Were Zhang Xiaobei and the mute, as well as the villagers and the bandits, wrong in their actions?
Jiang Lin did not dwell on the question.
The times were different, and it was impossible to measure them by current standards.
Regardless, it was all in the past.
He was like a spectator, observing it all from a god's-eye view.
As he watched, Jiang Lin noticed something.
The people, demons, and gods of this era were all somewhat indifferent to emotions.
It was less like they were living and more like they were surviving.
Yes, surviving.
Unlike people in modern times, their every starting point and value system was largely based on survival.
Whether it was the Sea God or the Mountain God.
They were merely a means, an instinct, for them to seek survival.
...
Seeing Lei Gong and Dian Mu depart on the thunderclouds, leaving Zhang Xiaobei and the mute trapped in the thundercage.
Jiang Lin was pondering what would happen next.
Suddenly, the scene before his eyes rippled.
It vanished like waves on water.
Immediately after, he saw another scene.
This seemed to be a very solemn place, with tall and exquisite buildings, exuding an extraordinary aura everywhere.
A mist-like cloud drifted over the palace, making everything hazy.
And within the palace, a feast seemed to be underway.
People in magnificent attire were either raising their cups to drink or whispering to each other.
The human voices were noisy.
Throughout, melodious music played continuously.
"What are you saying, what are you saying!"
A voice abruptly reached Jiang Lin's ears, sounding somewhat familiar.
He looked up and saw a petite figure sitting at the dining table.
Her face was delicate and cute, with two red pointed horns growing from her head.
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement.
"Lord Yan Wang?"
At this time, Lord Yan Luo seemed more lively and youthful than the current Lord of the Eastern Palace.
Well... and more unrestrained.
"Whatever you say, whatever you say! You're all so capable!"
Yan Luo seemed to be arguing with the person opposite her, almost slamming the table.
"The human world is so chaotic now, and you all have a hand in it! Going down there and causing trouble!"
"What, are we supposed to check whose bloodline it is before dealing with someone?"
After she spoke, the person opposite said something.
Yan Luo, unable to contain her anger, was about to roll up her sleeves.
"Little Yan Luo, don't be in a hurry~"
A pale, slender hand reached out from beside her, stopping Yan Luo's action of rolling up her sleeves.
The person had a pale complexion, and even their eyebrows were white.
Wearing a snow-white robe, they gave an impression of fragility.
Bei Xue looked at the person opposite with a smile, lightly covering her mouth.
"No wonder everyone is so idle. Shouldn't we also give some face to the adults who are busy creating descendants?"
"Perhaps a genius has appeared among these descendants, right? Hehe~"
Yan Luo withdrew her hand, sat down again, and rolled her eyes.
Bei Xue was still so sarcastic, cursing without using any foul language.
Although she found it unpleasant to hear, she had to admit it was quite satisfying when dealing with outsiders.
"This place of yours really needs to be tidied up. You cause too much trouble."
Ghost messengers having to collect souls, and then having to check whose bloodline it is.
Tch.
It severely hindered their work!
This matter must be resolved!
...
From the god's-eye view, Jiang Lin watched in amazement.
He hadn't expected the Yan Wangs to have such moments.
Behind Lord Yan Luo and Lord Bei Xue, there seemed to be several other figures.
But no matter how he shifted his perspective, he couldn't see them clearly.
They were hazy, as if something was obscuring them.
Who were those figures?
The other two Yan Wangs?
And the people arguing with them opposite... could they be the gods from the Heavenly Palace?
"Are the decrees of the Heavenly Palace being perfected bit by bit like this?"
Because heavenly gods descending to the mortal realm often left behind various troubles.
Was that why they later restricted the arbitrary descent of divine officials?
For a moment, various thoughts and speculations swirled in Jiang Lin's mind.
Before he could listen further, everything before him disappeared.
Returning to darkness.
In the resting room of the Eighteenth Hall—
Jiang Lin, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking at the ceiling of the resting room, he took a couple of seconds to remember where he was.
"It's over?"
He sat up, recalling what he had just seen, unsure if it was a dream or a memory from a past life.
If it was a memory, why was he seeing it from a god's-eye view this time?
Why did he see the Heavenly Palace and the Yan Wangs at the end?
If it was a memory...
If he could recall things from so long ago, it was probably no longer a matter of Meng Po's soup.
What exactly was going on with him?
Besides these memories, there was something else that had arrived strangely.
—Where did this Underworld Healing Live Stream System come from?
Was it really just because of the Underworld Propagator?
Jiang Lin opened the system page and took a look. The current main mission:
—Become an excellent first-class ghost messenger.
The progress was stuck at 90%.
He had already become a first-class ghost messenger, so the remaining ten percent should be in the word 'excellent.'
Thinking about it carefully, the system's tasks didn't seem entirely without pattern.
At the beginning, it mainly taught him how to promote Underworld culture and familiarize himself with the functions of the live stream room.
Later, it was about improving his cultivation and his status in the Underworld.
... What was the ultimate purpose of the system?
Was it merely to better promote Underworld culture?
At this moment, Jiang Lin was thinking a bit too much.
...
Knock knock!
Knock knock!
The door of the resting room was knocked.
"Master, may I come in?"
The robotic sphere asked from the doorway.
Since ghosts generally did not sleep, it had not considered that its master had already slept in there.
Jiang Lin took a deep breath, pushing those thoughts aside for the moment.
He said faintly, "Come in."
The robotic sphere and Xu Nan entered together.
Then they placed several folded sheets of paper in front of him.
"Master, we've finished writing."
Looking at the papers, Jiang Lin was stunned.
He thought back carefully and remembered that before entering the resting room, he had been writing a letter to the Seven-Colored Egg.
Since the robotic sphere and Xu Nan also needed to write, he had come in to rest for a while.
With that in mind, Jiang Lin put away the letters.
Then he crushed the calling stone and summoned the Underworld 'courier,' Ghost Baby.
With a large head, a pigtail tied upwards, and wearing a red bellyband.
Taking the envelopes, he carefully placed them close to his body.
"Is there anything else you need to instruct?"
Jiang Lin shook his head, "No."
Writing to the Seven-Colored Egg was to reassure it while it studied at the Dragon Palace.
As for the reward from the Underworld, it could be collected when it returned later.
Sending it would be somewhat insecure.
"Then I'm leaving."
Ghost Baby said, and with a flash, it shot out.
It disappeared in a moment.
When it came to speed, they were professionals.
...