Because the recent bottle wishes were too simple.
After completing the tasks, there was still a lot of free time.
Jiang Lin went to the task center to pick up some small tasks.
Major tasks,
The task center doesn't have them every day. And these kinds of tasks usually take several days to complete.
He still needed to collect divine power, so it wasn't suitable.
Doing small tasks, which could be completed in a short time, allowed him to stream and complete daily system tasks.
Besides, every little bit counts.
Quantity leads to quality.
The task progress for an excellent first-class ghost messenger was only 4% away. A good image wasn't built overnight.
So,
After accepting the task, Jiang Lin hurriedly left the underworld again.
Not far behind him,
A figure, without being discovered by any ghosts around, swiftly followed.
At the same time, in the King of Hell's Palace.
Nan Ming was simultaneously receiving tracking footage from multiple sources.
He couldn't help but say to Yan Luo, "The propagators from your Eastern Hall are quite active and enthusiastic...
It's just that their hobbies are a bit strange."
After saving the teachers and students of the school, he helped them find a place in the underworld.
Helping the little girl buy a bow.
Escorting the female employee who was working overtime late at night.
These were all understandable.
But what was the deal with helping a dog find its poop?
Was it precisely because of this that he was chosen as the propagator for this term?
Yan Luo put aside the documents she had just processed.
She lazily lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.
Is this guy still after that power?
He's really persistent in this regard.
"Your Southern Hall's ghost messengers have plenty of peculiar habits too. You should pay more attention to your own members."
"Hmm?" Nan Ming let out a nasal sound.
He didn't understand what she was referring to.
Yan Luo casually picked up a document from her right side and threw it over.
She originally intended to hit him in the face.
This guy, she was busy processing documents all day, and he was leisurely polishing his shoulders there.
It was as if he was saying, 'I'm so idle, I'm so idle, but I won't interfere (help you) with Eastern Hall affairs.'
But seeing the flying document, Nan Ming easily caught it.
He casually flipped through it.
The document contained recent noteworthy events in the underworld.
In a way, it was similar to gossip news.
And the ghost messengers from the Southern Hall who came to 'exchange' were naturally among the noteworthy objects.
As the arena matches unfolded, novels and comics about Nan Ming participating in the arena defense became increasingly popular in the ghost market.
Although the authors' arms were replaced several times from exhaustion, they also gained a lot of money.
They could finally enjoy the underworld life.
And just yesterday.
It was the day Shu Mo Zhai and Hua Xia Tian Xia paid royalties.
They received a group of uninvited guests.
Zhong Kui went to collect money from those authors.
What money?
Copyright fees!
The reason was also very strong: the defender was the King of Hell from their Southern Hall. Every word and deed was related to the King of Hell.
How could there be no copyright fees?
Moreover, the King of Hell's status was undeniable.
They should at least charge double the copyright fee!
After Zhong Kui left with the ghost messengers from the Southern Hall and several large bags of money, contentedly.
The authors of Hua Xia Tian Xia and Shu Mo Zhai collapsed on their desks and the floor.
Their faces instantly became gaunt.
As if their bodies had been hollowed out.
...
"Quite good."
Nan Ming nodded when he saw this, "I admire Zhong Kui."
A master of settling accounts.
He's a genius.
Money isn't everything, but a leisurely life always requires money.
Yan Luo's mouth twitched. She wanted him to read it, not to praise the ghost!
"Keep reading!"
Nan Ming obediently continued to read.
— Zhong Kui and the ghost messengers sold various goods in the ghost market.
— Zhong Kui set up betting games below the arena.
— Ghost messengers from the Southern Hall robbed people while catching ghosts in the human world. They only brought back money after emptying their pockets.
Those without money had to write IOUs.
— Ghost messengers from the Southern Hall opened crash courses in the ghost market...
Nan Ming flipped further. The matters concerning the Southern Hall almost filled two pages.
"Are there any problems?"
Aren't they working hard to earn money to live?
Robbing ghosts in the human world...
Those ghosts don't belong to the underworld, nor do they follow Yin world laws.
Would they be willing to give money if not for their weaker fists?
Are there any problems?
Nan Ming placed the document on the table, "Are the ghost messengers from your Eastern Hall so idle?"
Yan Luo's mouth twitched, she calmed down, twitched again, and then calmed down.
Finally, she couldn't help but slam the table with a 'bang' and stand up.
"Look at your Southern Hall! You've corrupted the style of the Eastern Hall!"
"You don't even manage them!
And you ask me if there are any problems!?
You, the hands-off manager, are the biggest problem, okay?
No matter how idle our Eastern Hall is, we're not as idle as you are!
You're here eating and drinking for free every day, and you haven't even lent a hand!"
Yan Luo spoke a string of words in one breath.
She vented all the emotions of the past few days.
She was already annoyed by the constant affairs every day.
And then there was a ghost who was so bored it was burning!
Any ghost with a temper would be annoyed, right?!
After a round of scolding, the hall fell silent.
Nan Ming unhurriedly dug his ears, "What's so good about those documents? It's fine not to read them."
"Didn't the forbidden technique matter get resolved quickly before?
Why are you looking for so much trouble for yourself?
Like me, improving my cultivation and solving it with a single punch, isn't that more convenient?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
Yan Luo's recently calmed anger immediately flared up.
Yes, you're the only one who's capable.
You're the only one with the big fist!
Calm down, calm down, I can't beat you, I can't beat you...
This thick-skinned person, I can't beat him...
But I'm so angry!
So what if I can't beat him!
"Get—out—!"
A roar echoed through the King of Hell's Palace.
Afterward, the guarding ghosts saw the noble and imposing Southern King of Hell being kicked out.
Books and documents were scattered all over the floor at his feet.
"..."
The guarding ghosts immediately focused on their own affairs.
Pretended not to see, not to hear.
"The little one's temper is still so volatile,"
Nan Ming muttered, sensing something.
There seemed to be a strong ghost near his clone.
He might as well go have a fight.
It could also be considered helping her train the ghosts in her territory.
This time, she wouldn't say he was freeloading, right?
Nan Ming confirmed the location and disappeared from the entrance of the King of Hell's Palace.
Besides, what's wrong with freeloading?
He relied on his strength too!
...
"Ahhh—Ah-choo!"
In the ghost market.
A ghost messenger from the Southern Hall, who was instigating ghosts to sign up for the crash course, sneezed.
Strange, I don't have a cold?
Could it be that I've been earning too much money recently and developed an allergy?
Heh heh heh...
The Southern Hall ghost messenger touched his nose, thinking happily.
Then he continued to promote their Southern Hall's crash course.
"No more eighteen thousand eight hundred! Sign up now for only 9999!"
"Opportunity knocks but once!
Do you see that arena? Almost all of your Eastern Hall's captains have been on it!"
As he was speaking, a female ghost walked past.
The ghost soldier released by that ghost messenger immediately stepped forward and exclaimed:
"Friend! You have the makings of a captain!"
"Ah? Me?" Bai Shuangshuang was stunned.
"Yes! It's you!"
...