The flames in Wei Youliang’s eyes flickered wildly, and he trembled as he tightened his grip around the newspaper in his hands.

These were paper newspapers, just like the ubiquitous kind back in the mortal realm. The quality of the paper was neither excellent, nor terrible.

He had heard news on the grapevine that this was one of the special products of Hell, and King Yanluo had only been able to transport it here through the use of a technique known as the Universal Grand Shift. Having worked hard for a month, the only thing they had all received in exchange were these millions of newspapers that were distributed to the various communities in their world.

That’s right. Community. It was a word that invoked deep emotions of familiarity in his heart.

There were a number of other Yin spirits around him who were also speaking loudly in turn. This was a community reading group - a society that was established pursuant to the orders of the so-called King Yanluo of Hell, who had ordered all who were keen to establish societies to submit their application forms and name lists within a three-day time period. Naturally, the objective of these societies had to cohere with, promote or complement the intentions of the King Yanluo of Hell, just like what they were doing now.

None of the other Yin spirits gathered around them spoke a single word. They were all regular ghostly citizens of Qufu City’s Shanhai Pass - the most ordinary, plebeian kind. After their death, they had unwittingly arrived in the heart of Shanhai Pass.

At that time, they were none the wiser, and they had naturally thought that they had arrived in Hell.

That’s right, with such a majestic, lofty and magnificent city...