"You understand what's big and what's small. Whatever I think is good, that's what's big!" the great painter exclaimed indignantly.
"Makes sense."
Jiang Lin nodded slightly, then glanced again at the painting he couldn't understand.
"...How one lives truly depends on one's own thoughts. As long as you're happy."
"It's a shame your work only became popular after your death."
He pondered for a moment, "Why don't you hold an art exhibition in the Underworld?"
The great painter pouted, "It's not the same."
Besides...
The residents of the Underworld and humans care about different things.
"Then how about holding an art exhibition for humans in your live stream?"
Jiang Lin prepared to open his live stream. "Do you know who I am?"
As far as he knew, most ghosts in the Eastern Hall knew about his live stream.
However, the King of Hell had instructed them not to disturb him because of it.
That was why he enjoyed such peace and quiet when he was in the Eastern Hall.
"An art exhibition for the human world?"
The great painter's heart stirred, but he maintained an indifferent facade.
He even asked strangely, "You're being so kind? I never said I wanted to hold an exhibition..."
"Don't think I'll thank you for doing this. With my current fame in the human world, not just anyone can view my art exhibition..."
"Is that so? Then let's forget about it."
Jiang Lin said unhurriedly, "I respect your decision."
With that, he put away his live stream and turned to walk beyond the railing.
"Then I won't bother you anymore. Come find me when you want to reincarnate."
He paused, muttering, "Actually, that's not right. It might not be me in charge of your reincarnation then."
Jiang Lin looked back at him, "Remember to find Meng Po when you want to reincarnate."
"Huh?"
The great painter hadn't quite registered what was happening.
When he looked again, the ghost messenger's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
Huh—?
Weren't you specifically here to handle my reincarnation?
Weren't you going to hold an art exhibition?!
Weren't you going to do a live stream?!
Why are you leaving just like that?!
The more the great painter thought about it, the more something felt wrong, and the angrier he became.
After pacing back and forth on the balcony twice, he couldn't help but indignantly shout in the direction Jiang Lin had left:
"Is this how you work—!"
...
Is this how you work—!
The great painter's voice was loud, carrying a hint of anger.
Jiang Lin heard it from a distance.
"You said you didn't want to hold an exhibition, and after I accommodated you, you're blaming me."
"Alas, this task is difficult."
As he flew away from the ghost market, he took out his work log.
He directly transferred the great painter's task.
At his current level, these tasks were no longer necessary for him.
He had said what he needed to say and advised what he could.
If they were unwilling, there was no need to force them.
After all, as the great painter himself said, he knew what was big and what was small.
Perhaps...
Not ascending, but remaining in the Underworld as a ghost who loved to paint, was also a good choice.
...
"This..."
At the Divine Reincarnation Work Coordination Office.
Looking at Jiang Lin's reason for transferring the task, the staff member's mouth twitched.
This was acceptable?
"What's wrong?" his male colleague asked.
He saw that Jiang Lin's reason for transfer was as follows:
—The subject is unwilling to reincarnate; respecting the task subject's decision.
"This..." the male colleague was also stunned.
They had seen reasons like being busy, being in a bad mood, and even needing to use the restroom.
But this was the first time they had seen such a reason.
It was like...
Telling you to persuade a child to stop crying, and then you say: If she wants to cry, let her cry.
Respecting the child's choice.
"This... this is Captain Jiang's first time transferring a task, isn't it?" the male colleague stammered.
"Mm..."
The female ghost who had first seen Jiang Lin's task transfer information recalled, and it was indeed true.
Captain Jiang had always been very proactive in his work.
As far as she knew, he had even taken on many tasks from the task center in his spare time.
The male colleague guessed, "Perhaps he encountered something that made him unhappy. I heard he's been relaxing lately."
The female ghost almost nodded, "I hope he recovers soon."
As she spoke, she looked at the work schedules of other captains and made a move.
She reassigned the great painter's task to another captain.
"I originally thought this task would be quite suitable for them."
After all, Captain Jiang had a live stream, which might have been perfect for the great painter.
And for Captain Jiang, it should have been relatively easy.
Who would have thought... sigh.
...
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Somehow, the news of Jiang Lin's idleness reached Yan Luo's ears.
"He's slacking off?"
"Not exactly, he's done what he was supposed to do." The judge next to her was chatting with her.
This judge wore a green hat and green robes, and his appearance suggested he was around thirty years old.
Although he was a man, having been in the Underworld for many years, he also enjoyed gossiping.
According to himself, he simply maintained a youthful mindset.
As he chatted, he didn't neglect his work, sitting to the side, handling documents with the King of Hell.
"Then there's no issue?"
Yan Luo said indifferently, "Since he has become a first-class ghost messenger, he is entitled to the privileges that come with that status."
"There's no reason why he can't relax just because he's usually very proactive."
"Heh heh, that's right."
The judge sorted through the documents and said with a smile, "However, there are also rumors that he was influenced by a [Spirit]."
"[Spirit]?"
Yan Luo's hand paused as she was reviewing documents, her pen tip suspended in mid-air.
She concentrated and thought, "That is indeed a troublesome thing. What kind of obsession's [Spirit] did he encounter?"
The judge replied, "'Happiness.' It's been about a month."
As a disseminator of Underworld culture, the gaze on Jiang Lin was naturally more numerous than on ordinary ghost messengers.
"Happiness, huh..."
Yan Luo narrowed her eyes. If it could indeed bring happiness, she would also like to try it.
There were so few things that made her feel happy nowadays.
"King of Hell?"
The judge's voice pulled Yan Luo back to her thoughts.
She recalled the previous topic and lowered her head to continue reviewing documents.
"With his current strength, he shouldn't be at the stage of losing control yet."
"Since he's willing, let him be."
After all,
Even if it's temporary, even if it's illusory happiness...
It's something many people have never experienced, something they dream of.
If that's the case, why should they disturb someone's beautiful dream?
"King of Hell is right."
The judge pondered for two seconds, as if he had also thought of something.
He stopped mentioning the matter.
Just as he was about to change the subject, he heard the King of Hell murmuring something indistinctly.
He turned his head and saw the King of Hell staring into the air, seemingly lost in thought.
"Speaking of which, that guy Nan Ming once killed a [Spirit]..."
Yan Luo propped her chin, recalling the past, her expression momentarily dazed.
It was a [Spirit] whose obsession was 'sleep'.
Although everyone slept for a long time because of it, it had to be said...
It was indeed a good sleep.
...