"The Magic Altar has decreed, as urgent as an Imperial Decree!"
At the same time, in a place extremely far from Mingzhou, there was a row of fences made of osmanthus branches. This fence wasn't very long, only stretching three miles, yet this short stretch of fence seemed to separate Official Zhou from Mingzhou.
Hungry ghosts, whose eyes would turn red for a single grain of food, wandered aimlessly but did not take one step into Mingzhou.
Yet now, many openings had been made in the fence.
In the air, misty white figures held three incense sticks. They appeared faintly, walking slowly forward. A procession of hungry ghosts followed, sniffing the incense's aroma as they trudged mistily on.
Protected by ghostly gods, they traveled a hundred miles in a moment, leading more and more hungry ghosts to gather before Mingzhou Prefecture.
