and which his great-grandfather had referred to as the Nether Domain Seal in his Dream Visitation, was emitting a dark red light.
Then, to Ling Yi's astonishment, the Nether Domain Seal gradually merged into Ling Yi's heart, leaving only a seal tattoo. The difference was that a one- Starbrand appeared in the lower right corner of the seal tattoo.