The moonlight truly fell, and people's hearts were shaken.
The ghost market also trembled.
Everyone present, including Chen Xu, just felt a flurry of chaotic voices whispering in the shadows by their ears.
Paper lanterns swayed, and on both sides of the long street, all the shadows seemed to twist into bizarre paper figures at this moment.
There was an indescribable sound howling, as if the whole world was receding.
Before Chen Xu's eyes appeared the interface prompt of the Food Cauldron Celestial Book:
[You compose verses to comfort the ghosts, the ethereal spirits read and find fragrance, obtaining one drop of Netherworld Essence as spiritual material.]
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Another drop of Netherworld Essence, adding to the two points from the previous two poems, Chen Xu now had three drops of Netherworld Essence.
So the Netherworld Essence was not the focus at this moment.
