The viewers who received their rewards began to study it.
The scholarly viewer even sparred a couple of moves with the stick figure.
Indeed, the more he looked, the cooler it became.
The greatest characteristic of paper figures was their ability to change size.
Even if they were half a person's height, they could be folded down to the size of two coins.
Convenient to carry around.
He took out a card holder for his meal card and put it inside, then hung the card holder on his keychain.
Ok!
Then he took out his second phone, one to watch the live stream, and the other to continue playing games.
Ah, this was great!
Studies, live streaming, and gaming, all without compromise.
Just waiting for school to start in September!
...
"Wuwuwu... I'm going to grind on 'San San' right now."
"I want to latch onto the big shots. Do you guys think it's feasible?"
The bullet comments in the live stream room flew past.
Reflected in the eyes of the Ox-Head Ghost Messenger.
In the northern lands.
The Ox-Head Ghost Messenger, with his arms crossed, sat cross-legged on a paper crane, his gaze fixed on the human viewers' phone screens.
"So, he really returned to the Eastern Hall..."
He sighed, "I thought we were friends."
The Horse-Face girl standing beside him was still in her cool and stylish attire.
She placed one hand on the Ox-Head Ghost Messenger's head, "He returned in secret. If he had told you, wouldn't that have leaked the information?"
Whether he could have said it, she guessed wasn't up to Jiang Wuchang to decide.
The Ox-Head Ghost Messenger nodded, "That's true."
As they were talking, a paper crane carrying a message flew over from a distance.
It then landed on the Ox-Head Ghost Messenger's shoulder.
As if to take a short rest.
"If you have a chance, be sure to come to the Eastern Hall to play."
The paper crane tilted its head and suddenly uttered a sentence.
The voice was exactly the same as Jiang Lin's.
"Holy crap!"
The Ox-Head Ghost Messenger, who thought it was a colleague passing on a message, was caught off guard and almost fell from the air.
He took the paper crane and played with it, "Damn! It actually worked!"
When he gave Jiang Lin the concert tickets back then, the other party had said that once he developed an 'automatic cycle' command that reset once a year, he would give him one.
As a return gift for the tickets.
At that time, he hadn't taken it seriously, only hoping that his master wouldn't find out about Jiang Lin's progress in his studies.
He hadn't expected that in such a short time, it would actually be accomplished.
The Horse-Face girl raised her eyebrows, "See? Didn't he specifically come to say goodbye to you?"
Perhaps guessing that they would know he had left after the Ghost Festival.
So he converted his farewell into an invitation.
"We've never been to the Eastern Hall. Let's find a chance to visit in the future," the Horse-Face girl said.
The Ox-Head Ghost Messenger grinned, "Of course."
His brother was in the Eastern Hall, so he naturally had to find an opportunity to visit.
They had already received an invitation.
Tied to the leg of the paper crane were two folded items.
— Eastern Hall Pass.
The Horse-Face girl patted his shoulder, "Let's go, time for work."
She glanced in the distance with a hint of amusement.
Although Jiang Wuchang had left,
the changes he brought about were still ongoing.
...
Not far away, a scene of a ghost messenger's daily work was unfolding.
— Guiding departed souls.
"You should be on your way."
As a slender female departed soul had just floated up, before she could even daze for a moment, she heard this sentence.
She looked up and saw the figure of a White Impermanence outside the hospital room window.
About 1.8 meters tall, with short hair and a clear voice.
In an instant,
her pupils involuntarily widened, and her expression became stunned.
"I know you might not want to go, but..."
Just as the White Impermanence was about to say something, the woman suddenly covered her eyes with one hand.
Taking the initiative.
Her throat choked, and tears welled up, "Lord Ghost Messenger, are you only here to pick me up today, or are you picking up my other sisters too?"
The White Impermanence was taken aback and couldn't speak for a moment.
The woman sobbed a couple of times, as if she had realized something, and became even more distressed:
"As expected, I'm not the only one."
"If I had known they were leaving today, I would have left tomorrow. That way, it wouldn't be too lonely, nor too lively~"
Her figure was already thin, and coupled with the hospital gown she was wearing,
she appeared even more frail and helpless, as if a gust of wind would carry her soul away.
She was like Lin Daiyu from "Dream of the Red Chamber."
Outside the window.
The White Impermanence, a member of the Drama Club, had his mouth slightly agape, his eyes darting around.
His expression was one of utter disbelief.
This was encountering a professional!
The White Impermanence, a member of the Drama Club, reacted mentally, but his mouth moved first, picking up the conversation.
He began to act.
He stood tall, his brows furrowed with a mixture of confusion and heartache:
"What are you saying, girl? Whether it's yours or someone else's... with me, you are unique."
The female 'Lin Daiyu' looked up at him, then quickly and gracefully averted her gaze.
She lowered her eyelids, looking at the windowsill at a 45-degree angle.
Her hand paused by her cheek, as if holding a handkerchief to wipe away tears.
Her expression and eyes were incredibly lifelike.
"Lord Ghost Messenger, are you telling the truth? Why am I unique?"
As she said this, she lowered her head slightly, but her eyes looked up a little.
Making her eyes appear bright and innocent.
An impromptu acting performance was underway!
...
...
Besides those who were acting, there were also those who directly "cooperated."
As soon as a departed soul of an office worker who loved to eat came out, they saw a ghost messenger.
"You're dead." Female Ghost Messenger.
The foodie soul glanced at his body slumped over the computer and sighed, "Mm."
The female ghost messenger frowned, "You... you don't remember me?"
Foodie soul: "???"
Seeing his reaction, the female ghost messenger's expression became dejected.
A gentle breeze blew, and a trace of loneliness appeared in her figure.
"I've waited for you for a thousand years, and you... you still refuse to leave with me this time?"
As she finished speaking, a flute played from somewhere.
Melancholy, wistful, and lonely.
The foodie soul was a bit confused, "Leave? I didn't say I wouldn't leave."
Overtime or not, when a person dies, the lamp goes out.
Let him go on strike.
Saying this, he walked towards the door of his own accord, "Let's go, lead the way."
"Me? You?"
The Ghost Messenger, a member of the Drama Club, extended a hand like Er Kang, this...
Her performance hadn't even begun.
The foodie soul looked back at her and suddenly said, "Are you from the Drama Club?"
He frowned, "But I want to get off work."
"Get off work?"
The Ghost Messenger, a member of the Drama Club, glared and pulled out a paper wolf-tooth club:
"Since you already know my identity, you still want to run?"
"Say it again, will you cooperate?!"
Foodie soul: "...!"
He was startled, thinking she was going to throw it at him directly!
They say that when a person dies, their lamp goes out.
He still had to continue working overtime even after dying?
The Ghost Messenger, a member of the Drama Club, waved her hand domineeringly, "Stand here properly!"
"Wait, let me adjust the background music again..."
Seeing the ghost messenger busy, the foodie soul couldn't help but glance at his own body, which had died of exhaustion while slumped over the computer.
"Ai—"
The daily cultivation of the ghost messengers was also not easy.
Even the newly-arrived souls were being exploited.
...
(ps: Thank you all for your concern ❤️, I slept well and feel like I'm back to my old self hahaha~)