After Jiang Lin finished speaking, Qi Yaoyao fell silent.
After a long while, she sighed.
A hundred years it is. She might not be running errands that much anyway.
Although it was a bit unexpected,
She had no other choice. Perhaps an opportunity would arise someday, and she could turn things around.
"Streamer, I'll work hard!"
Every job has its meaning, and someone has to do it.
Just like her dad said, whether it's a street sweeper or a CEO in a high-rise office.
Everyone is an indispensable part of this world.
She would also learn to find meaning and joy in her own work.
"Streamer, I'll report back to you next time. I'm off to work! I can't be late on my first day!"
Qi Yaoyao waved her hand and headed towards her workplace.
Meow~
The cat spirit jumped onto Qi Yaoyao's shoulder and set off with her.
This cat spirit died in an accident, and it could have reincarnated.
But it chose to stay.
The human world lasts at most a hundred years, while ghosts
can exist for a very, very long time.
It still wanted to see more of
this world.
And this girl.
"I'm not your boss, why are you reporting to me?"
Watching the backs of the girl and the cat as they walked away, Jiang Lin shook his head with a smile.
Did she consider him an elder?
Another live stream ended.
Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task "Heart of Faith" with one thousand points (1/3).
One thousand points of faith transformed into specks of merit, entering Jiang Lin's body.
Compared to the other two daily tasks, "Daily Live Stream" and "Promoting Underworld Culture,"
"Heart of Faith" came in more slowly.
Each point of faith represented a human's belief in the Underworld.
During this time, Jiang Lin had not slackened in his cultivation.
But ever since Meng Po helped him raise his cultivation to the peak of a Great Ghost General, his Yin Qi pills were like drops in the ocean,
gone without a trace.
Although he could feel the increase in his ghost energy, his level remained stuck.
After all, the next level was the Ghost King realm.
Thinking of Meng Po and the mighty general Qi Hesheng, they were ghosts who had lived for over a thousand years.
Jiang Lin had only been a full-fledged employee for three to four hundred years since starting as an intern.
He was only a few hundred years old in total.
With the strength of a peak Great Ghost General, he should be able to protect himself in most situations.
However, things had been a bit turbulent lately.
The Ghost Festival was approaching.
Not only were the ghosts becoming restless, but the ghost envoys were also getting busy.
As the Ghost Festival drew near, Yin energy increased greatly.
There were always some ghosts who couldn't resist the urge to show themselves early and wander around.
All Jiang Lin could do was to mention it in the live stream.
He advised his viewers to go out less, especially at night,
to avoid encountering anything unclean.
"Quick! Go over there and take a look!"
"Don't fight me for it, I saw it first!"
Recently, all the ghosts in the Underworld had become excited.
They were tidying up, dressing up.
The ghost market was also decorated with lanterns and streamers, exuding a festive atmosphere.
Many shops on the streets had closed, preparing for the upcoming good days.
The shops that were still open were bustling with activity.
"Pork, pork, fresh meat! You can take some to eat on the road."
"The latest eyeballs! They'll definitely make you the most dazzling one on the street!"
"Blood robes, '82 vintage blood robes! Anyone want one? You can smell them from a hundred meters away!"
Sellers of dry food, clothing, props...
Even the most popular establishment in the ghost market, Yichun Lou.
The girls inside had all transformed into makeup artists.
In this atmosphere,
even some underground fighting arenas that gambled with ghost energy had closed.
Fang Lili walked down the street, observing everything around her.
For a moment, she felt lost.
These days, she had spent most of her time in the fighting arena.
Learning combat techniques, learning how to cultivate faster.
Growing through the matches.
Since she had decided to become a ghost envoy, she couldn't find any excuse to be lazy!
She had to go all out to become stronger! To fight!
Only by becoming stronger
would she have the right to apprehend evil spirits and expose the wicked deeds of people like Cai Xing!
Otherwise, her staying here would be meaningless.
However, the arena had suddenly closed these past two days.
This left Fang Lili feeling a bit bewildered, not knowing what to do.
"Miss, come and take a look at our shop. We have the latest styles of heads."
On the roadside, an old woman greeted her.
Fang Lili looked over, her pupils constricting.
On the stall were heads!
There were heads of the old, the women, the children...
Her ghost energy was instantly stimulated, and she assumed a fighting stance.
"Where did you get these?!"
The old woman looked at her as if she was making a fuss over nothing. "What are you so excited about? These are all from voluntary sales.
Now that they're ghosts, these bodies aren't that important anymore. It's better to sell them for some money."
As she spoke, the old woman picked up a short-haired female head from her stall. "Here, this was my original head. Want to take a look?"
There are countless ghosts in the Underworld.
Not all ghosts can rest in peace after death and have a place to belong.
Those lonely wandering spirits, in order to survive longer or live a better life,
will sell their bodies, which they consider useless.
Besides heads, there are also arms and legs.
Any part of the body can be traded.
Fang Lili realized at this moment.
There was no resentment emanating from these heads, so she frowned and asked, "What's the use of these things?"
"Miss, you must be new here and don't know, right?"
The old woman clearly saw many naive newcomers. She explained, "It's almost the Ghost Festival.
At that time, the gates of the Underworld will open, and all ghosts can go to the human world for a stroll.
Whether you want to visit relatives at home or scare a stray cat..."
Saying this, the old woman gave her a knowing look.
"You can do whatever you want then~"
"Ghost Festival..." Fang Lili murmured softly, lost in thought.