"Hmm... save him?"
Jiang Lin looked at the wish slip in front of him, feeling a little strange.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
Trapped in the same day?
Jiang Lin's eyes darted, and he suddenly thought of something.
He got up and flew out of the Eighteenth Hall, his white robes fluttering.
In the blink of an eye, he had vanished from the hall.
The two guards at the entrance only felt a white shadow flash before their eyes, disappearing before they could get a clear look.
"Is it the captain?"
"It's the captain."
Xu Duo Bao and Niu Xiao Guo confirmed in unison, as if reciting a slogan.
It was clear they were used to it.
...
Jiang Lin emerged from the underworld passage and found himself high in the sky.
The gentle breeze brushed past his ears, and beneath him lay the regions north of the Eastern Continent.
He took out the small slip and held it in his palm, following the direction it indicated as he searched.
Finally, he arrived above a middle school shrouded in a thin mist.
At this moment, an intern ghost messenger had also just arrived.
After discovering the situation within the school, he was in a dilemma.
He wondered whether to first scout the situation inside, or to find other formal ghost messengers, or to report back to the underworld mission center.
Upon seeing Jiang Lin appear, the intern ghost messenger's eyes lit up.
His gaze fell upon the waist token on Jiang Lin's waist, and he instantly recognized the other's identity.
He bowed with clasped hands and said respectfully, "Great Captain."
Although he was not a ghost messenger from the Eighteenth Team, generally speaking, people would simply refer to him as Great Captain.
If two Great Captains were present at the same time, they would be distinguished as 'Captain of the Eighteenth Team.'
"Mm."
Jiang Lin acknowledged him and casually asked, "What's the situation here?"
"This..."
The intern ghost messenger hesitated, "I just arrived as well."
Jiang Lin nodded, glanced around, and then said:
"You go and attend to your duties. Leave this to me."
"Yes!"
The intern ghost messenger clasped his hands, subtly glanced at the Great Captain, and then left.
As someone who had only been interning for a short time before being dispatched on a mission, he was actually a little nervous.
After flying forward a short distance,
He spotted a charming figure in his line of sight, accompanied by a large black cat.
His eyes immediately brightened, and he zipped over.
"Senior Yao Yao!"
Qi Yao Yao and Mao You You turned their heads in unison, "Hm?"
...
In front of Third Middle School.
Jiang Lin extended his senses, surveying the entire middle school.
The ghostly aura was not very strong; it had just begun to form a regional magnetic field.
The nascent form of a ghost domain.
And it was not yet stable.
The wish-maker was inside here...
In Jiang Lin's sight, the barrier before him was only a whisper-thin layer of ghostly energy.
Due to its instability, it flickered intermittently, as if it might disappear at any moment.
"My power is too strong for this barrier. If I enter directly, it might affect the interior."
In a more severe case, it might even collapse because of my entry.
Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and chose the safer approach.
He raised a hand and gently placed it on the barrier.
Then, he separated a strand of mental energy and probed into the unstable gaps of the barrier.
The mental energy that probed in transformed into a phantom of Jiang Lin, surveying the entire school.
He was wearing a white sweater and a chestnut-brown coat, with short hair.
His attire was similar to how he looked when he was vacationing in the human world.
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
The more closely it matched the scene within this regional magnetic field, the less repulsion and other effects would occur.
This slight impact meant little to him, but he was worried that the already unstable regional magnetic field might not withstand it.
Jiang Lin landed on the ground and walked around casually.
The school before him was vast, with complete various buildings and facilities.
The middle school section, the high school section, the dormitory area, the sports field, the cafeteria...
As the school bell rang, students all rushed towards their classrooms.
In a short while, the sports field and the tree-lined paths were all empty.
"The difficulty of Shu Dao is harder than climbing to the sky; the era of Can Cong and Yu Fu, how vast was the founding of the nation..."
Clear recitation of scriptures echoed from the teaching building.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,
The sound of high heels approached gradually.
A nun wearing glasses, a black winter coat, and high heels walked over from the side.
She pushed her glasses up her nose, her face devoid of expression:
"Teacher Jiang, the students in Class Three are waiting for you. Why haven't you gone to class yet?"
Teacher Jiang?
Jiang Lin glanced at her, and a voice surfaced in his mind:
'You are Teacher Jiang from Class Three, Year Three.'
"I'm going now."
Jiang Lin responded and walked towards the middle school teaching building.
The further he went inside, the more he realized that the internal structure of the barrier was surprisingly detailed.
It was much more stable than the outer barrier.
Ghost domains could be broadly divided into two types: active ones, where the ghost's will and power transformed into a ghost domain of a certain scene.
They could be inhabited and used for entertainment.
Everything within the ghost domain changed according to the owner's thoughts.
The other type was passive.
For example, when power was out of control, consciousness was unclear, and only a certain obsession remained.
Ghost domains formed under such circumstances were generally not controlled by the owner.
Instead, they had their own set of operating rules.
Just like the special-grade mission he had undertaken in the Southern Hall back then – the Underachiever Ghost Domain.
However,
The school before him was merely in the initial stages of forming a ghost domain.
It couldn't even be called a true ghost domain.
But a place like a school was the easiest to form 'rules' within.
...
Jiang Lin followed the nun to Class Three, Year Three.
The wish slip in his palm had stopped moving since he entered the school.
"Teacher Jiang, the students are waiting for you inside."
The nun pushed her glasses and turned back to the office.
Jiang Lin walked into the classroom with a calm demeanor, resting his hands naturally on the podium.
He swept his gaze across the entire class and said indifferently:
"Hello, students. I am your Teacher Jiang."
?!!
Seated by the window at the back, Xie Zhengyu looked at Teacher Jiang's face, and his heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if guided by fate.
Most importantly,
This was the first unfamiliar face he had seen in so many cycles of reincarnation!
Did this signify some kind of opportunity?
An opportunity to break the cycle of reincarnation?
At this moment, his deskmate Huang Bu De, suppressing his excitement, whispered:
"Holy crap, this Teacher Jiang looks so much like him!"
Like who?
Xie Zhengyu vaguely realized something, but it was still a step away.
He felt like he was just one step away from the truth.
Just as he was about to ask, he saw that after a moment of silence, many students in the class began to discuss excitedly.
Some even raised their hands to speak.
Jiang Lin looked at one of the students who raised her hand, "What is it?"
The girl quickly stood up. She was wearing a white short down jacket, her hair tied into a neat ponytail, revealing a beautiful, smooth forehead.
Her face, full of collagen, was filled with joy.
Xia Zhi Xing exclaimed, "Teacher, you look so much like the streamer!"
Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow, "What streamer?"
"It's, it's the streamer Jiang from the Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld!"
"Is that so?"
Jiang Lin said with an impassive expression.
"Yes, yes!"
"He really looks like him!"
"Wow, it feels like the streamer has come to teach us!"
"Just now, I almost thought I had died and the streamer was here to pick me up!"
The students in the class echoed excitedly, even whispering amongst themselves.
It felt unreal, like a novel coming to life.
"But the streamer's grades don't seem to be very good. He didn't even pass the last Underachiever Ghost Domain test."
"You're silly. The streamer didn't even try in that exam; he only filled in the multiple-choice questions."
"Exactly! The streamer did it on purpose!"
The live stream had been running for nearly ten years.
And these middle school students were only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Many of them had heard of the Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld.
Some parents were fans of the underworld, and they had grown up listening to the stories from the live stream!
Now, seeing someone who looked so much like their idol, and he was their teacher.
How could they not be excited?
...