Jiang Lin's impression of special missions was still stuck in the "Scum Student Ghost Realm."
He had initially thought all special missions were that difficult, but upon seeing them today, he realized special missions came in all sorts of varieties.
Take the two missions he had received this time, for example.
One was a one-time mission, and the other was a long-term mission.
The former was to guide the soul of a reincarnated deity, while the latter was to periodically investigate the condition of a reincarnated deity and record it.
If any anomalies occurred, he was to report them immediately and control the situation as much as possible.
After reviewing the mission details, Jiang Lin checked the time and decided to guide the soul first.
Behind him, the live stream orb spontaneously followed.
Jiang Lin pondered for a moment and then opened the live stream.
Just guiding a soul should be fine.
If there was anything that couldn't be broadcast, the live stream orb would automatically avoid it.
Besides, King Yama definitely knew his identity.
The Eastern Hall had never mentioned this matter in front of him, and now that he thought about it, it was likely due to King Yama's intervention.
If live streaming were not allowed, King Yama would have mentioned it when assigning him the special mission.
But King Yama had said nothing, not even mentioning the live stream.
He had given Jiang Lin ample space and freedom.
...
Less than two minutes after the live stream opened, a large number of viewers flooded in and started posting.
"Host, good afternoon!"
"Finally seeing the host again~ It was worth waiting in the live stream for so long (dog head)"
"Huh? Is that... the human world around the host? Host, are you back in the human world? No, host, what are you doing in the human world?"
"What are we streaming today? (Let me guess.jpg)"
...
As Jiang Lin flew towards his destination, he said, "Today I'm on a mission to guide a soul."
As soon as he spoke, the viewers in the live stream were filled with both joy and worry.
They were happy to see the host again, but worried about who would be dying this time.
Some even quickly checked their wills to see if there was anything they needed to revise.
"Regarding how I always worry about dying when watching the live stream."
"Actually, I used to be quite afraid of death, but ever since I learned that the underworld truly exists, for some reason, I'm not as scared anymore."
It was just a change of identity and background to live in the underworld.
Or, to be reborn directly and start a new life.
Moreover, if nothing unexpected happened, a ghost messenger would come to guide him when he left the mortal world.
He wouldn't be alone.
"I just resigned yesterday, and I hope I haven't lived in vain."
"Holy crap, the person above is so carefree. I also think about resigning every day, but then I think about my wallet... Forget it, forget it."
"Indeed, since we're in the human world, either go all out towards your goals, or be a happy salted fish."
This way, when he reached the Bridge of Forgetfulness, he could at least be at peace with himself.
He could sigh and say: This life was not lived in vain.
He did not let himself down.
...
While the viewers were sighing and chatting, Jiang Lin arrived at the entrance of a residential complex.
Following the address, he found the deceased's residence and passed through the wall.
The house was a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom layout.
Although the furnishings were simple, everything necessary was present.
The only strange thing was that all the curtains in the house were drawn.
Through the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, the viewers could vaguely see:
A yellow sofa, a brown table, a black television set...
And an ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the coffee table, as well as beer bottles scattered by the sofa.
Suddenly, the bedroom door next to him opened.
A disheveled figure walked out, his blue work clothes looking like they hadn't been washed in ages, and his hair was a mess.
Head bowed, he stumbled into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.
Seeing that it was empty, he froze for a moment.
Bang!
The refrigerator door closed again.
He looked around the kitchen and found not a single edible item.
Unsure of what he was thinking, the fatigue on his brow deepened.
He returned to the bedroom, changed into black clothes, and washed his face.
When he reached the door, he thought for a moment, then took out a hat and a mask and put them on.
After observing through the peephole for a while, he cautiously opened the door and stepped out.
He walked through the dim corridor, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the basement level.
Throughout the entire process, he was carefully observing his surroundings, like a startled bird.
Most viewers didn't even get a clear look at his face.
They vaguely remembered him being disheveled, with a beard, and around thirty years old??
"What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"
"Could there be a problem with the elevator?"
The viewers speculated.
They say that life is full of ten misfortunes out of ten, but only when you encounter misfortunes yourself do you truly understand what's happening, how bad life is, and how much pain you're in.
Getting used to these misfortunes is easy to say, but difficult to do.
"When my first love broke up with me, I was in the same state. Depressed."
"At times like this, it's lucky if someone pulls you up, but if not, you can only pull yourself out."
"I always feel like he's hiding from something. I don't know if he's been startled or if he's offended someone."
...
In the live stream footage—
Ding~
The elevator reached the basement level.
Zhou Lan, who had covered himself thoroughly, stepped out, looked around, and then walked out of the underground parking lot.
As soon as he exited the parking lot, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side, blocking him with outstretched arms, and shouted to those behind him:
"He's out, he's out! He really slipped this way."
Zhou Lan was startled and tried to run, but was held tightly by the person in front of him.
"Quick, he's trying to escape!"
Soon, a group of over a dozen people rushed over, men and women, and some middle-aged and elderly people.
