"Help! Has the East Palace started getting so competitive too?!"
"Didn't you know the streamer has always been competitive? My grandma warned me about this."
"The West Palace is for the working spirit, the East Palace requires outstanding ability. The South Palace is for demolition, and the North Palace is for retirement."
"Is there a possibility... that this policy applies to all four palaces?"
After Jiang Lin's explanation,
The live stream's comment section exploded.
What primarily blew up was the viewers' mindset.
They had originally thought that after death, they could go to the underworld and enjoy life.
But they never expected this.
The underworld had also started implementing a talent selection mechanism.
Without any skills, one couldn't even afford to live there.
The lazy viewers felt their plans shatter with a 'snap'.
"What about those with obsessions, or those who can't reincarnate for some reason? Can they not live in the Ghost Market?"
"Those... probably have to work to pay rent, right?"
"Very likely."
"Wuwuwu... My beautiful underworld life, gone with a 'snap'. QAQ"
To live in the underworld and meet the real streamer.
Without some ability, it was impossible!
"I think... I'll just go reincarnate directly from now on."
"Hahaha, I chose computer science, streamer, wait for me!"
...
Compared to the mixed feelings of joy and worry from the viewers in the human world,
The ghost friends in the underworld were generally laughing heartily.
As the first wave of viewers in the 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream, they had guessed the thoughts of the human world viewers perfectly.
Even without seeing the human world's comments, they could roughly guess their reactions after hearing the streamer's explanation.
As new fans, they were still too naive.
"So, juniors, you need to work harder. Don't always think about lying flat, hahaha..."
"Before, we were afraid of not being worthy of meeting our ancestors after death. Now you guys... tsk tsk, you might not even get a chance to meet your ancestors."
"Life in the underworld is really too good now! (#^.^#)"
"Go, go, newcomers!"
The comments from both the yin and yang realms,
Flashed by.
They couldn't see each other, yet they shared a peculiar understanding.
...
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Promoting Underworld Culture - New Policy. Points +1000."
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Live streaming for two hours. Points +1000."
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1000 points of Faith! Rewards have been issued!"
...
Jiang Lin's live stream ended around ten o'clock at night in the human world.
Streaming for one hour a day was the correct way to approach the system's daily tasks.
Moreover,
It was also necessary to leave some time for the human world viewers to react and adapt.
After the live stream screen turned black,
The ghost friends in the underworld were free to do as they pleased.
Some switched to other live streams, some played games with friends.
Others stretched and continued their unfinished work.
However, the human world viewers had a strong reaction.
The usually lazy viewers became uncharacteristically conflicted.
Some stared at their phones, lost in thought.
Until the phone screen completely went black.
Others lay in bed, replaying the streamer's explanation.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Should they work hard?
Should they shed their lazy ways?
But how to do it? What if they exhausted themselves?
If they remained lazy, their beautiful underworld life would be gone.
Go reincarnate directly?
Easier said than done. After watching the underworld live stream, they felt a sense of unwillingness.
Moreover, there should be quite a few ghost friends in the Ghost Market now, right?
...
The long night stretched on,
And many people suffered from insomnia.
Even though the streamer thoughtfully ended the broadcast early,
Many people still got up in the middle of the night,
Driving towards the location of the World Tree in the human world.
Seven days,
Seven days constituted a period.
Their families might still receive news!
That night,
Red silk ribbons were tied to the World Trees in the four directions of the human world.
Seen from afar, they looked like clusters of red flowers.
When dawn broke,
More and more people gathered around the World Trees.
Some who lived farther away also arrived later.
Under the order maintained by the local police,
Humans, one by one, lined up and slowly approached the World Trees.
They extended their hands,
Gently placing them on the trunks of the World Trees.
The information that appeared on the trunks was only visible to the sender.
They looked like believers, praying devoutly under the trees.
The messages they sent varied.
'Grandma, we all miss you very much.
Be well down there. Tell us if you need anything.'
'An Qin Yao, how did you die? What exactly happened that day?
Tell me, tell me!'
'Old man... you were two years younger than me, who would have thought you'd leave before me?
You even said you couldn't bear to leave before me...
You have to queue on the Yellow Springs road, right? You old fellow, remember to wait for me.'
...
The World Trees were gradually adorned with red silk ribbons.
After a day of fermentation,
As the first red flower bloomed,
More and more red flowers quickly bloomed where the red silk ribbons had been, filling the World Trees.
A faint fragrance then permeated the air.
Like signals,
Continuously informing the senders,
—What you wanted to say has been conveyed.
People from all over felt a sense of connection and looked towards the location of the World Trees.
There, flowers bloomed.
There,
Was the place where their thoughts were entrusted.
In the underworld,
The souls lined up on the Yellow Springs roads in the four directions suddenly felt a jolt.
They looked back at the Yellow Springs road behind them.
The Yellow Springs road was so long, they couldn't even see where it began.
But they could see very far away, high up, a touch of vibrant red.
A pleasant floral scent lingered in their nostrils.
Carrying a comforting aroma.
On the Naihe Bridge ahead,
Meng Po's gentle voice could be heard:
"Souls, proceed with peace."
As if sighing, as if comforting.
Gently brushing past the souls' hearts.
...
Souls, proceed with peace.
This life has ended.
See you in the next life.
...