That's all for today's live stream.
After observing all the team members again, Jiang Lin returned to the Eighteenth Hall.
He turned off the live stream.
While it could have remained on, there was nothing else to broadcast.
Moreover, the duration of today's stream was sufficient.
Three live stream missions, a total of 1500 points.
With no team members in the Eighteenth Hall, only Jiang Lin remained.
It was likely that the cleaning ghosts had already made a sweep before his return.
At present, only a few were left in the main hall, drifting about aimlessly.
Jiang Lin sat down at his desk, a glow flashing in his hand.
A Soul Ferrying Register, about two centimeters thick, appeared in his hand.
On the desk were the papers he had been using for notes these past few days.
Looking at these two items before him, Jiang Lin crossed his arms and began to ponder and summarize.
Although the observation period these past few days was not long, he had gained a general understanding of the twenty team members in terms of their work.
Some enjoyed sleeping, some loved binge-watching dramas, and some got lost.
There were those like Chu Wang, who were high-performing and serious, and the elderly Fu Jia, who used her weapon as a walking stick.
And then there was Li Xiao, whose work style leaned towards that of a Black Wuchang.
It was understandable to deal with troublesome ghosts.
However, Li Xiao's reactions, from discovering a ghost to taking action, were...
Rather than being swift and decisive, he was too eager.
Yet, his reaction at the time didn't seem like he was seeking credit or trying to show off his abilities.
His gaze, his aura.
It was as if he had seen an enemy.
He seemed to harbor a near-obsessive loathing for the troublesome ghosts.
So much so that the moment he discovered one, he had to deal with it immediately.
When he delivered the killing blow, there was no hesitation or pause.
Clearly, both physically and subconsciously, he believed this was the right way to act.
Jiang Lin leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the roof beams above.
Had he experienced something?
Under these circumstances, why did he become a White Wuchang?
Did the Ghost Messenger Internship Department have some considerations when assigning him?
Jiang Lin looked at the papers on his desk, his heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.
His team, twenty ghost messengers.
Almost all of them had strong styles and distinct personalities.
It seemed normal, yet also somewhat abnormal.
Was this ultimately good or bad?
After a long while, Jiang Lin shook his head.
He began to make adjustments to the work.
What he could do now was to try and resolve the problems he had discovered.
To do his best to lead this team.
After all, all that salary and benefits weren't earned for free.
He reassigned a newly promoted ghost messenger to a senior colleague.
He also noted down new points of attention he had discovered today.
Two of the newly promoted ghost messengers, perhaps in a short while,
Would be able to work independently and graduate.
Having finished today's work, Jiang Lin moved away a cleaning ghost that had approached him and stood up.
For now, this would be the arrangement.
The affairs of the Eighteenth Team had, for the most part, passed the initial busy period and could now operate autonomously.
He could also relax a bit.
He should go find Xu Shuzi for a meal.
This was something Jiang Lin had wanted to do for a long time.
He had been promoted and received a raise, so he should treat him to a meal.
Besides, they hadn't gotten together in a long time.
Jiang Lin strode out of the Eighteenth Hall and headed towards Xu Shuzi's house.
However, upon arrival, he learned that Xu Shuzi had been very busy lately.
Each time he returned briefly, he would immediately set off again.
To stay for a meal before leaving?
When Jiang Lin arrived, Xu Shuzi's wife, Xu Zhao, was cooking.
Having known Jiang Lin for so many years, Xu Shuzi had a certain understanding of him.
He wasn't one of those disreputable types.
Moreover.
Her husband had also mentioned that Jiang Lin had no relatives in the underworld and not many friends.
As brothers, their family should take good care of him.
They could visit more often and shouldn't be guarded.
Usually, when their family made something delicious, they would invite Jiang Lin over or have the children bring some to him.
That was why Xu Zhao asked the question now.
Jiang Lin: No need, sister-in-law. I just came to visit. I have other things to attend to.
He knew how good their family was.
But precisely because of this, he had to avoid any impropriety.
Any good relationship requires both parties to maintain it.
It's not that because the relationship is good, one can be reckless.
Seeing this, Xu Zhao didn't press further, only saying:
Then, when he returns next time, I'll ask him to come find you.
Okay. Then sister-in-law, you all eat first. I'll be going now.
After leaving Xu Shuzi's house, Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh.
That guy seems even busier than me.
The meal would have to wait for another time.
As he walked back, Jiang Lin passed by the mission center.
His steps paused.
He suddenly remembered. He seemed to have one mission left to complete.
He had accepted two missions at once before.
One was to investigate a matter where a human's fate was constantly being altered.
The other was about a ghost wedding.
He had dealt with the fate-altering one at the time, and even brought back a ghost that was about to explode from being too full.
However, the wedding one, as it wasn't time yet, he had temporarily set aside.
But with so many things happening recently, he had forgotten about it.
Jiang Lin quickly took out the mission information and looked at it, then couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead.
The wedding had taken place two days ago.
He waved his hand and opened the underworld passage.
Now that he had time, he would deal with that troublesome ghost.
Su Cheng had a feeling of living in a dream lately.
First, he won the lottery, and then he was confessed to and proposed to by a beautiful woman.
Moreover, the woman insisted on no betrothal gifts and even offered a traditional courtyard house as dowry.
Whose surname would the children take? He asked, a little uncertainly.
Could this be an arranged marriage where he would be the live-in son-in-law?
Naturally, they would take the surname Su.
At that time, the beautiful woman, lying in his arms, said gently.
She was so sweet and lovely, her voice as pleasant as the song of an oriole.
With a creak, Su Cheng opened the bedroom door.
"Greetings, Master Su." At the doorway, two slender women curtsied slightly.
Their long hair was styled into symmetrical buns, and they wore blue gauze skirts.
They truly looked like maids.
"Uh, good."
Hearing this address again, Su Cheng still felt a little unaccustomed.
According to Xiao Nuo, this was to complement the traditional architecture.
"Don't you think it has a lot of charm like this?" his wife, Fu Nuo, said.
"It's quite nice."
For Su Cheng, who was accustomed to modern styles, simulating ancient life like this was quite novel.
He walked through the corridors, admiring the traditional architecture.
Because of the wedding a couple of days ago, there were still many red couplets and "囍" characters on the railings and windows.
This mansion is truly vast.
Various corridors, gardens.
It was just like a large traditional household.
Setting aside the location for now, just such an exquisite house would have cost a considerable amount to build.
Su Cheng walked all the way to the garden and sat down on a stone bench nearby.
As soon as he sat down, he heard a splash.
He followed the sound and saw a rather large pond nearby, with rockeries and green plants in it.
Lush and verdant.
Were there koi fish? Or other animals?
Splash.
Another sound of water.
Su Cheng leaned over and pushed aside a lotus leaf.
The water in the pond was reflected as a vibrant green by the lotus leaves, and with the shadows, it wasn't very clear.
He watched for a while, but couldn't see anything resembling a koi fish.
Could it be ducks?
Just as he was thinking, the water in front of him suddenly rippled.
Splash.
A pale face burst out of the water, its icy breath no more than three centimeters from Su Cheng's face.
[PS: Xu Shuzi (shu), Jiang Lin's Black Wuchang friend, who came down with his family, including his child.]