The streamer is the best!
My grandmother was just buried. I'll try burning incense when the time comes.
Streamer, please send me a dream. My dad always said our ancestors were officials!
After the soul returned on the seventh day, the viewers in the livestream room did not disperse.
Following the streamer's camera, they once again saw the deep path of the Yellow Springs.
They also accompanied the streamer to see Dou Dou off onto the Bridge of Helplessness and drink the Meng Po soup.
Before leaving, Dou Dou gave the plush bear in her arms to Jiang Lin.
"Thank you, big brother! I'll give this to you!"
Jiang Lin looked at the plush bear in his hand and put it away.
If Dou Dou's mother truly accumulated merit later, Dou Dou's reincarnation journey would naturally be smoother.
He glanced at the livestream chat, only to find these guys spamming about Meng Po.
"Holy crap, was that Meng Po just now? Streamer, I want to see Meng Po!"
"Even though we only saw her back, based on my years of discerning people, she's definitely a great beauty!"
"Upstairs, it could also be a skeletal beauty. This is the underworld, after all."
"Long flowing hair, graceful figure. A beautiful woman is what a gentleman desires!"
"Streamer, ignore those crazy people upstairs. Just send me Meng Po's picture separately."
On the other side of the Bridge of Helplessness, a figure could be faintly seen stirring a pot of soup.
Her long hair was half-tied up, she wore ancient clothing with a pattern of spider lilies, and her graceful figure was alluring.
Every movement exuded a certain charm.
A single glance was enough to make her unforgettable.
Jiang Lin was free at the moment and didn't mind chatting with them a bit more:
"It is said that Meng Po is waiting for someone, and has been stagnant here for thousands of years.
It's fine for you to joke around, but be careful that Meng Po doesn't come looking for you."
The livestream chat paused for a few seconds before erupting.
"The streamer's serious warning is so cool! I'm drooling!"
"Streamer, I was wrong. Great-Grandmother Meng Po, I beg for mercy!"
"Thanks for the reminder, streamer. I'm going to kneel and thank her now!"
"Upstairs, are you using a durian or a keyboard to atone?"
"Brother, I'm using instant noodles!"
Jiang Lin put away his mourning stick and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the Ghost Market today!"
"Witnessing the sights of the Underworld is also part of promoting its culture."
The Ghost Market was always bustling.
The overall layout of the Ghost Market in the livestream was similar to the human world, only the people and things on the streets were different.
Ghosts wore ancient-style robes and moved through the streets.
The sounds of hawking and shouting mingled together.
Red lanterns hung above the restaurants and on the small carts, creating a festive atmosphere.
The viewers in the livestream were dazzled.
"Look at that butcher selling meat, he has a pig's head! Is he selling his own flesh?"
"Don't say it, I'm eating a late-night snack now, *gag*."
"There's even a brothel, oh my god, so many young ladies! This is a living ancient bustling city!"
"To die under the peony is to be a romantic ghost!"
"Those in front are really brave. Go dancing on graves at midnight, it'll guarantee you a night of pleasure!"
Arriving at the Ghost Market, Jiang Lin also relaxed.
He occasionally watched street performances and browsed the newly opened stalls.
"This is ox eye tears, it can help you see ghosts," Jiang Lin pointed to a small item at a stall and said to the livestream.
"That one over there is Ghost's Bane, it's a medicinal herb."
"That little bell is used to attract lonely wandering souls."
After casually answering a few comments, Jiang Lin encountered a fellow colleague, Xu Shuzi, with whom he had a good conversation.
The other party was a Black Wuchang.
His attire was also the complete opposite of Jiang Lin's.
Jiang Lin was dressed in white, with the words "Yi Jian Sheng Cai" (See Wealth at a Glance) written on his tall hat.
The other party was dressed in black, with the words "Tian Xia Tai Ping" (Peace Under Heaven) written on his tall hat.
After greeting each other, Xu Shuzi lamented:
"Work hasn't been easy lately."
"A few days ago, I went on a mission with a Ghost General. Good heavens, those ghosts were all incredibly fierce."
"There were ghost infants buried alive, and those ghost husbands and wives..."
"I don't know how they grew, but their strength has increased so much."
Jiang Lin listened intently, which was one of the reasons he focused so much on improving his cultivation.
"Brother Shuzi, be careful when you're on missions, stay safe."
"You too, be careful and stay safe."
Xu Shuzi patted Jiang Lin on the shoulder and floated away.
The viewers in the livestream, emboldened by the fact that other ghost officers couldn't see them, went wild in the comments.
"Wow, this Black Wuchang brother revealed way too much information!"
"Streamer, streamer, are all Black Wuchangs this dark? I'll cry if you become this dark too!"
"Are people really buried alive these days??? Which remote corner is it? Streamer, tell us, we'll report them!"
"The ghost husbands and wives thing is too realistic, lol. There are so many in some online novels."
"Ghosts are mostly formed from malice, resentment, and desire. The human world creates ghosts, and the Underworld collects them."
"If one day the human world truly had no ghosts, I wonder what would happen to the Underworld, and what would happen to them."
Jiang Lin pondered for a while but didn't delve deeper.
It was like the three great philosophical questions of life; without sufficient personal strength, thinking about them was futile.
He turned the livestream camera to the Ghost Market, letting the livestream drone fly in front of various stalls, taking the viewers from the human world on a tour.
He himself opened the system backend to check.
Only Jiang Lin could see the system page, so he wasn't worried about being discovered.
"Congratulations to the host for breaking one million viewers, earning 1000 points!"
"Promoting Underworld Culture: Soul's Return on the Seventh Day, earning 500 points!"
"Promoting Underworld Culture: Ghost Market Scenery, earning 300 points!"
"New livestream mission released: Obtain Heart of Faith (528/1000)"
"The popularity for promoting the soul's return on the seventh day and the Ghost Market wasn't that different. However, the points differed by 200."
"It seems that the points for promoting Underworld culture are related to popularity and influence on the human world."
"But..."
"New livestream mission, Heart of Faith? The purpose of the livestream is to promote Underworld culture."
"So, Heart of Faith refers to those who believe in the existence of the Underworld and hold it in awe?"
"There are only over five hundred Hearts of Faith so far, does that mean..."
"That over five hundred people have gained faith in the Underworld through his livestream?"
As Jiang Lin was thinking, he suddenly noticed a furtive shadow out of the corner of his eye.
It was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, curled up by the courtyard wall of a shop, in the middle of a small alley.
Jiang Lin secretly clenched his mourning stick in his sleeve and walked towards the alley.
Seeing someone approach, the shadow raised its head, revealing a masked face.
A red ghost mask, with a ferocious expression.
They sold these at the Ghost Market too.
"What are you doing here?" Jiang Lin asked, "Which ghost are you?"
The masked figure turned its head away, refusing to answer.
With its arms crossed, it appeared unwilling to engage.
Jiang Lin couldn't be bothered and left after dropping a sentence.
"This alley is so dark, be careful not to be accidentally eaten by someone coming out of the shop."
The masked figure was unfazed.
After Jiang Lin left, the masked figure quickly got up, looking left and right.
There were many eateries and lodgings nearby, with many drunken ghosts.
Seeing this, the masked figure walked towards the alley entrance, looking for an opportunity to relocate.
After another group of people left the adjacent eatery and lodging, the masked figure straightened its back.
It walked out boldly.
After taking just two steps, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and pulled her back into the alley.
The masked figure exclaimed, "Who is itβ"
Before the words were out, a steady voice came from behind:
"A living soul?"
The masked figure's heart sank.