"Today's live stream, guiding departed souls."
As Jiang Lin's voice fell, the viewers fell silent.
A wave of sorrow rose in their hearts.
In the past, the streamer would guide souls one by one.
But now it was different. With such a severe earthquake...
What kind of scene would it be?
In the live stream footage—
Jiang Lin was not the only ghost messenger appearing in the disaster area.
Every so often, there would be other ghost messengers in different zones.
Sometimes, ghost messengers from different professions would even pass each other.
Jiang Lin sensed something and flew towards the rubble.
His body passed through layers of massive stones.
Before long, he saw a young boy.
The boy was covered in blood, with fatal injuries to his head and abdomen.
His body was curled up, buried beneath various stones and furniture.
[System prompt: Special scene detected. For viewer convenience. Obstacle transparency function activated. Current transparency: 50%]
Thus, the viewers, who had only seen a dark screen and the sound of wind just moments ago, saw the screen before them light up.
The surroundings were filled with collapsed walls, tiles...
And half of a white sink, with water flowing out from somewhere, gushing within it.
Amidst these debris, a boy lay curled up motionlessly.
He seemed to have already breathed his last.
Strangely...
Was the lower half of the boy's body mosaicked?
The viewers were stunned.
"Could this be a bathroom?"
"(Clasped hands jpg.) Thank you, mosaic, for giving humanity the last shred of dignity."
"Although, but... so unlucky."
Dying suddenly was already unlucky enough, but to do so in such a manner.
Some viewers couldn't help but mourn for the person.
"Thanks for the mosaic."
...
Jiang Lin looked at the boy before him, and the thin, almost transparent black mist on his body.
This was the boy's soul.
For some reason, after dying, the soul hadn't drifted away but had clung tightly to the corpse.
"Fang Ke."
Jiang Lin called out the name, "You are dead. It's time to go."
Fang Ke quickly glanced at Jiang Lin, following the sound.
Then he withdrew his gaze and shook his head vigorously, "I'm not going!"
Jiang Lin: "You are dead."
He stepped forward, preparing to pull the boy's soul from the corpse.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled out the upper body,
Fang Ke struggled and shouted, "Ahhh—Streamer, let me go, I'm not going!"
"I don't want to come out! I don't want to come out!"
His hands flailed wildly, his resistance extremely strong.
It faintly drew in the Yin energy.
Jiang Lin said strangely, "Since you know who I am, you must also know that souls cannot remain in the human world."
As he spoke, he had already casually lifted the soul.
"Ahhh—"
Fang Ke closed his eyes tightly, covering his bare lower half with his hands, and screamed.
"I wasn't wearing pants ahhhhh!!!"
From the time the earthquake struck until now, he had been dead for quite a while.
When he first died, he had indeed drifted out.
But soon, he remembered what he was doing before he died.
He looked down and found he wasn't wearing pants.
It felt cool below.
He also recalled the despair of squatting, wanting to defecate, and wanting to escape at the same time.
Now, being pulled out by the streamer, he felt like dying.
"Wuwuwuwu... I told you not to come out..."
"..."
Jiang Lin was silent for a moment.
He released a wisp of ghost energy that flew over and transformed into pants.
He said lightly, "There. Now you have pants."
Fang Ke's expression remained sorrowful, "Wuwuwu... But streamer, you saw... wuwuwu... I'm also humiliated..."
Others became famous after death, but he had to be humiliated again after death.
It was like being whipped after death, wuwuwu...
Jiang Lin: "...You're already dead, what are you worried about being humiliated for? Any worldly gossip has nothing to do with you."
"You don't have that many viewers anyway."
Speaking of which, Jiang Lin suddenly remembered the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream.
He added, "The live stream also has a mosaic."
...
"That's right, there's a mosaic. We didn't see anything."
"Although I guessed it, but... cough cough!"
"What blinded my eyes? Oh, it's the mosaic."
In the live stream, the viewers found it somewhat amusing and frustrating.
To say humiliated, it was a bit.
But such things were beyond human control.
No one knew when accidents would happen.
Moreover, as the streamer said.
—You don't have that many viewers.
People live for themselves. As long as you don't feel awkward, it's others who feel awkward.
Well, it's the same even after death.
"Fang Ke... does anyone know him?"
"Don't worry, I'll compile what they say later and post it online for everyone to find."
"Thanks to the big shot upstairs, you've gone to the trouble."
...
"Wuwuwu..."
Fang Ke was still upset, "But everyone knows I died without wiping my butt..."
Jiang Lin: "..."
If you hadn't said it, no one would have known, right?
Fang Ke: "And streamer, you saw, there was no mosaic wuwuwu..."
Jiang Lin: "...I didn't see."
"You saw it. Streamer, you don't even need to look, just a glance and you know everything!"
"..."
Jiang Lin actually didn't see.
Mainly, his current eyes, when seeing souls, only saw a wisp of black mist.
Moreover, in all these years of guiding souls, what hadn't he seen?
There was nothing to be ridiculed about this.
"Do you have anything else you want to say to anyone?" Jiang Lin asked directly.
If the other party said no, he would directly put them into the soul storage bag.
After speaking, the boy before him was silent for a moment.
He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, in the prime of his youth.
Did he have anything else to say?
Fang Ke thought back to when he was twelve years old, when his parents passed away, leaving him alone.
At that time, he felt like the sky had fallen.
He wanted to follow them.
But a child from his relatives stopped him, saying:
'You absolutely cannot be gone, otherwise who will burn paper money for your parents? Without money in the underworld, you can't even eat or stay warm!'
It was then that the young Fang Ke heard about the 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream for the first time, learned about the streamer, and the life in the underworld.
Although he hadn't seen his parents being guided away with his own eyes, nor had he been able to speak with them.
But after checking various information and verifying the credibility of the live stream,
Fang Ke suddenly found some comfort.
He had the will to live.
The underworld...
If the underworld truly existed, then his parents were just temporarily living in another place, right?
Or perhaps, they had gone to reincarnate?
They hadn't vanished from the world. Maybe they would secretly send dreams to see him.
They were still here.
...
It could be said that Fang Ke grew up watching the 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream.
The live stream had been broadcasting for eight or nine years, and he had been watching for six or seven years.
To him, the streamer was not just a ghost messenger, but more like a trustworthy messenger, an elder.
Connecting the human world and the underworld, able to go to the place his parents had gone.
But it was precisely because of this that he felt even more embarrassed.
Fang Ke hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
"The people I wanted to speak to have already arrived in the underworld a few years before me."
"There's nothing to say... Wait."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused.
He looked around, wiped his face, his expression somewhat constipated.
"Viewers, I beg you... don't put me on the trending search."
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