However, regardless of how the viewers changed, the number of people watching the 'Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld, I Am Bai Wuchang' stream remained as crowded as ever.
In some homes, even three generations were watching the stream together.
"Good afternoon, streamer~ My wife gave birth a couple of days ago, it's a big healthy baby boy."
"Congratulations, congratulations! I also just got converted from intern to full-time today, hehe..."
"What are you doing today, streamer?"
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Over the years,
Jiang Lin had been completing his daily drifting bottle missions almost without interruption.
He had accumulated a considerable amount of gray energy.
This would allow him to exchange blows a few more times when sparring with Nan Ming.
However, Jiang Lin could feel that the other party was not yet using their full strength.
What are you doing today?
Jiang Lin looked at the scrolling comments in the live stream,
remembering the drifting bottle mission he had just accepted, he said faintly:
"Today, I will guide souls."
The wish-maker this time only wanted to depart peacefully.
The camera followed Jiang Lin's figure,
soon passing through the bustling streets and arriving at the urban village.
Although the urban village seemed close to the prosperous city center, the development situations of the two were worlds apart.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a backward small town.
But relatively speaking, rent and commodity prices were also much cheaper.
Jiang Lin flew over the tops of rows of old houses, and finally, guided by the wish note,
he landed on the top floor of one of the buildings – the seventh floor.
Passing through the concrete wall, he entered the old house.
The interior space was not large,
the bedroom and living room were connected.
It was equipped with a small kitchen and a toilet.
Other than that, the things in this room were also very simple.
Almost all of them were old items.
"Woof! Woof~"
At this moment,
there was movement from the kitchen.
An elder with white hair, appearing to be around sixty or seventy years old, holding a cup of hot water, slowly walked out from inside.
A yellow mongrel dog, wagging its tail, also followed behind, walking out step by step.
It would look up at the old man every few steps.
Every few steps, it would look at him again.
The elder came to the bedside and sat down, placing the cup of water on the table beside him.
He took a breath.
Looking at the mongrel dog standing by the bed, wagging its tail and panting, as if chatting with someone, he said:
"Dah Huang, how long have you been with me?"
Dah Huang wagged its tail, with a simple and honest look on its face.
"Haha..." The elder chuckled, "So many years..."
He leaned against the wall by the head of the bed, his cloudy eyes looking at the ceiling.
His tone was filled with emotion.
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"Is the old man leaving?"
"Is it possible that Dah Huang is leaving? The streamer didn't say whether they were picking up people or animals."
"...Dog meat?"
"You guys upstairs are devils! (Repel! Repel! Repel!.jpg)"
In the live stream,
the viewers were guessing uncertainly.
Having watched the live stream for so many years,
some had accepted life and death with equanimity, accumulating a pile of farewell letters.
Others cherished their lives even more,
striving to learn a skill so they could make a living even in the underworld.
Becoming a technically gifted ghost.
"Does anyone recognize this old gentleman? What if the old gentleman doesn't wake up..."
"His family situation doesn't look good. His children are probably working outside."
"The old man must be at least nearly seventy. Someone must be living nearby, otherwise, how could they be at ease?"
...
Above the small house,
Jiang Lin also saw the comments.
In fact, after accepting the drifting bottle mission,
he had gone to hand over with other captains and assigned him all the soul-guiding tasks in this area.
Just now, he had checked the Soul Guiding Register.
This elder was actually only 55 years old this year.
He was still a few years away from the general retirement age.
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"Cough cough... cough cough!!"
The elder sitting on the bed suddenly started coughing.
He coughed violently, his whole body hunched over.
After a while, the coughing gradually subsided.
As he leaned back against the wall, his body felt as if it had been drained of energy.
Dah Huang looked at him from the side, tilting its head, seemingly worried about him.
"Dah Huang..."
The elder raised his hand and stroked Dah Huang's head.
The latter cooperatively leaned in, stretching its neck.
"I've left the door open for you... If you can't find food and want to leave, you can leave anytime..."
Zhang Buzhao spoke with great difficulty.
He felt that he was dying.
In his life,
the first half was spent working hard, getting married, and having children.
The second half, however, he was forced to wander from place to place, working to pay off debts.
He couldn't even afford to eat.
After finally paying off the debts, there was nothing left.
His two children had long since fled due to the debt,
and they no longer kept in touch.
Now, at the end, he felt light.
The only thing he was reluctant to part with was this mongrel dog.
Perhaps, it was fate from a past life.
Two years ago, he couldn't find any work and was picking up bottles and cardboard on the street.
As he walked, a small mongrel dog unknowingly followed him.
When he walked, the small dog walked.
When he stopped, the small dog would sit by the side and wait.
It didn't bark randomly, and sometimes it even helped him carry bottles back.
It was truly well-behaved.
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"Dah Huang, I'm leaving now."
Zhang Buzhao leaned his head against the wall, his eyes half-closed, murmuring.
"I'll go down first... you take your time."
Carrying a heavy burden for most of his life...
Now, all he wanted was a good sleep.
No worries about food and shelter, no worries about more debts to repay...
No more wandering.
"Woof?"
Dah Huang looked at the elder blankly, raised its head, and nudged his hand dangling by the bed.
As if asking,
Why aren't you moving anymore?
Why aren't you stroking my head anymore?
Are you asleep?
Dah Huang circled the bed.
Then it lay down by the bed, closed its eyes,
and fell asleep.
A moment later, Zhang Buzhao's soul slowly emerged from his body.
He first saw Dah Huang on the ground, and then noticed Jiang Lin in the air.
"Lord Wuchang, are you here to pick me up?"
Jiang Lin said faintly, "Yes."
"Thank you, sir."
Zhang Buzhao bowed to Jiang Lin, then said to Dah Huang below:
"Dah Huang, take care of yourself."
"If you're hungry, go out and find something to eat. It's best to find a good home for yourself... have a good meal..."
He habitually muttered a couple of sentences,
then, as if remembering something, he sighed.
He voluntarily floated into the underworld channel that Jiang Lin had opened.
Jiang Lin also entered the underworld channel shortly after.
He escorted the elder all the way to the Yellow Springs Road.
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"Why is this so sad... QAQ"
"Where are his children???"
"Will the dog wait there for him to wake up?"
In the live stream, the viewers who had been joking around moments ago suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.
And at this moment, some viewers, from who knows where, had obtained some information.
They stated the elder's general situation in the comments.
His two children had run away due to a huge debt.
Only the old man continued to work to pay off the debt.
Hearing this, the viewers in the live stream were stunned, and a surge of anger rose in their hearts.
"These children... it would have been better not to have them."
"Are they born to collect debts (•́へ•́╬)"
"So angry! Raising children for old age, raising children for old age... If they knew it would be like this, it would have been better not to raise them and just keep the money for themselves to eat and drink!"
Some were angry,
while others tried to analyze the reasons.
"Perhaps something happened in their family?"
"There are quite a few news reports like this nowadays. Only the family members know their own affairs. e=(´o｀*)))sigh."
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