The North Hall differed from other parts of the underworld in that it had established a Four Seasons Scenery.
Surrounding the dreamlike colors of the central area were four divided zones.
These zones simulated the scenery of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Here, day and night alternated, with flowers blooming and withering.
There was even wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.
Even ghosts could feel the gentleness of spring, the heat of summer, the coolness of autumn, and the cold of winter.
It was like a miniature version of the human world.
It was said that these were specially designed by the previous King Yama.
Furthermore, there were no entry restrictions, and even ordinary ghosts could enter.
One could often see playing children and ghosts who still clung to the human world and were unwilling to reincarnate in these places.
They had even built houses and cultivated fertile land here, settling down.
Legend had it that
even King Yama himself would often appear in the Four Seasons Scenery.
"Come quickly! My kite is flying!"
"You're running too slow, I can't catch up."
In the spring scenery, there were vast grasslands and flowers, and the climate was pleasant.
It was the children's favorite place to play.
During the day, laughter was constant.
But at night, it always became exceptionally quiet.
...
There was no moon tonight, and the stars shone brightly.
By the willow trees on the riverbank, a white figure had appeared at some point.
He wore a tall hat, a white robe, and held a mourning stick.
It was the work uniform of the Bai Wuchang from the East Hall.
'Jiang Lin' looked at the address in his hand and then looked around.
This should be the place, no doubt.
Next, he just had to wait.
At the same time as his appearance, several groups of ghosts who had been observing from the shadows noticed him.
Xie Bi'an of the South Hall leaned forward slightly and exclaimed, "Yi."
"The propagator from the East Hall is actually coming?"
Although his words carried doubt,
the relaxed tone held more of a "watching the show" sentiment.
"I don't think so."
Fan Wujiu beside him leaned back, resting his hands behind his head.
Fulfilling Lord Zhong Kui's instructions, they were sitting in two rocking chairs with tea and snacks on a small table.
To speak of retirement was truly retirement.
Drinking tea, chatting.
Watching plays, listening to songs.
Fan Wujiu closed his eyes as if dozing, without even looking in that direction, "Don't be fooled by the East Hall's Ri You Shen's seemingly approachable demeanor."
"In reality, he is more protective than anyone, and his actions are decisive and swift."
As far as he knew, the East Hall had always wanted Jiang Wuchang to study and propagate without any worries.
"Those guys bothered Jiang Lin this time, she might as well wipe them all out."
Or, she might directly stir up more trouble.
Xie Bi'an gazed intently at the white figure in the distance and smiled, "You guessed correctly."
"And, that's not the real Jiang Lin."
...
The ghost messengers from the West Hall were also observing.
Upon seeing 'Jiang Lin's' appearance, he raised his eyebrows with interest.
"The East Hall is a partner of our underworld..."
Should he add some fuel to the fire?
However, how should this fire be added appropriately?
Just as the ghost messengers from various factions were contemplating,
by the willow trees on the riverbank not far away,
a small paper crane flew over.
It stopped in front of 'Jiang Lin' and circled around.
Then, it transformed into a small slip of paper.
It guided the next meeting location step by step.
From beginning to end, 'Jiang Lin' was very cooperative, causing no disturbance or strange behavior.
...
When they met on the other side,
the real Jiang Lin also cooperated by moving into another newly arranged room.
After leaving the Ri You Shen that day, he continued his daily studies and live streams.
He didn't bother with that matter again.
It was just that sometimes, he would cooperate by staying in another room for a period of time.
During this period, senior Xu Youzhi, who was leading them, came to find Jiang Lin.
He said that the North Hall wanted them to stay until after the Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival) before leaving.
One reason was to play around more here, and the other was to witness the North Hall's Ghost Festival mode.
"What do you think?"
The North Hall's Ghost Festival? Da Feng Novel Network.
This year would surely be spectacular.
Ghost messengers from the East, West, South, and North were all present.
Then there would be those drawing guns, those playing music, those with wings...
"Senior Xu can make the decision." Jiang Lin said.
Xu Youzhi sighed, "Although the North Hall is interesting, it would be good to return to the East Hall sooner."
Delay could lead to unforeseen changes.
Moreover, the current North Hall...
Although he hadn't directly interacted with those matters, he had some idea.
"Let's see. It's also good if you can have more time to study."
"Okay." Jiang Lin.
After Senior Xu left, Jiang Lin continued to delve into the day's lessons.
Starting from two days ago, the difficulty of the intermediate class in paper-crafting techniques had generally increased.
This made many students wear distressed expressions.
The Ox-Head ghost messenger, whenever he saw Jiang Lin, wanted to exclaim: Boss, carry me!
Then he would be hit on the head by the Horse-Face girl, "In front of a top student, you still want to slack off? Dreaming!"
The atmosphere in the North Hall had always been leisurely.
The teachers had generally increased the difficulty, likely to take advantage of Jiang Wuchang's presence to stimulate other students.
To boost their academic performance.
The Ox-Head ghost messenger slumped in his seat and sighed to the sky, "This concubine cannot do itβ"
Let him continue to lie flat.
Dong!
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head again.
Opening one eye, he saw his master standing behind his seat.
The view from bottom to top made him dizzy for a moment.
He even forgot to complain.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and preview your homework!" the Horse-Face girl waved her fist.
"Starting to compete! No, starting to study now!"
The Ox-Head ghost messenger immediately sat up straight, took out a paper figure, and began to practice.
Jiang Lin found these two desk mates quite interesting.
Both teacher and friend.
More like family.
...
...
During the time Jiang Lin and his group were in the North Hall.
The artifact refiners from the West Hall who went to the East Hall were also arranged clearly.
They were either guiding the East Hall on how to refine artifacts or were assigned to refine artifacts for the East Hall.
The reaction of the ghosts in the East Hall to the arrival of these artifact refiners was quite lively.
For a time, even the number of people going to teahouses to listen to stories decreased.
They gathered in groups of three to five in the ghost market, chatting or discussing a certain ghost artifact.
They were very excited.
"Can we also have game consoles?"
"Look at you all, this is a keyboard specially made by 'Shu Mo Zhai' for the authors, so they don't have to write by hand anymore."
"Hehehe... I wonder if they can make mobile phones. If I had a mobile phone, I wouldn't even bother reincarnating."
"I think the 'speed reader' is also good. It will make reading novels faster, and there will be no more worries about memorizing."
"I heard that this batch of artifact refiners was brought back by Jiang Wuchang. What do you think he will bring back on this trip?" a curious ghost asked.
Just then, Nie Jiu, who was passing by, overheard and added:
"What else can he bring back but himself."
He walked forward a couple of steps, then turned back and asked, "Where is the exit to the ghost market?"
"Ah?"
The ghosts who were chatting hadn't reacted yet and looked confused by the question.
"What ghost market, what exit?"
Nie Jiu had to repeat, "Where is the exit to the ghost market?"
"Oh, oh, oh, this way, this way. Sir, just go straight this way."
After Nie Jiu left.
As the few ghosts were about to continue their previous topic, they saw the ghost messenger they had just asked the question to walk past them again.
"..."
"..."?
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(PS: Nie Jiu, member of the eighteenth team.)