"Here's beef, fish, and all sorts of meat dishes."
"And here are the vegetables. Just pick what you want and blanch it yourself..."
Amidst the clouds.
A ghost artifact ship was steadily sailing towards the Eastern Realm.
On the ship, steam was rising.
A group of ghost officers were gathered around a large pot, about a meter in diameter, and digging in.
Nearby, Da Yi and Xiao Er were busy preparing ingredients.
With Jiang Lin's help, two paper figures were also assisting with the food preparation.
Liu Buwei, the Black Impermanence, ate while pondering.
When did the art style suddenly change?
Just a moment ago, they were looking towards the Eastern Hall.
The normal progression of events would have been for them to wait to return to the Eastern Hall together.
Or to reminisce about the Eastern Hall together.
Perhaps...
It started when Qin Zhouzhou suddenly took out the ingredients she had collected from the Southern Hall, and then brought out the large pot she had re-forged in the Western Hall...
And then Jiang Lin brought out the paper figures he learned about in the Northern Hall...
As the water in the pot began to boil,
By the time he came to his senses, everyone was already sitting by the pot and eating.
Liu Buwei: "..."
Not to mention Qin Zhouzhou and Jiang Lin, Ah Si also seemed to be a foodie.
But why didn't even Senior Xu Youzhi object this time?
Let alone object, he didn't even say a word of refusal.
He just casually took a bowl and sat down?
Xu Youzhi: ?
Why?
He was happy.
However, happiness aside, the tasks that needed to be done couldn't be forgotten.
After eating their fill,
Xu Youzhi wiped his mouth and reminded them,
"We'll be returning soon. How are your reports for your journey to the three halls coming along?"
This report was to record what they had seen, heard, and felt during the journey.
It was similar to a work summary.
Upon their return, it would be submitted to Lord Yan.
Jiang Lin: "Don't worry, Senior. It's already done."
From the moment he arrived at the Southern Hall on the first stop, he had been recording his journey.
Later, when he reached the Northern Hall, although he was busy, he still recorded his experiences once every two to three days.
The cultivation techniques, skills, and arena of the Southern Hall.
Special areas in the human world, and the prohibition of moving around freely after midnight...
The "Turning Point" and "Contract Tree" of the Western Hall, as well as the teleportation array and the gourmet feast.
The paper figure art and musical instruments of the Northern Hall, the Yin world concert...
What he saw and felt, as well as the gains he made along the way.
All of it was recorded and compiled into files.
After Jiang Lin, Qin Zhouzhou and Ah Si spoke up next:
"Everything is ready."
Yu Baixing almost raised his hand, "Senior, I'm ready too!"
Liu Buwei: "...?"
He looked left and right at Yu Baixing, Jiang Lin, and then at Qin Zhouzhou and Ah Si.
Report?
Report...
Liu Buwei slapped his forehead, "!"
It seemed there was indeed such a thing.
Liu Buwei quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, turned around, and went into the ship to get paper and pen.
He started writing furiously.
"Southern Hall, Southern Hall... wings, skills, dungeon..."
"Western Hall, the Western Hall's..."
Liu Buwei scratched his head with the tip of his pen as he recalled.
His hairstyle even became a bit messy.
"The ghost artifacts of the Western Hall, the villas, and the cultivation rooms..."
The paper figure art and musical instruments of the Northern Hall, when fighting, it was a group battle with various illusions.
It was a bit troublesome.
And somewhat strange, making it difficult to understand.
There were many twists and turns.
...
Watching Liu Buwei's busy back.
Xu Youzhi shook his head with a smile and continued to slurp his beef.
Mmm, delicious.
Beside him.
Da Yi and Xiao Er continued to prepare ingredients.
As they were preparing, Da Yi's gaze fell upon a round, plump egg.
This seemed to be...
Rolled out from Jiang Wuchang?
Da Yi thought for a moment, the master had asked, and it couldn't be eaten.
Just as it was about to retract its gaze, a completely white hand suddenly reached out from the side.
