"Hiss~ Taking a deep breath of 82-year-old air to calm my nerves. (Scared.jpg.)"
"The most bewitching fox spirit, speaking the gentlest words, making the most horrifying dishes..."
"Those who dare to eat are true loves (Thinking.jpg.) Brothers, who dares to go?"
"This female ghost is truly black-hearted, selling even her own child! No wonder she's here!"
"I'll never underestimate women again, especially the exceptionally beautiful ones. My heavens..."
Seeing these scenes, the viewers in the live stream shivered involuntarily.
They recalled the former Meng Po of the Eastern Hall, beautiful as she was, who had dug out the heart of the mighty general with a single claw.
Then there was Xin Ya, the princess who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting, from the academically challenged ghost domain of the Southern Hall.
She trained the underachievers like a military drill, her word absolute, her aura powerful.
And now, the Dream Fox from the Western Hall, whose beauty was so captivating it made one's heart race...
But now, the viewers clutched their chests.
They dared not jump in anymore.
Their lives were more important.
Some viewers began to regret not listening to the streamer and wishing they had exited earlier. tat.
Now that they were halfway through, even if they exited, they wouldn't be able to forget.
Indeed, curiosity killed the cat.
"Sob sob sob~ Let me watch the streamer more to calm my nerves."
The small live stream orb moved, and two cameras directly turned towards the Dream Fox in the center.
...
In the live stream footage—
As the large fire brought the soup base to a boil, waves of mouth-watering sour and spicy aroma spread throughout the Ninth Level of Hell.
The ghosts in the audience sniffed, their eyes shining.
Their appetites soared.
"Is it ready?"
"Can we eat now? Meng Meng, hurry and serve! (¯﹃¯)"
"So fragrant, I'll reserve a portion!"
Slurp~
A Rui, next to Jiang Lin, suddenly slurped.
Her wandering thoughts were pulled back.
—This dish looks delicious.
"Is it that fragrant?"
The viewers who had just vomited turned around and saw this scene.
Gurgle~
Their stomachs were already empty after throwing up their breakfast.
"It's over, I'm feeling so strange, I want to eat again, but I also want to vomit..."
"Am I sick?"
"Brother in front, you can order takeout, put it in your mouth, chew it, and then spit it out."
"How can that be? It's too wasteful. Listen to me, didn't you just throw it up? The three-second rule, you can still..."
"Blech—!"
"Demon—Blech! I could still hold on—Blech!"
...
The sour and spicy soup was quickly devoured by the ghosts.
Very appetizing!
The soul aura of the middle-aged woman was once again gathered into the circular ghost artifact rotating slowly above.
A Rui confirmed Jiang Lin's guess: these ghosts would return to their respective hellish floors after the food festival ended.
Most of the ghosts attending the food festival were those whose work shifts had long ended but were unable to reincarnate.
Their obsessions and resentments were too deep.
According to the philosophy of the Western Hall, those who create karma must repay it.
Those who bear the fruit must resolve it.
Therefore.
Each food festival would summon many ghosts from hell to participate.
But not all ghosts who came to watch could leave smoothly.
Some did not encounter the 'dish' they wanted to see.
Others had obsessions too deep to be easily dispelled.
In their hearts, these wicked ghosts deserved more, much more, torture.
This was not enough, not enough...
Why could some people so easily decide to harm others? To destroy the happiness they had painstakingly earned?
Therefore, these ghosts refused to leave.
They refused to let go of the wicked ghosts sent to hell, and they refused to let go of themselves.
They wanted to witness with their own eyes, to hear with their own ears...
Thus, the food festivals were held again and again.
Some ghosts reincarnated, while others continued to stay.
One year, two years... ten years...
How long would it take for them to be satisfied, to forgive themselves?
They didn't know either.
...
"However, Lord Jiang Wu Chang."
A Rui suddenly looked at Jiang Lin seriously, "Do you know, many of us here have watched your live stream."
Through Jiang Wu Chang, they saw a different human world, a different underworld.
They saw the role of the ghost envoys within it.
They saw so many humans who wanted to help when danger appeared.
When children were trafficked, when someone fell into the water, when someone was robbed...
There were always viewers who stepped forward, as if saying: I'm here!
They also saw ghosts who remained in the human world, yet dedicated themselves to saving people.
Of course, conversely, there were also many bad people and bad ghosts.
But...
"Those ghosts who cannot leave and reincarnate have seen too much of the darkness."
What they needed was precisely those things that they had forgotten, hidden away.
So...
A Rui took a deep breath and said word by word: "Lord Jiang Wu Chang, thank you."
Since Jiang Wu Chang's live stream appeared, the number of ghosts leaving during each food festival had increased.
Some even left without participating in the food festival, their obsessions dispelled.
A Rui's friend was one of them.
She personally witnessed the ghostly energy on her friend's body dissipate bit by bit, until she returned to the state of a lost soul.
She personally saw her off to the reincarnation path.
"I hope your live stream can continue forever!"
A Rui smiled.
These were words she had always, always wanted to tell Jiang Wu Chang in person.
—It's truly wonderful that the 'Daily Healing in the Underworld' live stream can exist!
Jiang Lin glanced at her, "Mm, I understand."
...
...
"..."
After speaking, A Rui's ears suddenly turned red.
Ahhh! Did she really say it?
Was it her who said those words just now?
How could she say such shy things?
She, why would she say it during the food festival? If she was going to say it, she should have chosen a better place, ahhh—!
While A Rui was experiencing a delayed embarrassment.
Ahead, the third appetizer was also ready.
Sweet and sour pork ribs, made by simmering the most delicious spare ribs in the pot.
The aroma was intoxicating.
They were snatched up as soon as they were out of the pot.
Apart from the ribs, the Dream Fox used the leftover scraps to make a large stew.
Afterward, she stopped her hands.
Swish!
The eighth-generation Qi-Slaying Blade spun in her hand and was sheathed at her waist.
The patterns on the blade were faintly visible, like clusters of flames, or like fox tails.
"The appetizers are done, now we begin the main courses~"
The Dream Fox tapped her toes on the ground, activating a teleportation array. Waves of light lit up.
Moments later, a dozen bound ghosts appeared on them.
In addition, there was a standing female ghost, dressed in a white chef's uniform.
Her long bangs covered her eyes, and her face was expressionless.
Qin Zhou Zhou raised her hand, her voice perfectly modulated, "Yo! Hello everyone! I'm here to help."
After speaking, she raised her eyelids and saw Jiang Lin in the audience seats.
Jiang Lin: "..."
As expected, Qin Zhou Zhou would definitely come to an event like the food festival.
However, Jiang Lin hadn't expected her to go directly to the inner area.
It could only be said that the power of information was truly powerful.
"The ingredients have all arrived~"
The three tails behind the Dream Fox swayed happily, her red lips parting slightly.
She announced, "The ordering phase begins!"
...