In the cultivation room of the eighteenth hall.
After the seven-colored egg and the machine ball left, only Jiang Lin remained.
While paying attention to the changes in the small white tank, he was also contemplating another matter.
Now that the cultivation method for his natal paper was basically understood, what he needed to consider next was…
"Do I have to act like the Drama Department?"
Jiang Lin muttered to himself, considering the possibility of this path.
As soon as he thought about it, scenes that could be referenced subconsciously appeared in his mind.
Zhong Pianpian of the Drama Department, wearing black stockings, guiding souls; two ghost messengers acting as Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian; and the Emperor played by the head of the Drama Department…
Jiang Lin shook his head, deciding to first think if there were other methods.
"The cultivation of natal paper is related to the wearer's [heart], so there should be many other methods."
"The change in the natal paper yesterday was because of the special mission? No, not necessarily."
Jiang Lin analyzed, took out his natal paper, and looked at it.
Perhaps, it wasn't because of a specific mission.
But rather, his various emotions and cognitive changes accumulated to a certain extent, causing a qualitative change in the natal paper?
"It seems I can try the path of missions…"
By taking on missions, he could interact with different people and things.
Although it might not be as fast as the Drama Department, Jiang Lin felt there was no need to rush.
After all, he didn't have a senior class to graduate from, and if he couldn't graduate, he'd have to keep working to pay tuition.
As long as he had free time, he could take on some missions.
With this thought, Jiang Lin glanced at the still-working small white tank, placed a paper effigy beside it to continue guarding, and then turned to the Underworld Mission Center to see if there were any suitable missions.
…
Unlike the competition in the Southern Hall, the mechanization of the Western Hall, and the retirement atmosphere of the Northern Hall.
The style of the Eastern Hall had always been ordinary bureaucratic work.
With a fixed salary and normal holidays.
And overtime pay for overtime work.
When Jiang Lin arrived at the Mission Center, ghost messengers were already gathered in twos and threes in front of the mission board.
They were either discussing the missions above or chatting.
"Last time I took on a mission, I ran into an ambush by a great ghost general, it was so dangerous."
"You're lucky, I fell directly into a ghost's nest last time. Good heavens, it almost scared me into trypophobia."
"It's not easy being a ghost messenger these days."
As three ghost messengers were lamenting, the tall ghost messenger in the middle suddenly glanced over and quickly nudged his companion with his elbow.
His two companions followed his gaze and saw Jiang Lin.
Their voices immediately lowered, "Isn't that Jiang Wuchang?"
"It must be."
"I can't even see through his realm anymore, though we were all similar before qaq."
"Shush, don't gossip. He can hear you."
…
In fact, Jiang Lin didn't listen to what the ghost messengers were talking about at all.
He stood in front of the mission board, his eyes scanning each one seriously.
This was his first time at the Mission Center since returning from his trip to the Three Halls.
Upon arrival, he noticed a difference.
Besides the ordinary and common missions, Jiang Lin also saw another mission board.
The missions on it were ones he had never encountered before.
For example, [Chase down escaped ghosts] [Infiltrate ghost cities]—such as Qingyang City, built by Su Luo.
For example, [Find humans who haven't drunk Meng Po's soup]—this looked related to Meng Po of the Bridge of Helplessness, and perhaps she issued this mission.
[Find high-grade medicinal herbs]—Dan Ming Zi, Hai Di Yue, An You Cao…
[Chase down Devourers]—
"Hmm?"
Seeing the last one, Jiang Lin's gaze paused.
Devourers?
This was the first time he had seen this name.
Looking at the mission explanation below, it was also different from what he had encountered before.
—It was a creature that hid in the human world.
But what caught Jiang Lin's attention was the note below the mission:
[Note: Recommended for Ghost Messengers of First Class and above, or those in the Underworld Envoy realm and above.]
"The requirements are quite high, is it that dangerous?"
Jiang Lin wondered, what kind of creature was this that posed such a high level of danger?
He continued to read further down but did not see any similar missions.
It seemed that the frequency of such dangerous creatures appearing was not high.
Since the mission had such a note, Jiang Lin did not take the risk.
When his strength improved, he would naturally be able to do it, and naturally know what kind of creature it was.
He shifted his gaze to other mission boards and continued to select suitable missions.
The natal paper required the wearer's emotional fluctuations, cognitive changes, etc.
It wasn't about casually taking on a few missions to get by.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of time and energy for no reason.
Afterward,
Jiang Lin circled the Mission Center again but found no suitable missions.
So, he left a paper effigy there to synchronize his vision, and when a suitable one was found, he would come back to accept the mission.
After he left, other ghost messengers in the Mission Center kept looking back.
"Is that the paper effigy from the Northern Hall?"
"Why put it here, aren't you afraid of losing it?"
"It should be able to synchronize vision, right? It seems quite convenient."
…
…
Three days later, the first batch of paper from the small white tank was produced.
The effect was similar to the one bought from the Northern Hall.
As Jiang Lin put new paper in, he examined the small white tank.
He really couldn't figure out how it worked.
He hadn't learned it.
Otherwise… he would have modified the small white tank to be larger, increasing the paper production efficiency.
However, having it was better than not having it.
In the following time, Jiang Lin researched the art of paper effigies when he had nothing else to do, sometimes blowing up the furnace.
When he had time, he would go to the arena to watch the team members' daily practice.
After becoming familiar with the arena brought back from other underworlds, many team members gradually discovered its various benefits.
They would come to practice voluntarily every day without Jiang Lin needing to supervise them.
As for what they should practice, Jiang Lin had not made any strict requirements.
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin had not seen any suitable missions from the Mission Center.
"Could I be overthinking it?"
As Jiang Lin watered the branches in the courtyard of the eighteenth hall, he suddenly began to reflect.
Things like cognition and emotions are inherently driven by the heart.
They are not something predetermined.
Some people and things, you only know them after you come into contact with them.
Just like Tan Xiaodong, after meeting him, Jiang Lin knew what kind of personality and person he was.
And before meeting him,
In his impression, the other party was just a mental patient on the soul reception roster.
With this thought, Jiang Lin looked at the missions in the Underworld Mission Center again, and everything seemed pleasing to his eyes.
This one was suitable, that one was also suitable…
There were quite a few missions he could take.
Just as Jiang Lin was about to accept another mission, the heavy soul reception book suddenly flew out.
The pages flipped, making a rustling sound.
When it stopped, a new special mission appeared on the open page.
After reading the information about the special mission, Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow.
"Mirage?"
He seemed to have heard of this place somewhere.