The East Hall.
Jiang Lin and his group of ghost envoys, with the exception of Liu Buwei, had all arrived at the King of Hell's Hall.
Firstly, to report their safety, and secondly, to explain their return at this particular time.
Thirdly, since they were here, they might as well submit their reports.
After a brief chat, Yan Luo accepted the reports.
"Alright, go back and rest. Other matters can be discussed later."
"Yes."
Xu Youzhi led the team away.
Each to their own homes.
The King of Hell's Hall fell silent.
A moment later, Qin Zhouzhou's figure reappeared.
In addition to the report just submitted, she held a more detailed document in her hand.
Information from the South Hall, the West Hall, and the North Hall.
All the information she could gather had been compiled.
The characteristics of each hall, the average strength of ghost envoys, their styles of operation...
After submitting this document, her task was considered complete.
However...
Before leaving, Qin Zhouzhou paused and then spoke:
"Lord King of Hell, I have a conjecture. Because it cannot be confirmed for the time being, it was not recorded."
"It's... about the South Hall." Da Feng Novel Network
"Oh?"
At the desk above.
Yan Luo lifted her eyelids, her gaze shifting from the pile of documents to the ghost envoy below.
"What is it?" she asked.
If it were anything else, she would not have asked.
Since it was unconfirmed, there was no need to listen.
However, if it was about the South Hall, it was worth hearing.
Qin Zhouzhou carefully chose her words: "Based on my estimation, there should be a living creature beneath the South Hall, or perhaps some kind of divine beast."
"From midnight to 4 AM every day, no one is allowed outside, likely to avoid disturbing that thing."
Of course, her conjecture was not solely based on this regulation.
Initially, it was just curiosity.
Later, she gradually found other clues.
For example, in certain places within the South Hall, at specific times, slight tremors could be felt.
If one did not observe diligently, it would be difficult to notice.
She had even tried to act as bait, hiding within a lantern she carried.
"A living creature?"
Yan Luo showed some interest.
After listening to Qin Zhouzhou recount her findings.
Yan Luo narrowed her eyes slightly, as if recalling or contemplating.
"That, yes, there is a living creature."
It was indeed housed beneath the South Hall.
Yan Luo affirmed Qin Zhouzhou's conjecture, but said no more.
Seeing this, Qin Zhouzhou wisely cupped her hands and withdrew.
The King of Hell's Hall returned to silence.
Yan Luo flipped through the documents concerning the South Hall.
The South Hall...
When Nan Ming had developed his new moves back then, he had almost split the entire South Hall in half.
They had all laughed at him for a long time.
Later, they specifically found something capable of containing his sword energy.
And placed it beneath the South Hall.
Recalling the scene at the time, Yan Luo's eyelids drooped slightly.
A hint of a smile appeared in her eyes.
A moment later, her expression returned to calm.
With a slight movement of her fingers, the documents in front of her flew up, and rows of text appeared.
They began to organize and categorize themselves before her.
...
...
Meanwhile, Jiang Lin had returned to the Eighteenth Hall.
The familiar plaque, the familiar courtyard...
As it was Ghost Festival today, he encountered no ghosts along the way.
"Lord, you're back?!"
Upon seeing Jiang Lin, the gatekeepers Niu Xiaoguo and Xuoduo Bao were still somewhat disbelieving.
They rubbed their eyes twice.
Only after confirming that the ghost before them was indeed Jiang Lin, and not an illusion or a similarly looking ghost...
Their expressions immediately lit up with joy.
"Welcome back, Lord!"
"Was your journey well?"
The excitement of the two ghosts was somewhat unexpected for Jiang Lin.
"Yes. It was quite good."
He paused, then asked, "Did anything happen while I was away?"
Niu Xiaoguo quickly took out a small notebook and recounted everything:
"Shortly after you left, an intern ghost envoy named Qi came by."
"Young Master Xu, Xu Guzizi, came to ask when you would return and brought many things."
"And also..."
Once Niu Xiaoguo started, she couldn't stop.
It was as if she wanted to report how many meals they ate each day.
There were many trivial matters.
But if there were any significant events, it was probably the arrival of a batch of artifact refiners at the West Hall.
Xuoduo Bao chimed in, "Yes, yes, I heard those were brought back by you, Lord. Is it true?"
Meeting the expectant gazes of the two ghosts, Jiang Lin nodded.
Xuoduo Bao immediately beamed, "Lord, you are truly amazing. There are many new items appearing in the ghost market now, and everyone is praising you!"
Although the East Hall still maintained its original appearance, many changes had occurred in the details and small items.
This made the afterlife in the East Hall more vibrant and colorful.
The daily lives of the ghosts in the ghost market had also become more convenient, with many more sources of amusement.
Take the recent 'Shu Mo Zhai' for example; it was said that its manuscript production efficiency had increased several times over.
The campus assessment progress of the intern ghost envoys had also accelerated significantly.
"..."
Jiang Lin listened to the two ghosts chatter on and on.
He couldn't help but wonder if these two had always been so talkative.
However, considering he had been away, he didn't say anything.
It was Niu Xiaoguo who then reacted, slapping her forehead:
"Look at my clumsy brain, Lord, please come in."
Xuoduo Bao glanced at his position and quickly moved away from the center of the main entrance.
"Lord, you've worked hard. I'll prepare some tea for you right away."
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of lingering fear.
He had never heard of any hall master being blocked at the entrance by the gatekeepers.
Fortunately, His Lordship did not get angry.
Jiang Lin walked straight inside, "No need."
At the entrance.
Xuoduo Bao and Niu Xiaoguo both breathed a sigh of relief.
But the joy in their hearts surged again.
From now on, the Eighteenth Hall would be lively again.
...
'Eighteenth Hall, I'm back—'
As soon as he entered the hall, the Seven-Colored Egg couldn't resist flying out of his sleeve pocket.
Glowing with golden light all over, it circled the room rapidly, darting up and down the beams.
Startling several cleaning ghosts, who quickly hid.
Some burrowed into the pillars, some ran into the ceiling.
One was even chased by the Seven-Colored Egg for a lap, finally taking refuge behind Jiang Lin before entering the door frame.
It was thanks to these cleaning ghosts that the hall remained as clean and tidy as ever.
Everything was exactly as it was when Jiang Lin left.
Even the ink and brushes on the desk were still in their original positions.
...