Deep in the night,
The suburbs were swept by a fierce wind.
The little girl was enveloped in a layer of black mist.
Blood tears appeared on her face, and her pupils glowed red.
She looked terrifying.
Without the host needing to say it, the viewers knew.
She was about to demonize.
Jiang Lin frowned, and his mourning staff appeared out of thin air.
It was condensed with Yin energy that was almost tangible, tens of times stronger than the surrounding mist.
The mourning staff descended with immense force, finally stopping just above the little girl's head.
It happened in an instant.
The Yin energy around the little girl was instantly repelled, and clarity returned to her eyes.
"Calm down. If this continues, you will kill your mother,"
Jiang Lin said indifferently, his face devoid of emotion.
He had seen such things too many times.
The mourning staff had the effect of stunning ghosts and restoring their consciousness.
After the little girl regained her senses, she looked at the car with reluctance.
"Big brother, if I leave, will I never see Mom again?"
"You've done very well."
Jiang Lin led the little girl away.
The surrounding environment began to blur at some point.
"The host is mighty!"
"That mourning staff was acted so well!"
"Honestly, when the host raised the mourning staff just now, I thought he was going to smash it on the little loli's head."
"I thought so too, I even forgot to breathe."
The viewers in the live stream finally came to their senses.
It was truly that the moment the mourning staff was raised.
It seemed to gather the momentum of thousands of troops.
If it had been struck down like that, the little girl would have been gone.
They were almost scared to pee.
Unexpectedly, the host just tapped it lightly.
"Honestly, the host is quite gentle."
"Agree with the above."
"Huh, these big red flowers by the roadside have no leaves. Could they be Lycoris radiata?"
The live stream's view had changed at some point.
Only a road remained in front, paved with various stones.
Along the road, a line of souls walked slowly.
On both sides of the road bloomed Lycoris radiata, with flowers but no leaves.
Red and enchanting, red as blood, captivating the mind.
In clusters.
From a distance, it looked like a river of blood.
"Holy cow, flowers and leaves never meet, lovers yearn for each other but are forever separated.
"Is this the Yellow Springs Road? It's too realistic."
"Heavens, if someone sent me a bouquet of these flowers, I'd marry them. They're too beautiful!"
"Above, this is the Yellow Springs Road, calm down."
"Above, show us your picture first (doge)."
Jiang Lin released the old and young souls.
Seeing the line of souls, they followed to the end of the line without any guidance.
After sending the souls here, Jiang Lin's work was basically completed.
He floated in the air with his arms crossed, and from this perspective, he could see the entire line of souls.
"This is the Yellow Springs Road, where the souls of the dead enter after death."
"Further ahead are the Bridge of Forgetfulness, the Stone of Three Lives, and drinking the Meng Po soup."
As Jiang Lin explained, the popularity of the live stream surged.
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for your first live stream, popularity reaching 10,000!"
"Reward: 500 points!"
"Ding~ Host popularizes underworld culture: Yellow Springs Road, gain 100 points."
"Ding~ Host's points exceed one hundred, the mall is now open!"
Jiang Lin paused, "Is it already ten thousand popularity?"
Jiang Lin didn't know that although there were fewer people at night than during the day, there were also many night owls.
Coupled with the car accident scene just now, it had indeed attracted many people.
Many people had already begun to speculate.
Is this host a real ghost messenger?
Or a madman seeking traffic?
"That's all for today, I'm closing."
Seeing the old and young souls disappear at the end of the road, Jiang Lin turned off the live stream.
The live stream immediately went black.
All the viewers hadn't reacted yet.
"You're closing just like that? Host, don't you want popularity?"
"Host is awesome, closing the stream at peak popularity."
"Handsome Guy rewards the host with a hot air balloon * 1."
"My cousin who is at the police station just confirmed that there was a car accident in the suburbs. You'll probably see the news tomorrow."
"??? So that car accident wasn't with extras?"
"Did the host plan the car accident???"
"Holy cow, is the host really a Black and White Impermanence??"
Those with connections had already learned about the events through relevant channels.
Some believed that the host had planned a murder.
Others believed that the host might indeed be a ghost messenger.
However.
No matter what the viewers in the live stream discussed, Jiang Lin no longer paid attention.
He returned to his own dwelling.
A not-so-luxurious small wooden house.
That's right, there are thousands of ghost messengers, and they have their own dwellings.
And where they live is often proportional to their abilities and wealth.
From this leaky wooden house, one could see what level Jiang Lin's strength and wealth were at.
In the underworld,
Houses and territories were not only for living but also for cultivation.
The better the house, the denser the Yin energy within, and the faster the cultivation speed.
However,
Through various sources and signs,
It seemed that he had died of poverty in his previous life.
And he was lonely with no family.
Therefore, there was no inheritance.
Nor was there anyone to burn ghost money for him.
After returning to the house, Jiang Lin finally opened the mall to browse.
The mall had all sorts of things, a wide variety.
But for him now, strength was the most important thing.
Although his current work was very easy, he might encounter trouble at any time.
After all, the cultivation of ghosts and monsters was ever-changing.
"I have 600 points now."
Jiang Lin looked around and directly bought three small Yin Qi Pills.
Each Yin Qi Pill cost 200 points, and its effect was equivalent to an experience pill.
As soon as it entered his mouth, it transformed into a large amount of Yin energy that surged into his dantian, swirling at the entrance.
Jiang Lin quickly sat down and began to cultivate.
As the six o'clock alarm rang in the morning.
Zhong He hurriedly got up to catch the light rail to work.
He had completely forgotten about the phone call he received last night.
It took over an hour to get to work from here.
The light rail was crowded.
He was squeezed among them, swaying with the crowd, feeling like a piece of filling.
After getting off the light rail, he bought two large steamed buns downstairs and hurried upstairs.
The day's work began.
However, vaguely, he always felt that he had forgotten something.
But he couldn't recall the specifics.
"Old Zhong, don't just stand there. We might have to work overtime today."
"Okay, I'm coming."
Zhong He quickly finished his lunch and buried himself in work again.
The day passed quickly in work.
At seven in the evening, Zhong He returned home, and dinner was already prepared.
Seeing his wife, he always felt like he had forgotten something.
But he really couldn't remember.
It was probably unimportant; he would remember it naturally when the time came.
This continued for two days, until the morning of the third day.
He was organizing company reports when he suddenly received a call from his son's school.
"Hello, is this Little Monkey's father?"
"Hello, I am."
Zhong He had a vague premonition.
Something in his mind seemed about to break through.