Inside the grand hall.
Looking at the spirit money flying towards the circular stage, Jiang Lin, who was carrying an egg and walking back, stopped.
"..."
He looked at the money, then at the ghost messengers who were paying, and it was as if a switch had been flipped in his mind.
He patted the egg in his embrace and walked in the opposite direction.
...
"The streamer is here, the streamer is here! Everyone, get in formation!"
"What will the streamer perform?"
"Welcome, streamer! ✿✿ヽ(°▽°)ノ✿"
The viewers in the live stream room were guessing, and they were quite excited.
They could skip the performances of other ghost messengers, but they absolutely had to watch the streamer's performance!
They were definitely not just here for the spectacle; they just wanted to support the streamer.
"Is the streamer going to unleash a killer move?"
"Rain of weapons? Ruyi Jingu Bang?"
"...Why do I feel like the streamer will perform egg-laying?"
"Holy cow, that actually seems possible!"
...
Just as Meng Po, with a satisfied look, walked away with a jar and a spoon, Jiang Lin arrived at the circular stage with the egg.
"Welcome, Captain Jiang~"
The ghost child darted over, not expecting Jiang Lin to be so proactive.
From their previous conversation, it had thought it would take some effort.
"Captain Jiang is the newly appointed captain of the eighteenth team, Bai Wuchang. Is there anything you'd like to show everyone?"
Jiang Lin patted the egg in his embrace, then took it out. "An egg."
Ghost child: "...?"
All ghost messengers: "...?"
Seeing Jiang Lin standing there quietly, earnestly holding an egg, Captain Niu Tou, Chu Yong'an, suddenly realized something and couldn't help but snort.
He seemed to have done something similar back in the day.
Was he going to show off an egg?
The ghost child also reacted and smiled, reminding him:
"Captain Jiang, is there anything else... you'd like to show? Perhaps a special skill?"
In the beginning, this segment of the annual meeting was just for everyone to get to know each other.
But after the newly appointed captains were all drunk, this segment turned into the personal showtime for the captains.
Special skill...?
Jiang Lin opened his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"I have one! I have a very powerful special skill!"
It could help him earn a lot of money!
"Then, let's invite Captain Jiang to showcase his special skill!"
The ghost child said, flying away from the circular stage.
One, to make space, and two, to avoid accidental injury...
Many ghost messengers sat at the newly repaired dining tables, eating and drinking as they watched.
But this time, no one cheered for them, or asked for more excitement.
If there was another rain of poison, their seats might be gone.
They decided to eat a couple of bites first.
...
At this moment, only Jiang Lin remained on the circular stage.
The mourning stick appeared in his hand, and the white mourning stick transformed into three in his hand.
Coupled with the egg, which had turned green, there were a total of four items.
Then, he threw these four items out one by one, catching them with his left hand and quickly handing them to his right, which then tossed them into the air again.
Thus, the four items formed a circle in his hands and in the air.
Jiang Lin could not only throw these four items in a circle but also cross them, throwing them in various ways...
He was very skilled at this!
"Amazing! Do another one!"
From the dining tables, a captain egged him on and threw a plate over.
Jiang Lin caught it with ease, and five items continued to jump and cross in his hands.
"Captain Jiang, another one!"
"Me too!"
Another green fruit and a box were thrown over.
They had seen this performance before.
But watching the drunk Captain Jiang perform acrobatics felt different.
Who could see this at any other time?
Thinking of Captain Jiang's reaction after waking up, these captains, who were enjoying the show, threw over another wine pot, hoping he would drink more.
Getting drunk was a great pleasure, and performing was a great pleasure.
But their greatest pleasure was the reaction of these newly appointed captains after they woke up.
Based on the captains' strength, few of them had memory gaps after sobering up, hahaha...
...
The seven-colored egg was tossed up and down, then tossed up again...
It dizzily thought: Does this count as celebrating the New Year with its owner?
Although the process seemed a bit bumpy, the outcome was good.
As it was thinking, in the next second, it felt itself being thrown out...
Thump!
The egg landed on the head of a ghost messenger who was talking to a table next to him.
Egg: "...?"
Ghost messenger: "???"
Why did it suddenly hit him?
He hadn't done anything!
As he was thinking, another mourning stick flew over from the circular stage.
He quickly dodged to the side.
"Ouch!"
The ghost messenger behind him was caught off guard and hit head-on.
This mourning stick was no ordinary item, and with Jiang Lin currently unable to control his strength, the power of a mid-stage Ghost King realm directly struck...
A red mark appeared on the face of the ghost messenger who was hit.
Ghost messenger with a red mark on his face: "..."
He just took a bite of food, and that was wrong?
He was being punished for not focusing on the performance?!
Whoosh!
Another plate flew towards a senior who was watching the fun with great interest, and he caught it with a smile.
But then he realized something was wrong.
On the dining table,
All the plates, bowls, chopsticks, and utensils began to shake and hum, actually trying to fly away!
"Hey, don't run!"
"My wine!"
Some ghost messengers reacted a step too slow, and all the fine wine and delicacies flew out.
They quickly reached out and grabbed the most important wine pots.
But the wine pots returned, while the wine inside ran out...
Piles of plates and fine wines and delicacies gathered in the air or arranged themselves in circles.
Then... they spun, leaped, and danced...
Just like what Jiang Lin had performed in his hands earlier.
...
"One dish, two dishes, three hiccups~"
A few drunken captains were also pulled into the air by this force, spinning and dancing with the delicacies and utensils.
Holding their wine pots, they were oblivious, mumbling hazily.
"Another cup..."
"Zui Bu Weng, Zui Bu Weng, why are you so little, hic..."
Among the many ghost messengers.
There were still quite a few ghost messengers who drank less. As soon as they sensed something was wrong, they directly protected their dining tables along with the delicacies on them.
Some ghost messengers also reacted, but they just let the dishes fly away, saying happily:
"It's quite fun."
Looking at the circular stage again,
Jiang Lin had thrown all the items in his hands, but his hands still maintained their previous movements, and his head was slightly swaying.
The entire ghost was dizzy.
Clearly, Jiang Lin's juggling performance had made himself dizzy.
"..."
The ghost messengers whose belongings had flown away in a flash looked at the sky full of flying dishes and fine wine with a mixture of tears and laughter.
They lost their food while watching a performance.
Last time, Meng Po destroyed the dining tables, and this time Jiang Lin directly took away the wine and food.
So, they weren't allowed to eat, were they?
...