After descending from the circular platform, Jiang Lin looked around. Where had he been sitting?
Chu Yong'an waved from a distance. "This way."
Beside him were the fluffy Tibetan Mastiff and the red fox.
But there was no dining table.
"Brother, mind sharing a table?" Chu Yong'an asked.
...
After Meng Po and Jiang Lin had finished their performances, the captains who had emptied their purses twice hesitated to watch the next performances.
They had realized that the new ghost messengers this year were all after their wallets.
Each one was more adept at fleecing money than the last!
Even Yan Luo, seated at the highest position, couldn't help but wonder if the treatment for the chief captains was insufficient.
"Hee hee hee~"
Gui Wa darted around the circular platform with a giggle. "Captain Yang is still being rescued, so we'll skip him for now and see who else is awake?"
Gui Wa looked around for a while and its sharp eyes spotted two newly promoted chief captains.
But these two captains...
They seemed quite drunk.
Gui Wa called out a couple of times, and receiving no response, directly announced: Dafeng Novel Network
"Everyone, let me introduce you to the newly promoted Captain Yu of the Seal Team and the newly promoted Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang."
It didn't call the two captains up but directly controlled clusters of ghost fires to approach the two captains.
Then, like a lighting technician, it illuminated that area.
Hundreds of gazes turned.
They saw Captain Yu of the Seal Team standing in front of a dining table, maintaining a sealing posture with his hands.
And Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang?
The ghost messengers looked again and only then discovered the figure of the newly promoted Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang beneath the dining table.
???
What were they doing?
Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang had just left Chu Yong'an when he encountered Captain Yu of the Seal Team.
The two ghosts immediately confronted each other.
At this moment, they were in a staring contest.
Suddenly, Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang moved. He quickly retracted the dining table above him and then crawled forward.
Captain Yu of the Seal Team also moved.
In a flash, as quick as lightning, he swiftly reached out and tapped Captain Liu's waist, shouting:
"Still!"
This action clearly lacked the power of sealing or ghost energy, but!
Captain Liu's movement immediately stopped, frozen in place.
One maintaining a pressure point pose, the other a mannequin pose, they appeared like stone sculptures.
A minute later, Captain Liu suddenly moved again, advancing rapidly towards another dining table.
Captain Yu of the Seal Team also struck again, tapping Captain Liu on the back, "I seal! I seal! I seal again!"
Captain Liu dodged, dodged again, and dodged a third time.
"I'm not that easily..."
"Super Invincible Sealing Technique!"
Captain Yu didn't let him finish. He lunged forward, pinning the other captain down.
Captain Liu paused, feigned death for a moment, then his eyes moved. He began to stealthily, slowly...
Crawl forward inch by inch.
...
"How did they get so drunk?" a ghost messenger couldn't help but ask.
In the beginning, although these two were drunk, they still remembered their abilities.
They used sealing techniques and chains.
But now, why were they using verbal techniques?
Another ghost messenger laughed so hard his back couldn't straighten. "You didn't see it, after Meng Po finished her performance, Captain Liu of the Black Wuchang wanted to take her dining table. Captain Yu of the Seal Team was randomly using his sealing techniques nearby, and Meng Po poured a pot of wine for each of them, hahaha..."
"Won't they have alcohol-induced amnesia?"
"Probably not, hahaha..."
...
"Zhen (zhen) funny, but I like it hahaha..."
"Last time my friend got drunk, he hugged a pillar and kissed it, then turned and fell into the landscaping, saying he was home."
"That's nothing. My wife got drunk last time and drove an imaginary car, stepping on the gas pedal, and it zoomed off by itself. She even wanted me to get in..."
"Upstairs, I want to hear the rest of the story (doge)."
These scenes in the grand hall were all displayed to the viewers through the live stream.
Playing cards? Playing games? What could be more entertaining than this?
Speaking of drinking, many of these viewers enjoyed alcohol. Even if they hadn't gotten drunk themselves, they had seen plenty of others.
The interactions of the ghost messengers made them think of their own and others' drunken reactions.
Many of these reactions were both amusing and baffling.
For example, some people, when drunk, would go to someone else's house and call out for their parents.
Others would sit at the entrance of the residential compound and yell: Who am I? Someone take me home...
Even more would get drunk and confess their love to their crush, or start speaking gibberish.
In response, the viewers never tired of watching. If given the chance, they would record these moments and show them to the person when they sobered up.
That would definitely be prime blackmail material, hehehe...
It proved that this kind of fun was universal across both the Yin and Yang realms.
The ghost messengers still retained some of the fun and reactions from their human lives.
The bullet comments in the live stream instantly turned into a large-scale "I have a friend" drunken confession session.
Even just by reading the comments, one could derive much amusement.
Just then, a viewer noticed: "Look! The streamer is looking at us!"
"Huh? The streamer finally remembered they have a live stream?"
"Is the streamer... awake or not?"
...
In the live stream, Jiang Lin had already returned to his dining table, holding an egg and meticulously wiping it.
As he wiped, he seemed to sense something. His gaze suddenly shifted upwards, towards the bullet comments.
The comments immediately scrolled by like a torrent.
"Happy New Year, streamer!"
"Happy New Year, streamer!"
"It's twelve o'clock! In the new year, I hope the streamer continues to get promoted and prosper!"
"May the new year bring great luck and abundant wealth!"
"This year, I must be possessed by divine wisdom! I pray for the streamer's blessings!"
"..."
This year, they had crossed the New Year with the streamer!
They silently wished:
May everything be well and smooth in the new year.
May the streamer's wishes come true, and may the live stream always exist.
The mortal realm needs it, and so do they.
The mortal realm.
Brilliant fireworks bloomed in the night sky, like countless beautiful wishes sent to the heavens.
At this moment, many people looked out their windows.
Could these wishes truly be heard?
Could they truly be realized?
What would the new year be like?
But no matter what, in the past year, they had all reached this point, whether through stumbles, smooth sailing, or overcoming obstacles...
Bang—!
Grand fireworks exploded in the sky, with brilliant sparks.
The members of Team Eighteen were also experiencing this moment.
On such a day, the Yang energy in the mortal realm was abundant, and ghosts generally hid away.
Even some powerful fierce ghosts dared not come out and cause trouble at this time.
If the Ghost Festival, with its strong Yin energy, was the domain of ghosts, then this was the domain of humans.
New Year's Day was considered one of the most relaxed days for ghost messengers.
As the new year arrived.
Hong Ya was in a brightly lit apartment, enjoying the warmth and peace of the moment with a family of three.
Opposite the sofa was a colorful big screen.
Unbeknownst to her, in the arms of the hostess of this household, the half-grown child kept casting glances at her.
On the child's forehead, a red mark was as bright as blood.
"Yiya~"
And that wisp of remnant soul, due to Hong Ya's arrival, had to be stuffed into a doll and hidden.
...