Jiang Lin's gaze swept over the twenty team members before him, his hands clasped behind his back.
In Team Eighteen, I have only two requirements for you.
One, be responsible for your work and the souls you guide.
Two, be responsible for your own safety.
Most ghosts, the moment they decide to become ghost messengers, have expectations.
Wanting to protect something, change something, or possess something.
These expectations eventually transform into wishes.
If they lose their lives, those expectations turn to dust.
They can no longer be fulfilled, nor can that moment be witnessed.
As for Jiang Lin, when he wanted to become a ghost messenger, he was probably drawn to the benefits of the position.
Compared to the chaos of the ghost market, a ghost messenger was an official position, offering good benefits and environment.
After ascending to the Ghost King realm and regaining his memory, Jiang Lin had pondered this.
His choice to become a ghost messenger might have been influenced by some aspects of his mortal life.
Although his memory was gone, certain habits and instincts from his past life were retained.
He was accustomed to gathering information.
He also preferred a fixed residence and job, no longer having to wander aimlessly.
But regardless of the reason, since he chose to do this, Jiang Lin would certainly do it well.
Previously, it was about being responsible for his work and his own life.
Now, one more thing had to be added.
Responsibility for his team members.
Upon hearing these two requirements, the team members who had been on high alert were taken aback.
They had expected their new captain to issue some strict orders, or to assert his authority with a "new official's three fires" approach.
The lives of ghost messengers were considered cheap.
A certain Ghost King once publicly stated:
"If you cannot do your job well, if you cannot realize your value, then your lives, including mine, are worthless. So even if you die, do not let it interfere with your work!"
There were also some superiors who held the opposite view.
They believed that the lives of ghost messengers were also lives.
To protect others, one must first protect oneself.
These two viewpoints within the Underworld were often sources of amusement for other ghosts.
"Why be a ghost messenger? Aren't you still like us, with lives not your own? At least we can act recklessly."
When ghost messengers encountered crises, they faced a major dilemma.
Should they protect themselves first, or the souls or humans?
Protecting others inevitably meant neglecting oneself.
Protecting oneself made it difficult to attend to others.
The team members looked at their new captain.
Their captain, was he...
expecting both?
Although they wished for it, wasn't this a bit too willful?
Wasn't this thought a bit too naive?
As they were thinking, a loud, resonant voice suddenly echoed from within the ghost messenger team.
"Yes, Captain!"
The voice, the reply, was powerful and resolute.
Confident and firm.
The other team members turned to see the last ghost messenger to report, the one who spoke so casually.
He stood straight, his expression serious.
He looked...
somewhat unreliable.
Was his name Nie Jiu?
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After speaking, Nie Jiu realized his voice was too abrupt.
He subtly glanced at the other ghost messengers beside him.
The other team members quickly averted their gazes.
Nie Jiu: ???
Isn't it natural to manage both work and life?
"Very good. I hope all of you can have Nie Jiu's spirit and confidence," Jiang Lin said calmly, accurately stating Nie Jiu's name.
He had memorized the names and information of every ghost messenger assigned to him.
From the moment they were assigned to him, they were his ghosts.
"If you lack even this spirit and confidence, how can you expect others to believe in your abilities? To believe you can complete your tasks well?"
Jiang Lin's expression was placid, his tone calm, yet it sent a chill through the team members.
Along with it, a strange sense of excitement arose.
Yes, if they themselves lacked this spirit and confidence...
how could they protect souls from malevolent spirits, or even reclaim them?
Perhaps, what the captain said was not naive talk!
Nor was it willful!
Following the captain, they might truly be able to achieve it!
"Yes, Captain!"
"Yes, Captain!"
The team members responded one after another.
Their voices were loud, echoing through the hall.
Regardless of how things were before.
Perhaps, from now on, something new and worth anticipating would emerge!
!!!
Seeing this, the viewers in the live stream also became animated.
"Yes, that's it! The spirit just now was too low!"
"Heads can roll, blood can flow, but first, we must suppress the enemy in spirit!"
"Just like Lord Yama said during the Ghost Festival, let's be mighty!"
"Work is precious, life is more so. If you're confident, you can have both~ (*^▽^*) "
Amidst the viewers' excitement.
A viewer nicknamed "Class Monitor of Chinese" typed furiously on their keyboard.
Class Monitor of Chinese: "Without lengthy speeches, in just a few words, the streamer has clarified the mission of Team Eighteen."
"It both encourages the team members to work hard and ignites their yearning for the future."
Class Monitor of Chinese: "As everyone knows, a new official's first three fires burn away the chaos."
"The second fire burns away the low morale of subordinates."
"The third fire is placed in everyone's hearts, burning fiercely."
"It ignites the team members' fighting spirit and a surge of passion."
Class Monitor of Chinese: "I'm fired up, are you? (dog head)"
This barrage of comments made the viewers exclaim in awe, their scalps tingling.
"I'm smashing six walnuts in return! Show-off, come claim your reward!"
"What you said makes so much sense, I almost believed it!"
"Whether you're fired up or not, you decide!"
As Jiang Lin's twenty team members completed their reporting, at the same moment.
Across various regions, the ghost messengers responsible for compiling soul information found a new entry on their work notebooks.
"Team Eighteen? Another Bai Wuchang detachment?"
In a sealed dark space, a ghost messenger with slightly pointed ears was seated cross-legged in mid-air.
On his lap rested a glowing work notebook.
Around him floated numerous luminous orbs.
Each orb contained the information of a person about to die.
His task was to distribute this information, based on factors like good and evil, to the various Black and White Wuchang captains.
And then, the captains would assign the work to their team members.
Not long ago, a Black Wuchang captain was added, and today, a White Wuchang captain.
"Are there so many probationary ghost messengers being officially appointed this batch?"
The pointed-eared ghost messenger scratched his head, a thought suddenly popping into his mind.
"Could it be that the captains are too busy, so they asked Lord Yama to assign new captains to relieve the pressure?"
The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed!
Just then, a ripple occurred in a corner of this dark space.
A new luminous orb floated in.
A moment later, two more orbs floated in consecutively.
Looking at the orbs floating in the air, waiting to be assigned, the pointed-eared ghost messenger felt overwhelmed.
"Ahhh! Can't you assign another ghost messenger to my region too!"
"Ao?"
On a street in the human world.
The Hellhound, responsible for searching for the aura of those about to die, raised its head in confusion.