Chapter 87 Transformation Almost Complete, Is This Okay?

In the air, the giant ghost screamed, its voice piercing and unpleasant.

"You forced me! You forced me!"

It shrieked madly, swinging a giant hand and grabbing a ghost messenger in front of it, about to stuff it into its mouth.

Jiang Lin watched it indifferently, his ghost qi emanating from his body.

The Ghost General level allowed ghost qi to form armor on the surface of the body.

At the Great Ghost General level, ghost qi could leave the body directly, transforming into different forms as the owner willed.

The moment Jiang Lin's eyes turned sharp, the ghost qi surrounding him transformed into sharp swords.

With a swing of the swords, the giant hand was cut into several pieces.

"No! Impossible!"

The giant ghost cried out in pain, looking at him in terror.

It had been strengthened to near Ghost General level, so why was this ghost messenger so powerful?!

"No! I can't go on like this."

It couldn't defeat him!

"Run! Run!"

It didn't even have time to tend to its injured hand. It kicked out, kicking up sand and stones from the ground as cover.

It fled rapidly in another direction.

Behind it, Jiang Lin simply watched, slowly raising the mourning stick in his hand.

The mourning stick, strengthened by a system enhancement card, had grown tenfold under the boost of his immense ghost qi.

Jiang Lin stood in place, raising his hand and bringing it down towards the fleeing giant ghost.

The tenfold enlarged mourning stick smashed onto the giant ghost's head.

With a deafening roar.

The ground caved in, dust flying everywhere.

The surrounding leaves rustled violently, and an eerie wind howled.

The wind sounded like something weeping mournfully in this graveyard.

"Hahaha, didn't expect that, did you? You got bigger, and the streamer's mourning stick can get bigger too!"

"Can't be helped, the streamer is just that powerful!"

"You run! My forty-meter big saber is thirsty!"

Although the live stream was eerie, it did not dampen the excitement of the viewers.

Wrapped in their little blankets, comments flew out one after another.

"You thought you were the only one who could get bigger?"

"You've seen too little, hahahahaha!"

In the live stream, a moment later, calm was restored.

Only the giant pit on the ground remained, indicating that a battle had taken place here.

Jiang Lin held the transformed ghost, now back to its original form, by the mourning stick.

Not long after being struck by the mourning stick, the ghost had reverted to its original state.

Furthermore, its level had dropped from near Ghost General to its original Ghost Soldier level, and it was still declining.

It was estimated that in a while, it would drop to the Ghost Soul level.

"Backlash?"

Jiang Lin guessed.

The ghost's sudden surge in strength and subsequent rapid decline clearly indicated a side effect from using something.

Such items were prohibited from production and sale by the regulations of the Underworld.

Firstly, the production of such items was irregular, harming both the user and others.

Secondly, the proliferation of such items could lead to various riots.

If anyone were to transform at will, the ghost messengers would be overwhelmed just dealing with these incidents.

Thirdly, based on their current understanding, these items mostly had side effects after use.

And for these three reasons, whether it was the production materials, riots, or side effects.

They were all detrimental factors to the long-term maintenance of the Underworld's normal operation.

Jiang Lin observed, but did not find any special items on the ghost.

He then dangled the ghost upside down and shook it.

He was just trying, not holding out much hope.

Because if it were some pill, it would have likely been digested long ago.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough!"

As he shook it, the ghost coughed twice, and indeed, a small object came out.

Jiang Lin caught it with his ghost qi and looked at it. It was a small bead, like glass.

A crack had appeared on the surface of the bead.

He looked at it but couldn't figure out what it was.

He decided to take it back and hand it over to the captain above, along with the ghost.

"???"

"What is this? A transformation pill???"

"Transformation is over, that's fine!"

"Guessing there's a big conspiracy, the origin of that small bead is definitely not simple!"

"Streamer is mighty! I bet the giant pit on the grave mound will be in the news again tomorrow, hahaha!"

The viewers in the live stream were also examining the small bead, but they couldn't make out anything more.

However, when it came to analysis, conspiracy theories, or just spectating, they were experts!

They were truly surprised when the ghost transformed just now.

Among them, some viewers were also worried about the streamer.

After all, in novels, those who transformed either had a trump card or had taken a pill.

Fortunately, the streamer resolved it in a few moves, and they hadn't even had time to worry too much before their hearts settled.

They were also happy that the streamer was so powerful.

The stronger the ghost messengers, the more security there was for the stability of the human world.

Moreover.

Although there might be many ghost messengers in the Underworld, the only one they knew and interacted with was the streamer.

Whether it was the popularization of daily life in the Underworld or the inheritance from ancestors.

It was all because of the streamer that all this had come to be.

Perhaps many viewers hadn't even realized it themselves.

If the streamer was in a good mood, they would also be happy.

If the streamer was unhappy or injured, they would also worry.

For them, streamer Jiang Lin was perhaps special.

"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily mission: Heart of Faith 1000 points! (1/3)"

The system prompt sounded.

If these viewers believed in Jiang Lin's existence and acknowledged his identity as a ghost messenger, it was equivalent to acknowledging the existence of the Underworld.

At least, that was how Jiang Lin understood it.

After putting away the ghost and the small bead, Jiang Lin then looked down at the person and the cat hiding behind the grave mound.

Qi Yaoyao stood up and waved at him, "Good evening, senior."

After interning for a while, she no longer called Jiang Lin "streamer" but "senior."

In her heart, Jiang Lin was like an elder.

Compared to titles like "streamer," she felt this better expressed her reverence.

Jiang Lin wasn't too concerned about these titles.

He nodded and casually asked, "Are you patrolling around here recently?"

To become a ghost messenger, one had to intern for at least a hundred years.

If Qi Yaoyao didn't perform exceptionally, she would likely be assigned miscellaneous patrol duties for a while.

"Mhm! I'm almost done patrolling."

Patrolling could be a big or small matter, so be careful yourself," Jiang Lin said indifferently.

Patrolling was very dependent on luck. If one was lucky, they might not encounter any major incidents in decades.

If one was unlucky, they might encounter powerful ghosts or incidents every few days.

It was possible to lose one's life before even finishing the internship.

However, Jiang Lin didn't say much more. Judging from the current situation, this girl was sharp.

She didn't need him to say much.

After a brief chat, Jiang Lin returned to the Underworld.

He had glanced at the entire graveyard earlier and also seen the deceased person on the ground.

The aura of the ghost he had captured still lingered on that person. The troublemaker was likely that ghost.

From the time he emerged to the resolution of the incident, it had only taken a few minutes.

The battle earlier had also ended in a flash.

After Jiang Lin left, Qi Yaoyao let out a sigh of relief.

It was fortunate that as soon as she saw things were not right, she immediately hid.

Otherwise, her life would likely have been lost.

She was very clear about her mission, which was to patrol.

Then, she was to report any abnormalities or incidents encountered during her patrols.

As for anything else, she decided to act within her capabilities.

Acting bravely without strength was not a good thing.

She patted the cat on her shoulder, "Thanks, Youyou. I'll treat you to dried fish next time we go to the ghost market!"

"Meow~"