Chapter 059: Can’t sleep, let’s go to work
boom--
The gates of the underworld closed and disappeared from the human world.
Jiang Lin's team also opened the passage to the underworld.
After lining up, we returned to the underworld.
The ghosts on the streets are gone, and the negative energy that had increased significantly due to the Ghost Festival has returned to normal.
The ghost energy barrier in the sky also disappeared.
Everything is back to normal.
Halloween.
it's over.
The viewers in the live broadcast room still felt a little unsatisfied.
“When the door closed, it felt like it came to an abrupt end.”
"What's that bell sound about? Does anyone know?"
"It's time for bed...but my head says it doesn't want to sleep."
"It turns out that every Ghost Festival is like this. I suddenly realized how lucky I am to have lived to this age!"
"Hahahaha, I actually managed to survive 22 Ghost Festivals!"
As Jiang Lin entered the underworld, the live broadcast room was closed.
But the fans were still reluctant to leave.
This is the first time in my life that I have celebrated Ghost Festival from a different perspective.
During this period, there was fear, excitement, and novelty...
It completely overturned their previous understanding.
"No, no, I can't sleep, I have to get some work done!"
"Add me one!"
The talented netizens got and turned on their computers.
Start the whole life.
The artist unfolds the drawing board and presents the wonderful clips in the form of a Q-version.
There are clips of ghosts screaming in the corners, scenes of people dancing on the ceiling... and a big brawl in the last hour.
The scene of the ghost officials attacking together, and the scene of a huge ghost hand extending from the black cloud.
They all appeared under his pen.
If you can write, just open the keyboard and start writing.
I recall all the scenes of Ghost Festival in my mind.
The sound of keyboard clacking could be heard, and four to five thousand words were typed out in an hour.
Upload a chapter as soon as you finish writing it.
Soon, the post was liked by netizens who were also too excited to sleep, and they gathered in the comment section.
The next day.
#鬼节# became a hot topic.
The works completed by netizens who stayed up late at night have been played tens of millions of times on major platforms.
The titles of the works are in a consistent style: for example: Ghost Festival, have you changed your pants?
Or: My neighbor’s brother was sent to the hospital last night because of laughing.
These works attracted some netizens who were not familiar with them.
There are also some that I watched last night, I watched them again, continue hahahaha…
When I opened the comment section, it was full of comments like "It's really hell" and "Do it again, hahaha..."
When I saw the overfed ghost taking the digestive pills.
After laughing for a while, the netizens fell silent again.
Those who have passed away began to emerge in my mind.
I also began to recall the annual sacrifices...
Some people have been diluted by time.
Are those who they are about to forget and no longer care about also living a life of hunger?
They began to look through their family tree or ask the elders in their family.
Only then did I realize it.
It turns out that there are quite a few relatives whose memories even the elders in the family have become vague.
They realized.
As generation after generation passes away, many people are bound to be forgotten.
Until forgotten.
“…”
later.
It is said that the turnover of the incense industry on that day once again broke the record.
Many people did not leave after paying tribute to their family members.
Instead, he continued to light incense and burn a lot of paper money in an open space.
I just hope that those who have been forgotten can get something.
Better off down there.
…
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Promote the culture of the underworld, points +200!"
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: One Thousand Points of Faith (3/3)!"
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Live broadcast for two hours (3/3), points +600!"
After the Ghost Festival ended, Jiang Lin also received a system notification sound.
In contrast to the bustle of the human world.
Since the Ghost Festival, the underworld has been quiet for a while.
Many ghosts now start to tremble when they see the ghost messenger.
Or just run away until you can no longer see the ghost.
Now Jiang Lin is walking in the ghost market, and there is a vacuum zone all around him.
Some of the more exaggerated ones screamed when they saw it.
The ghost officials in the distance heard it and almost thought something had happened.
"Hahaha, these ghosts are too cowardly."
After scaring away another ghost, Hei Wuchangxu Shuzi burst into laughter.
Jiang Lin nodded, "That's good, it should be easier during this period."
Xu Shuzi is one of the few people Jiang Lin can chat with.
But this brother's daily work is much more dangerous than his.
In addition to his daily work, he often teams up with others to complete tasks on the task center's list.
Jiang Lin saw him coming back injured several times.
In his words, he not only has to support himself, but also his wife and son.
No one forced him, he just wanted to give them better.
Although Jiang Lin couldn't empathize with them, he could understand it to some extent.
Because he had heard Xu Shuzi mention it after drinking .
There was a severe flood in their hometown that year and all the crops were destroyed.
There's nothing to eat.
After all the edible bark, roots, etc. have been eaten.
The whole family came down one after another.
Nowadays, although I have no worries about food and drink, I still crave for food.
But it is still engraved deep in the soul.
Now that the Ghost Festival has just passed, all the ghost officials have relaxed.
The two had a meal together at the ghost market and chatted for a while about their recent developments.
Xu Shuzi took two sips of wine and sighed, "The mission at the mission center is good, but it's troublesome."
"Every time you hand in a task, you have to fill in some reasons, process results, etc."
He looked at Jiang Lin, "Can you imagine that scene? During the battle, you still have to interview me. Why did you become a ghost?"
"Isn't that funny? They've all turned into evil spirits, what other reasons could there be?"
If you meet someone so brutal, no one will bother to talk to you, they will just attack you directly.
Sometimes, if one fails to control the force well, the ghost will die. Who can one ask for the reason?
Because of this, the difficulty of many ghost messengers' tasks has increased greatly.
Jiang Lin listened quietly, neither agreeing nor interrupting.
He had also heard this from some of his predecessors.
A long time ago, there was no need to fill in these in the mission center.
Later, after Hell was emptied, this rule was put in place.
Some people speculated that Lord Yama wanted to find out the source of these resentments.
And the root cause of the ghost mutation.
Then solve the problems of hell and the world at once.
That’s why we have this regulation to collect information from all parties.
but.
Everyone knows that this is nothing short of a fantasy.
"Hey~"
Xu Shuzi sighed deeply and drank the last sip of wine.
He stood up and said, "Okay, I have to go do the mission. I have an appointment with them."
Jiang Lin also stood up and said, "It's time for me to go too. Be careful. You have a family."
"I know."
Xu Shuzi patted his shoulder and said, "Thanks, brother. You are the only one who is willing to listen to my nagging."
There are some things that you can't say to outsiders or even to your family.
Only with my brothers do I have fewer worries.
After saying goodbye at the entrance of the ghost market, Jiang Lin also started to work.
Two pieces of information have appeared on his notebook.
Name: Liang Zheng;
Age: 32
Occupation: Police...