Some stepped forward to push and block him.
Some carried baskets filled with eggs and hurled them at Zhou Lan.
Some held up banners with red text on a white background: Murderer, pay with your life!
Others were holding up their phones, live streaming.
The streamer, nicknamed "Injustices Under Heaven," pointed the camera at the man and said, "Friends, take a quick look, this is the person who hit someone and showed no remorse."
"He hit someone, didn't admit it, and ran away! A good family was ruined like this!"
"Someone like this is simply not human, and doesn't deserve to live in this world..."
As "Injustices Under Heaven" spoke, he even brought the camera closer and said indignantly:
"Look, look, he ruined someone's home, and he's acting like nothing happened, eating, drinking, and having fun. It's truly unfair!"
Someone pulled off Zhou Lan's hat and mask, exposing his face directly to the phone live stream.
The bullet comments flew by, and a group of people, just like "Injustices Under Heaven," cursed, and donations kept pouring in.
'Someone like this should go to hell!'
'Host, smash him with eggs, I'll pay for the eggs!'
'As expected, scum are all the same. Living is a waste of air.'
...
"Give me back my husband's life! Give me back my husband's life!"
"You murderer! Killer! Why aren't you dead yet!"
A group of people pulled and scratched at him, denouncing him.
Zhou Lan couldn't fend them off, shielding his head while repeatedly saying:
"I didn't, I really didn't kill anyone! I didn't hit the person!"
"Listen to my explanation, I didn't..."
Slap!
A slap landed.
Immediately followed by several fists and eggs being thrown.
No one wanted to listen to his excuses; their hearts filled with anger, they just wanted him gone.
"Give me back my dad, give me back my dad!"
A little boy rushed out from somewhere and rammed into Zhou Lan's stomach.
Zhou Lan, already dazed from the beating, was hit with considerable force by the child.
He lost his balance and fell backward.
Seeing this, no one around made a move to help him; they wished he would take a big fall.
However, the boy's family quickly pulled the child to their side.
"Hang Hang, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to run around?" the boy's mother said anxiously.
"I want to avenge my dad!"
The boy angrily pointed at Zhou Lan, who had fallen, "Because of you, I lost my dad! Everyone is saying things about me!"
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
Because of you, Mom and Grandma are crying! The whole family is crying!
Because of you, no one in the family has time to take care of me, and I eat instant noodles every day!
"Yes! This is the person who hit your dad!"
The boy's grandmother walked over, "Hang Hang, recognize this face. He's the one who harmed our whole family!"
Slap!
Another egg was thrown.
Zhou Lan, lying on the ground, stared at them motionlessly, as if he no longer cared about anything, and stopped struggling.
Eggs were thrown at his face, but he didn't cover himself.
After a while, someone noticed something was wrong and quickly called out:
"Wait, everyone stop! Something seems to be wrong."
Everyone looked closely, and someone cried out, "He's bleeding!"
A dozen people took a step back in unison.
They were all afraid of being mistaken for the killer.
On the ground, Zhou Lan's eyes were open, staring at them without blinking.
Blood was gushing out from the back of his head.
Someone cautiously stepped forward to check and discovered that there seemed to be something where he had fallen.
"He, he's dead..."
The dozen people were stunned, and even the streamer was taken aback.
"Injustices Under Heaven" instinctively wanted to close the live stream, but then thought, why close it?
Isn't this traffic?
Besides, if he closed it, wouldn't his innocence be lost?
He quickly retreated far away, pointing the camera at the ground, "Friends, this is the retribution for evil, not that evil is not reported, but that the time has not yet come."
"Look, isn't King Yama here to collect him?"
"I didn't do anything, friends, bear witness for me..."
...
Watching the scene before them, the viewers in the "Daily Healing in the Underworld" live stream were also dumbfounded.
They had thought of elevators, assassinations, and sneak attacks...
They had never expected it to be like this.
"This... should be considered homicide, right?"
"Did he really hit someone with his car? If he hit someone and ran, then he's truly scum."
"It shouldn't be. There must be some misunderstanding."
Someone, after watching the pool of blood and calling the police, returned to analyze:
"Think about it, the host is Bai Wuchang, and the souls he guides are generally good souls!"
So, there must be something going on here!
But soon, other viewers refuted his point.
"If I remember correctly, when the host arrived, his exact words were that he was going out on a mission. Therefore, this soul he's guiding has nothing to do with whether he's Bai Wuchang or a good soul."
...
Among them,
Many viewers were startled by the scene; this was a crime scene!
And the scene of the mobbing, the frenzied faces of those people, were truly terrifying.
They had no interest in analyzing and chose to ask directly:
"Host, is this soul a good soul or an evil soul this time?"
"Terrifying, it's making my paranoia act up. Hurry up and see the host..."
"This should be handed over to the police... However, the law sometimes has loopholes. So, I'll just listen to what the host says."
...
(ps: I'm late, two chapters, combined into one.)