"Ding, the 'Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld, I Am Bai Wuchang' you are following has started, come and see~"
The message popped up from the top of the phone as a game just ended.
Over the years, old fans had turned into long-time fans, and they watched the new fans chatter excitedly.
It felt like returning to the past.
Back then, when they first saw the underworld live stream, they thought it was some kind of cosplay.
Some even believed that the car accident death events were staged by the streamer.
Later, they watched the live stream, laughing and crying.
They also saw their own lives after death.
Some cherished life more, while others gradually let go of their fear of death.
Some even wrote a 'diary' every day, just in case they died one day.
— They had to delete all sorts of study materials on their computers, and they definitely had to have their families burn good things down for them.
What about houses, cars, money, beautiful women...
Didn't they see game consoles and manga books now?
"Wuwuwuwuwu—"
A loud cry rang out from the baby crib.
The man who had just clicked into the 'Live Stream: Daily Healing in the Underworld, I Am Bai Wuchang' live stream hurried in and picked up the child to comfort him.
When he looked back at the live stream, a large group of viewers were already there, chatting casually in the bullet comments.
The man looked up, glanced at the crib beside him, and smiled with satisfaction.
The crib was polished very smoothly, with several chubby chibi anime characters carved on the four corners.
Chibi Maruko-chan, Doraemon, Slime...
These were all carved by himself.
The process of carving and polishing gained a lot of traffic and attention on short video apps.
His registered account also had nearly a million followers.
Although his woodworking skills had not yet reached the point of perfection.
But in the words of his ancestors, he had at least learned the basics.
Since receiving the inheritance from his ancestors, his life had undergone a huge change.
It was as if someone had pulled him out of a puddle of mud, washed him clean.
He finally looked like a human.
He used to think that being a salted fish was not bad; lying flat was so good.
But later he realized that those were just excuses to deceive himself.
A salted fish, at least, had dreams.
But he had lived like a puddle of mud, with nothing.
"Thank you, streamer, thank you, ancestors..."
The man, Chu Haoming, touched the child on the crib, his heart filled with emotion.
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted from outside.
Then came the sound of someone shouting with a loudspeaker.
"Friend, try to be optimistic, don't do anything foolish!"
"The child is innocent, he hasn't even had a good look at this world."
"Calm down, calm down! Think about your parents, think about all the beautiful things in this world that you haven't experienced yet..."
Hearing the successive sounds from outside, Chu Haoming had a bad feeling.
As expected, the next moment.
The baby who had just fallen asleep opened its eyes again, and its big eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Wuwuwuwuwu— Wuwuwuwu—"
The loud crying once again filled the entire room.
Chu Haoming felt both heartache and a headache.
The sound of the door opening came from the entrance.
The child's mother, putting down the vegetables in her hands, rushed into the room and took the child.
She gently rocked him while comforting him, "Don't cry, don't cry, Mommy is here, Mommy is here."
As she was comforting the child, another heartbroken cry came from outside.
"I don't want to live anymore, leaving the child here is just suffering, it's better to go with me—"
Suddenly, the infant in her arms cried even louder.
Chu Haoming felt a headache. He heard the sound was not far away.
He quickly ran to the balcony outside and looked out.
Good heavens, someone was threatening to jump from the building outside.
A woman was standing on the rooftop of a building one block away, holding a swaddled infant.
A crowd of onlookers, either there to watch or to persuade, had gathered below.
Someone was holding a loudspeaker, constantly shouting for them to calm down, calm down, don't be impulsive, and so on.
However, it had no effect at all.
The woman cried more and more sadly, feeling that life was not worth it.
Even the infant in her arms was crying along.
After listening for a while, Chu Haoming roughly understood what was going on.
Simply put, the woman's husband was useless, indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring, and even beat her when he was drunk.
Even when she was pregnant, he didn't spare her.
On the day she gave birth, it was the neighbors who found her unable to get up in the stairwell and helped her to the hospital.
"What's the point of living such a life? Leaving the child in this world is just suffering,呜呜呜..."
The woman on the rooftop became more and more agitated, making the crowd below nervous.
Chu Haoming glanced at the group chat on his phone, where everyone was discussing this matter.
He felt a mix of emotions, a sense of unease.
At this moment,
A soft hand reached out and grasped Chu Haoming's large hand.
His wife leaned against him and sighed.
The baby, who had completely woken up, was lying in his wife's arms, looking at him curiously.
"Yiya~"
Listening to the noise outside and looking at the little milk baby in front of him, Chu Haoming suddenly felt an inexplicable urge.
He ran back into the house, found a loudspeaker in the storage room.
He tapped it, and the white loudspeaker emitted a buzzing sound.
"Take the child inside, don't hurt their ears."
After speaking, Chu Haoming walked directly to the balcony and turned the volume to the maximum.
He shouted across to them, "What are you making so much noise for? Doesn't the child need to sleep?"
"I think you're not trying to escape suffering, you're just looking for trouble! In the underworld, jumping off buildings to commit suicide is illegal!"
"After death, not only can you not be reincarnated, but you will also suffer a hundred years of scorching fire."
"Your child finally managed to reincarnate into this world, and before they could even see the world, you're dragging them back to suffer again!"
After speaking, the loudspeaker buzzed again.
From the balcony of the building one block away, the woman who was crying sadly while holding her child looked over blankly.
The crowd gathered below, and the fruit stall uncle holding the loudspeaker to persuade her, also had their mouths slightly open, not quite reacting.
Is this persuasion or scolding?
If it's persuasion, it's too 'fresh and refined'.
On the balcony,
Chu Haoming tapped the buzzing loudspeaker and was about to speak.
"Sweet candied hawthorn, delicious candied hawthorn!"
"Sweet candied hawthorn, delicious candied hawthorn, two yuan a stick, you can't lose by buying, you can't be fooled, adults and children crave it~"
A crisp child's hawking voice rang out.
"..."
This is a suicide attempt, can't you be more serious and consider the emotions of the person involved?
"Ahem!"
Chu Haoming quickly turned off the loudspeaker and turned it on again, then continued to shout:
"There's always a way out of hardship, so what if life is a puddle of mud?
As long as you keep going, even in an abyss, there can be a thousand miles of road."
As he shouted this, he felt a moment of emotion.
He could actually say such elegant words, it must be from watching too many short videos.
He had memorized them.
"If you can't rely on men, then rely on yourself. In this era, even a casual job won't let you starve to death!"
"They all say that a woman becomes strong when she becomes a mother, look at the child in your arms, does he want to die?"
"Doesn't he want to eat delicious food and play with fun things?!"
This world has its bad sides, but it also has its desirable sides.
Look at the ghosts in the underworld, which one doesn't want to come out and frolic for a few more days?
On Ghost Festival, they are as happy as a crazy two-year-old child.
"Suicide leads to a hundred years of suffering in the underworld, while living offers more possibilities!"
"Sweet candied hawthorn, delicious candied hawthorn!"
"Sweet candied hawthorn, delicious candied hawthorn, two yuan a stick, you can't lose by buying, you can't be fooled..."
Damn it! What a broken loudspeaker!
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