"Working in the underworld for hundreds of years..."
Tai Qin's words were like a basin of cold water in winter, chilling the viewers in the live stream to the bone.
From the inside out, they were all chilled.
As expected, good dreams weren't that easy to come by.
And good dreams shining into reality were even harder.
Some viewers subconsciously imagined that if it only took a hundred years to create an opportunity...
"Working while alive, and then working after death? Working for the latter half of your life while alive, and for the next life after death??"
"True·worker working spirit."
"And since the underworld is long-lived, one works for hundreds or thousands of years... endless. (I swallowed nervously)"
"I think it's feasible. Aren't we working now because we don't have money? If we can have money in the next life, won't we be able to end the cycle of poverty for three generations? Otherwise, we'll be working life after life."
"How familiar these words are, just like we say now that children should lay a good foundation from scratch... the underworld also sets the script from reincarnation."
The bullet comments were in constant debate.
Some felt it wasn't worth it.
Working for another hundred years just to change a little something?
It sounded terrifying.
As the saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own fortunes.
Let the next generation worry about their own affairs.
For this life, it's best to just be a salted fish.
Work a bit, stroll around, eat and drink.
Just live this life well.
If you think about too much, life would be too tiring.
...
Others felt it was very worthwhile.
In their lives, they had experienced ups and downs, as if luck had never favored them.
Sometimes, after finally obtaining something that belonged to them, it would be destroyed.
Sometimes happiness was within reach, but they watched it slip through their fingers.
For them, it wasn't about how bitter the past was, but the fear that after enduring it all, there would still be no sweetness.
They feared their persistence was just a joke.
They craved power, longed for an opportunity to change their current situation.
Even if it meant paying a greater price.
This life...
Living was too difficult.
So bitter!
...
In the live stream, there were tens of thousands of viewers.
They had different lives, or similar experiences.
How they chose, and whether they were conflicted, only they themselves knew.
With such an opportunity before them, it was a lie to say they weren't tempted.
But, just like those souls standing before the [Turning Point].
Not everyone had the courage.
Looking at the live stream again—that middle-aged man who had run out of the ghost market.
The viewers felt a bit of admiration.
According to Tai Qin, this middle-aged man was also one of those who chose to work hard and change.
In the picture,
Tai Qin brought the middle-aged man to the operation console and pointed to the personal information visible only to the two of them.
"This is what you chose yourself, wanting to give your son a chance to be a normal person. Are you sure you want to give up now?"
"If you are sure, I will take you to drink Meng Po's soup."
He didn't ask the middle-aged man why he wanted to give up, nor did he persuade him to persevere.
Tai Qin simply laid out the facts before him, helping him recall his original choice.
The original intention of his efforts.
"..."
Looking at the information on the screen, the middle-aged man's eyes instantly turned red.
He suddenly covered his face with his hands.
Whether he was breaking down or struggling, he didn't know.
Yes, he remembered.
He remembered why he stayed, to be a worker soul whose working years were unknown.
His son...
If he didn't seize this opportunity now, his future son would be a person with intellectual disabilities.
Living in a daze for his entire life.
He wanted to fight for something for his son in the next life.
Because in this life, he had never had the joy of children, nor had he experienced the blessings of descendants.
"Sir, please let me go back."
After a long while, the middle-aged man lowered his hands.
He raised his head, his eyes red, and said to Tai Qin.
Since he knew, since he had this opportunity, he would never let himself do nothing.
Not strive for anything.
That was his future son.
Who would hold his hand with soft little hands, and from babbling to crisply calling him "Dad."
Before, he could only watch other people's children.
And now,
He knew he would have a child in the future, and he knew so many things...
How could he not do something for him?
"Are you sure?" Tai Qin asked.
"I'm sure!"
"Good!"
Tai Qin waved his hand, and a ghost attendant stepped forward and took the middle-aged man back.
On the path of perseverance, anyone could have thoughts of giving up, and that was not shameful.
If you give up, you give up, and everything is void.
But if you persevere, you will get what you want.
They in the West Hall never lied.
After the middle-aged man left, Tai Qin looked at the ghost officers from the East and South Halls and explained:
"In the West Hall, you can strive for something in your next life through your own efforts."
"If you are inherently technical or intelligent, you will also be more likely to gain numerical values and achieve change during the process of striving."
Numerical values were akin to digitizing a person's performance and contributions in the underworld.
"The West Hall cherishes talent," Tai Qin said with a smile.
After resolving the middle-aged man's matter, he then brought up the next arrangements.
"You've waited a long time. Shall I show you where you'll be staying now?"
"Sure."
Xu Youzhi sighed, "This ghost artifact called [Turning Point] is very interesting."
The ghost officers from the East Hall had no objections to the arrangements of the West Hall.
Even if they did, they wouldn't stir up trouble over such a small matter.
Moreover, while they were out on a mission, seeing and learning more was also a kind of gain.
Li Suo and Dang Ran followed behind, muttering to each other in whispers.
"Brother, look, this guy is talking about how good their West Hall is again! Bragging!"
Li Suo nodded and whispered back, "Exactly!"
Dang Ran puffed out his cheeks, "He even brought us here specifically and said so much, I think he's just saying it for the viewers in the human world!"
"Exactly! It's all for Jiang Wuchang."
This West Hall is too cunning!
If they were humans, it would be fine if they didn't know.
But now that they were told about such an opportunity, they would surely have some thoughts!
And after having thoughts? That would definitely be to send money first!
Send money to the underworld first, to get familiar with things...
Li Suo and Dang Ran saw many humans doing this.
If you want things done, you have to give a red envelope first, and the red envelope contains money.
The West Hall is too good at this!
As Li Suo and Dang Ran were thinking, the West Hall ghost officer leading the way had already stopped.
"We're here."
Tai Qin introduced, "You will be staying here during your time in the West Hall. You can also find us if you need anything."
All the ghost officers in the West Hall knew that ghost officers from other halls had arrived.
He believed that many ghosts would be happy to help.
"We're here already?"
Li Suo raised his head and was stunned.
His heart skipped a beat.
Holy crap!
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