If it were me, and I were still this young, I wouldn't want to die either.
It's a pity there's no medicine for regret in this world, just like the streamer said before, cherish life.
Do you think the streamer will let him continue writing?
In the live stream room.
Seeing Yang Siming weeping and unwilling to leave.
The viewers could empathize to some extent.
If given the choice, who would want to leave this world so early?
In their twenties, life is just beginning.
Who hasn't fantasized about achieving great things or finding a sweet romance?
Although they sometimes complain about life, after complaining, they still look forward to the future.
The viewers watched the live stream quietly, wondering what would happen next.
In the bedroom.
Jiang Lin looked at Yang Siming kneeling below and said indifferently:
Seven days. You only have seven days.
Seven days is one cycle. Da Feng Novel Network.
If after seven days, Yang Siming still hasn't walked the path to the Yellow Springs.
Then it wouldn't be his concern.
Thank you, Lord Wuchang! Thank you, Lord Wuchang!
Yang Siming nodded repeatedly, tears and snot flying everywhere.
Appearance was no longer important to him at this moment.
Seven days!
He could still live for seven days!
A week was enough time to do many things.
Yang Siming was grateful that he had watched Lord Wuchang's live stream.
And that he hadn't really run away when his legs went weak earlier.
Just as he wiped away his tears and snot, preparing to return to his body.
Jiang Lin said indifferently, "Alright, then be on your way."
Huh?
Yang Siming suddenly looked up, his expression bewildered and lost.
Be on my way?
To where?
Didn't he still have seven days to live?
Jiang Lin waved his hand, opening a passage to the underworld.
As if sensing his thoughts, Jiang Lin said,
Your mortal body has already died, so naturally, you can only go to the underworld.
With that, he picked up the still-confused Yang Siming and entered the underworld passage.
I usually don't laugh.
The deceased deserve respect, and I usually wouldn't be so impolite. Pfft!
Seeing this, the viewers who were still somewhat serious and sentimental couldn't hold back their laughter.
The sudden shift in tone caught them off guard.
He probably thought he could return to his body. I thought that was impossible earlier.
Pfft~ Author, keep up the good work! Keep writing well in the underworld, we'll be waiting for you!
Seven days ago, the author said this book was only half finished. Can it really be completed?
Yang Siming's readers also started to chime in. The current situation was an unexpected delight for them.
It should be fine, the author's typing speed is so fast.
In the underworld, he probably won't need to eat, drink, or sleep, so he can focus on writing!
Brothers upstairs, you don't really think he'll write diligently, do you?
A viewer raised a question.
Based on the situation in the live stream earlier, Yang Siming's problem with delayed updates was quite severe.
Even in the underworld, he probably won't write diligently.
Moreover, without readers urging him on in the underworld, it's questionable whether he can continue writing the book at all.
Should I offer sacrifices to the ancestors later and ask them to help urge him?
That's assuming you can get the ancestors to cooperate.
The readers fell silent.
The ancestors were not easy to summon.
The ancestor craze from back then, up to now, only a few people have been able to summon the ancestral heritage skills.
Being taught by an ancestor is already good fortune, who would dare to order an ancestor to do things?
At this moment.
The live stream screen followed Jiang Lin into the underworld.
Jiang Lin did not go to the Yellow Springs Road as usual, but instead, carrying Yang Siming, flew in another direction.
The ghost messengers they passed only glanced curiously and did not inquire.
Along the way, Yang Siming kept his eyes tightly shut, his legs trembling with fear.
Because every time he opened his eyes, he would see countless ghost messengers.
Just the streamer, a ghost messenger, was enough to scare him into immobility.
If he kept looking at so many ghost messengers, he feared he would die on the spot.
After an unknown amount of time, the whistling wind gradually subsided.
Yang Siming secretly opened a slit in his eyes and saw houses below.
And he was suspended high in the air.
He gasped and instinctively clenched his legs.
Oh my god, this is too high!
This is the residential area behind the ghost market.
Jiang Lin explained.
He identified the direction in the air and then flew down towards one direction.
Finally, he landed in front of a large mansion.
The residential areas here were basically built in ancient style.
Wooden frames, brick walls, and tiled roofs.
Some houses still retained customs from the human world, with lanterns hung and couplets posted.
However, these couplets had lost their meaning in the human world, mostly consisting of ghostly sayings.
For example:
Upper couplet: Let's change heads today.
Lower couplet: Tomorrow, let's change arms.
Horizontal inscription: Who is happier than me?
And another example:
Upper couplet: Working year after year.
Lower couplet: Coming and going without rest.
Horizontal inscription: Even ghosts find it hard to make money.
These houses looked decent, but they were still inferior to the places where Jiang Lin and other ghost messengers lived.
No matter how good these houses were, they were just ordinary houses, unable to gather Yin energy, nor did they have the special barriers of ghost messenger residences.
At this moment.
The mansion in front of Jiang Lin and Yang Siming not only had couplets but also a plaque.
The plaque had a black background and golden ink.
It read "Shu Mo Zhai" (Book Ink Studio), giving it a scholarly aura.
The couplets, however, were still ghostly sayings.
Upper couplet: Draw your sword and charge into battle.
Lower couplet: Let your imagination run wild and charge ahead.
Horizontal inscription: The will of the people.
Hahaha, I can come up with a few like these too!
Upper couplet: Send me the homework, I'll do it. Lower couplet: I always want to do it, but then I don't. Horizontal inscription: I just want to play!
These are truly talented ghosts!
The one about making money being hard made me laugh so hard, it reminded me of 996!
Not nine hundred ninety-nine, not nine hundred ninety-eight, only nine hundred ninety-six! Limited time sale!
Looking at this, I suddenly feel like I'm also a couplet master (dog head).
The viewers in the live stream followed along.
They had a good look at the style of the underworld residential areas and the talent of these ghosts.
As they watched, they suddenly felt like they were also talented, which amused them.
A man lying in bed watching the live stream suddenly turned to his wife.
He said excitedly, "Wife, this year, how about I try writing our family's couplets?"
The woman, who was doing handicrafts, looked over curiously and asked, "You can write them?"
The man said eagerly, "I think I can try."
"Okay, you can try then."
"Thanks, wife! Hehehe."