"Master, where are you going?"
Recently, the eighteenth team was scheduled for a three-day holiday.
They could visit relatives, travel far, get married, or go out for fun.
Jiang Lin had even temporarily shut down the daily mandatory arena training, letting them rest well.
Over a hundred team members were overjoyed upon hearing this.
Cheers could be heard from the eighteenth hall from afar.
Finally, they could have a holiday!
Go on dates!
Have fun!
Although they were quite free when not busy,
How could it compare to a full day off?
They could lie around all day, or binge-watch shows all day.
Without any worry about when work might suddenly appear, or when a lost soul might sneak away.
As everyone cheered, a voice rang out:
"Captain, I think the arena... mmmph!"
Nie Jiu was about to say something.
The moment he opened his mouth, a quick-handed teammate beside him grabbed him and covered his mouth.
"Mmmph?" Nie Jiu.
The junior, Qin Mu, was confused and wanted to help, "What are you guys doing? Let go of Senior Nie Jiu!"
The teammates beside him wore the expressions of those who had been through it all, "You're still too young."
You have no idea what your senior wanted to say.
They didn't need overtime!
They didn't need arena training!
They just wanted a holiday now!
They just wanted to go out and have fun!
Qin Mu: [・_・?]
He looked at the teammates, then at the equally bewildered Senior Nie Jiu, a "?" slowly appearing above his head.
What's going on?
He, he's lived for two hundred years, is he still young?
Because Qin Mu's Thousand-Thread technique was very useful, not only facilitating team formation but also helping Nie Jiu navigate.
Coupled with his admiration for Nie Jiu's strength...
Therefore,
Even though Qin Mu could now complete tasks independently and no longer needed a senior to guide him, he still participated in work with Nie Jiu as a team.
Jiang Lin had no objections to this.
With the Thousand-Thread technique, Nie Jiu's work efficiency had also improved significantly.
It was good.
Speaking of which, it was worth mentioning Qiao Linglong, who had already started working independently.
Her small frame, with slightly curly short hair, and her unignorable immense explosive power.
It was likely that her daily practice had become a physical instinct, augmented by her ghost energy.
This allowed Qiao Linglong to accurately deliver a 'fatal blow' even with her eyes closed out of fear.
She hit the mark every time.
Several times, the lost souls she brought back were unconscious.
Although no one explicitly said she was the one who knocked them out, everyone knew what had happened.
Once, Jiang Lin heard Hong Ya cheerfully ask Qiao Linglong if she wanted to go to the Ghost Market to bolster her courage.
There were many ghosts there who hadn't committed major offenses, were bored all day, and were plotting how to scare people during the Ghost Festival.
They had even established a research department for this purpose.
Qiao Linglong, with her innocent big eyes, nodded with a mix of anticipation and slight fear.
"Okay!"
Then, Jiang Lin was notified.
—Team member Qiao Linglong of the eighteenth team caused trouble in the Ghost Market, knocking out residents along an entire street.
"..."
"Even as a ghost messenger, even if you want to beat up ghosts... you should still have some restraint, and be more discreet, shouldn't you?"
The ghost messenger who notified Jiang Lin advised, "Who does things so openly?"
"Did you not have enough fun during the Ghost Festival?"
"..."
In response, Jiang Lin could only remain silent.
...
After all the members of the eighteenth team had left, Jiang Lin also tidied up and prepared to go out.
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The Seven-Colored Egg, with its sharp eyes, followed closely.
A robotic sphere was behind it.
Jiang Lin glanced at them and said faintly, "Don't you have school?"
The last time he took them to the Mirage to broaden their horizons, he had taken leave from school.
But this time, he hadn't.
Seven-Colored Egg: "It's the weekend, it's the weekend, Master, these two days are the weekend!"
"Is that so?"
Jiang Lin hadn't really paid much attention to this.
After all, in his daily work routine, it didn't matter whether it was the weekend or not.
"Yes, yes, ask the robotic sphere if you don't believe me."
The Seven-Colored Egg said, nudging the robotic sphere beside it.
The robotic sphere looked left and right, not knowing what they were talking about.
It just nodded.
"Then follow me."
Seeing this, Jiang Lin didn't say much more and walked directly out of the hall.
When he had previously advanced to the late stage of the Ghost King realm, he had recalled the memories of his past life as 'Jiang Lin'.
In his memories,
Before 'Jiang Lin' ascended, he had left behind a small world in the mortal realm.
Taking advantage of this holiday, he planned to go and see it.
...