Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

In recent years, as times have moved forward, fewer and fewer living people in the Human World celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the ghosts in the Underworld have found increasingly bizarre ways to seek amusement and watch fun.

For example, in recent years, there’s been gambling on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

They bet on whether the angriest ghosts can successfully eat offerings this year, if not, whether they’ll cause trouble, and how long it will take before the Night and Day Wanderer and Ghost An forcibly capture them.

Lu Wenwu parked his Paper Boat and, wearing casual clothes, leisurely walked towards the Underworld Grand Theater Tomb, listening to many exchanges between Old Ghosts and new ghosts along the way.

Regarding the Underworld’s festivals, there are quite a few clashes and disagreements between ghosts.

Some radical ghosts advocate: Our Race has changed, all Human World festivals should be ignored, and only celebrate our ghosts’ unique festivals.

Then there are the Conservative Faction ghosts who say: We’re used to celebrating all these years while we were alive, so why not continue down here? Festivals are never a big deal.

And the middle-of-the-road ghosts propose: We can celebrate both the Underworld and Human World festivals of the Divine Continent, but there’s no need for foreign ones like Christmas or Halloween.

As for Lu Wenwu, he feels indifferent about it.

Regardless of whether there are holidays or not, his regular life revolves around cultivation and researching how to make tastier egg pastries, so there’s not much difference.

Passing a beautifully constructed cemetery, the towering Underworld Grand Theater Tomb comes into view.

From afar, Lu Wenwu already sees the quiet Bai Er Yi Yi and the bustling Black 985.

Those two are still the same as ever.

For two Old Ghosts who have lived for at least several hundred years, a year is incredibly short, just a small segment of their ghostly lives.

But for Lu Wenwu, a year feels quite long.

At least that’s how he thinks about it now.

“Wow, so this is the VIP seating! I haven’t been inside all these years! Brother, you’re awesome! How much would it cost to get this ticket?”

Inside the VIP box of the Underworld Grand Theater Tomb, Black 985 looks around with the amazement of Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden.

“Yes, Xiaowu, this is extravagant; it should have been us treating…”

Bai Er Yi Yi wears a curious and bashful expression, much more reserved than the boisterous black-faced companion beside him.

“We’re all mates here, don’t worry about it. The client gifted it; it was free.” Lu Wenwu waves his hand, hiding his achievements and fame.

He forgot which Ghost King who ate egg pastries gave him this VIP ticket, traded for an egg pastry.

At that moment, he thought about watching it with Black and White Impermanence.

If he were to really sell it, the moment the tickets were sold, the next moment he’d be captured by Ghost An.

These tickets are specially supplied to the major Ghost Kings, not for public circulation.

Soon, the guests are seated.

Under the pale white and ghostly green mixed large lights, accompanied by eerie and tragic Yin music, the Mid-Autumn Festival gala formally begins.

Lu Wenwu, who hadn’t checked the program, found the music familiar but couldn’t immediately remember where he’d heard it before, just nodding along to the rhythm.

Suddenly, the primary melody of erhu and suona dramatically exchanged, instantly bringing the atmosphere inside the tomb to a climax.

Lu Wenwu then abruptly remembered.

Damn, it’s the symphonic version of Moon Reflected in Erquan!

Absolutely brilliant, truly high-class!

After the performance ended.

In the even eerier and terrifying Yin music, several host ghosts successively take the stage, waving to the ghostly audience and shouting in unison:

“Audience friends! Happy festival, everyone!”

A ghost host dressed in black loudly says: “This is the Underworld Broadcasting Television Station, the live broadcast site for the 2025 Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. We are here with all the ghost citizens of the Underworld, all the compatriots from the Underworld, to welcome the arrival of the Yisi Snake Year Mid-Autumn Festival!”

“Awoooooo!”

Ghostly cries echo throughout, all the ghosts outside the box shouting crazily, the site overwhelmed with Yin Wind.

Just as Lu Wenwu thought the Underworld’s Mid-Autumn Festival Gala would start like the Human World’s Spring Festival Gala with long-winded auspicious words, a sharp, piercing female voice suddenly rang out:

“People of the Underworld, young and old! Let’s get everyone hyped!”

Lu Wenwu hadn’t recovered yet and saw the style onstage suddenly shift, with eighty-eight hanging ghosts dramatically bungee jumping from the top center of the stage.

So orderly their jumping was, with each ghost’s neck tied with a He Shen style white ribbon.

Lu Wenwu heard a crisp “bang,” and eighty-eight white ribbons simultaneously tightened.

Accompanying this explosive start, along with even more Underworld music, the male and female split eighty-eight hanging ghosts started… swinging in the air!

Swinging while loudly singing.

It was unclear what devices were mounted on the ceiling, but one by one, like rotating swings, these hanging ghosts divided into two groups, clockwise and counterclockwise, began rotating throughout the venue!

The sound fluctuating between high and low, near and far, up and down.

Lu Wenwu even saw those hanging ghosts smiling brightly, passionately waving at him when they passed his box!

The main attraction is the ultra-real experience!

True 3D surround stereo!

What are “bose,” “Harman Kardon,” “Yamaha”?

Compared to the 360-degree spherical surround stereo here, they’re just trash!