At this moment, the treasures of the Ghost Theater Troupe were hung with small red lanterns from top to bottom, black mist churned, and tiny shadows flickered.
Vaguely, it seemed to connect with all the lanterns in the city.
This was his task.
Lu Sheng had him preside over the magic platform, using "Joyful God Money" as a medium, with "Netherworld Stage" as the core, taking advantage of the Dragon Palace's descent, the inversion of yin and yang, and the chaos of dreams and reality, to perform this grand play.
In the distance, fireworks, Situ Qian naturally also saw.
This was a signal for him to participate in the defense.
To be honest, he was very tired, but seeing the indifferent eyes of the "King Shu" below, his heart still trembled.
"Waa waa~"
Situ Qian gritted his teeth, his red beard fluttering.
Around him, there were a few temporary Divination Children, all dressed as little ghosts, with talismans stuck to their backs, their eyes dazed.
