The fierce hellhound, lying by the door, could scare away ghosts, couldn't it?
A guard hellhound by the entrance.
While the viewers were still discussing the hellhound, Jiang Lin had already entered the hospital, observing Fu Jia and Ji Yin from the shadows.
Inside the emergency room, a group of doctors were desperately trying to save a patient. The patient, appearing to be in his thirties or forties, was covered in blood, with multiple wounds. He lay still on the bed, lifeless. This was the person the ambulance had brought in.
Defibrillation was ready! The atmosphere in the emergency room was tense and urgent, with no wasted words or movements. The doctors' hands moved repeatedly, striking and then lifting. Sweat beaded on their brows, but their actions remained steady and unwavering.
However, as the electrocardiogram monitor flatlined, the patient was pronounced dead. The doctors' movements slowly ceased, a barely perceptible tremor in their hands. "Why couldn't we save him?" A silence fell over the emergency room.
"Sigh..."
"It's sad. I'm also studying medicine. That's the downside of being a medical student. It's great when you can save someone, but when you can't, you can only watch a life vanish before your eyes."
"No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."
In the live stream, the viewers' attention had shifted back from the hellhound. Seeing this scene, they could all feel a sense of the doctors' helplessness. Many also related it to themselves. No one knew what the next day would bring, sunrise or death. Especially after watching this underworld live stream, they felt the impermanence of life and death even more keenly.
In the live stream footage, a soul slowly floated up from the motionless middle-aged man. The man stood there, not looking down at himself, his expression vacant, his eyes unfocused.
It wasn't until Fu Jia and Ji Yin approached him that Ji Yin, at Fu Jia's signal, spoke, "It's time to go."
The middle-aged man looked at them. "Go? Go where?"
"Oh, right. I remember. I need to buy my son a cake." He turned around blankly, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to find something. "Cake? There's no cake here."
He instinctively drifted outwards. He needed to find the cake; he had promised his son. As soon as his son got home from school, he would see the cake. Yes, he also needed to order a "Kamen Rider" cake, his son's favorite.
Ji Yin instinctively followed. The next moment, the old woman Fu Jia suddenly acted. She grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar and stuffed him into the soul-collecting bag at her side. After completing this action, she looked at Ji Yin beside her. "What are you waiting for?"
"If you drift too far from the body, you might pick up some lingering aura, which won't be good for him or you."
Ji Yin lowered his head. "I know. I just wanted..." He looked at the cake shop in the distance, opened his mouth, and finally said, "I'm sorry, Grandma."
He had died before turning eighteen. Although he had been interning in the underworld for a century, not all intern ghost messengers had the opportunity to visit the mortal realm. Seeing the human world again, he couldn't help but recall many things. He remembered people and places from long ago. And that home.
"Sigh..." Fu Jia sighed, but she didn't blame him. This was one of the reasons why newly appointed ghost messengers needed to be accompanied by a senior for a period of time. When facing souls and the mortal realm, their thoughts were not yet mature, and they could easily be led astray by the souls.
She leaned on her cane and walked towards the next soul reception point. Ji Yin followed behind silently, looking at the sky of the mortal world. "Grandma, a person's life is too short."
"It's so short that he only had time to reminisce. It's so short that there's so much he hasn't had time to experience or understand."
"A person's life is indeed very brief," Fu Jia's aged voice drifted from ahead. "But they also experience many, many things: beautiful memories, lingering regrets, moments where sadness arises without cause... They all depart full."
"And these experiences, even over vast stretches of time, are enough to reminisce about."
As Ji Yin pondered her words, he suddenly saw the Grandma ahead pause and lift her head slightly, as if looking at something. "Actually, at my age, whether human or ghost, I no longer look at the length of life, but its thickness."
"Do they come and go silently, or do they arrive boldly, live brilliantly, and then depart?"
Fu Jia closed her eyes and didn't speak again until they reached the next soul reception point. Ji Yin looked at Grandma's retreating back, deep in thought. Faced with Grandma's rich experience, he realized he still had much to learn.
"I feel like the old lady has a story."
"Sigh, I want cake too."
"After I turned ten, I haven't bought a cake for my birthday."
The viewers in the live stream sighed. They had a general idea of what the younger ghost messenger wanted to do, but they also knew that the old woman's approach was clearly more appropriate. Many younger viewers also understood the old woman's later words. They might have heard them many times before. But perhaps, not yet having reached that age, they didn't fully grasp the meaning.
"How does one measure the thickness of life?"
"Some people are alive, but they are already dead. Some people are dead, but they are still alive."
"This question is too profound, please allow this poor student to skip it."
Jiang Lin had been following Fu Jia and Ji Yin at a distance. After watching them successfully escort the second soul, he left. For now, Fu Jia guiding Ji Yin seemed appropriate. There was no need to switch them in the short term.
Looking at the information on the soul reception manifest, Jiang Lin arrived near the next apartment building. From his vantage point, he could see the living room with its windows wide open. Inside, a young woman in her early twenties, with her hair disheveled and wearing pajamas, was watching television while opening a takeout meal.
This time, the soul to be received was a female Wuchang. Hong Ya, who had long since become a full-fledged ghost messenger. Her performance was average, and her cultivation was average. She was currently in the mid-stage of You Bing.
Shortly after Jiang Lin arrived, a female Wuchang also appeared nearby. She glanced at her work log, then at the apartment building in front of her, and then floated in through the window.
"Wow, it's that nervous Wuchang sister from the Eighteenth Hall!"
"I wish I could lie at home on a workday, watching TV and eating takeout,呜呜呜."
"The person upstairs, don't be too eager to envy."
Da Bai Nai Tang rewarded the streamer with a sports car * 1.
Seeing the young female Wuchang appear, many viewers became excited. They even chewed their snacks with more vigor. It wasn't out of desire, but out of novelty. However, as they watched, the viewers suddenly froze.
"Huh? What is she doing?"
"The person upstairs, it's them doing something."
"Streamer, I also want to see what they are doing."
In the live stream, inside the apartment not far away, the female Wuchang, after entering, first confirmed her target. Then she glanced at the large screen in the center of the room. She looked at the large screen again. After looking left and right, she comfortably sat down on the sofa below, watching television with the girl inside! From a distance, they could be seen slapping their thighs and laughing heartily.
Viewers: ???
"What's going on?"
"Aren't they supposed to be receiving a soul?"
"Why did she sit down?"
"Even if she sat down, why did she start watching?"
"Even if she watched, why did she start laughing?"
"Even if she laughed, why are their actions synchronized?"
"What good stuff are they watching?"
"Can you show us too?"
The viewers' curiosity was intensely piqued. What kind of television was so amazing that even a Wuchang had to sit down and watch? And laugh out loud.