With lightning speed, it snatched the egg and threw it into the pot.
Da Yi: "!!!"
The colorful egg, which had sneaked out for some air and was also extremely greedy: "!!!"
Just as the colorful egg was about to fall into the soup pot,
At the critical moment, two hands simultaneously reached out.
Qin Zhouzhou: My soup pot!
Jiang Lin: ...
After saving the colorful egg/soup pot, Jiang Lin gave the two paper figures an additional instruction.
- Do not treat the colorful egg as food.
...
Since they were returning quietly, Jiang Lin did not start a live stream this time.
The viewers in the live stream had no idea that in just half a day, the streamer had changed locations.
At this moment, in the human world—
Outside the Public Security Bureau.
Officer Lu looked at the group of suspicious-looking people outside, holding tents and phones.
He confirmed with his senior brother, "After midnight tonight, it will be the Ghost Festival, right?"
His senior brother replied without looking up, "Yes, what's wrong?"
What's wrong?
Officer Lu gestured for him to look outside himself.
Upon seeing this, the senior brother was stunned for a moment.
Good heavens, they were planning to spend the Ghost Festival night at the Public Security Bureau, 'huddling for warmth'?
It's likely that they weren't even this united when playing games together.
As the sky gradually darkened, more and more people gathered outside.
Some friends even specifically called Officer Lu to ask if the Public Security Bureau could still reserve a spot for them.
Officer Lu: "..."
No, this matter must be reported.
Let the captain and the others handle it.
...
Thanks to the previous live stream,
This year, the human viewers were prepared for the Ghost Festival.
Either they found a place in advance, or they made plans to spend it together in groups at night.
Although they knew that with the ghost officers around, nothing major would happen.
But no one wanted to be startled for no reason.
Those with weak nerves would have their souls scared away.
Online, group chat messages were 99+.
All of them were discussing this matter.
"What have you all prepared?"
"I've come to the temple, hehe. If you encounter ghosts, don't panic, let the Buddha deal with them!"
"I got a tattoo of nine dragons pulling a coffin, I don't know if it's useful."
"Not sleeping tonight (smiling.jpg)"
The viewers were enthusiastically discussing.
They were determined not to let the scene from that year repeat itself.
That year, what was the scene like?
In memory,
The sky outside the window was dark, with no moon or starlight.
Being alone in bed felt both cowardly and exciting.
But when watching the live stream, they couldn't help but laugh like idiots.
After the live stream ended, it always felt like the whole room was lively.
"The past is unbearable to recall..."
"Bringing my son to celebrate the Ghost Festival this year (smirking.jpg)"
...
Unlike ordinary viewers.
Those with the inheritance of their ancestors, having learned from the previous experience, had learned their lesson this time.
They laid out two large tables of delicious food on the table.
For example, Jiang Xian, who studied fortune-telling, and Chu Haoming, who studied wood carving.
And Chen Jiaming, who studied cooking... no, Chen Jiaming only dared to serve one soup.
And it had to be his most masterful soup.
Otherwise, if his ancestors found fault with it, he would have to suffer for it later.
In the small villa.
Jiang Xian looked at the menu on his phone, wondering if preparing more tables of food this time would make his ancestors happy and teach him more things.
Since collaborating with Tang Tianze's supernatural agency, he felt his own abilities were insufficient.
"Let's order some more grilled meat..."
...
While everyone was preparing things for their ancestors, Tang Tianze was preparing for himself.
- Collecting various fan benefits sent from the 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream, and items used by people with righteous energy.
Then he filled his room with them.
And locked himself inside.
"Sigh..."
Tang Tianze sat in the room, resting his chin on his hands.
He wanted to go out and play.
But that was impossible.
With the Ghost Festival approaching, the Yin energy in the human world was already thicker than usual.
If he went out with his constitution, he would be the one to suffer misfortune.
"When will I be able to obtain a ghost artifact as powerful as Ye Zi's..."
Tang Tianze pondered that in the future, when the live stream had tasks, he must seize the initiative.
...