Jiang Lin walked through the underworld passage, holding a bottle and observing it.
Inside the bottle was a little more than half a bottle of white tears, all shed by Bai Shuangshuang when she was crying profusely.
Ghost tears were a good thing.
This was because only tears shed from genuine emotions that had accumulated to their extreme would form energy crystals.
For ghosts, such opportunities were not common.
Moreover, they usually amounted to only one or two drops.
Jiang Lin hadn't expected Bai Shuangshuang to cry so much at once.
It was quite rare.
Consider it an unexpected gain from this mission.
The reason for giving Bai Shuangshuang a drop was, firstly, the sheer quantity.
Secondly, it was probably… admiration.
A police officer in the human world, a ghost messenger in the underworld.
In Shuangshuang, he saw some shadows of a ghost messenger.
One drop was enough.
Too much would only bring her misfortune.
As for the uses of ghost tears, depending on the seven emotions and six desires (indicated by different colors), they would have different applications.
Some could be added to Meng Po's soup, some could be used as medicinal ingredients, and some were deadly poisons…
Different processing methods would also yield different effects.
…
After leaving the Underworld, Jiang Lin took out a wide sword, a flying ghost artifact, from his storage bag.
This wide sword appeared to be only palm-sized and was black. At first glance, one might mistake it for a child's toy.
But as Jiang Lin infused it with ghost energy, the palm-sized wide sword rapidly grew larger.
Before long, it transformed into a long sword over a meter in length.
The sword hummed, and ghost energy vibrated gently.
It pushed the surrounding turbid air aside.
Jiang Lin leaped into the air, his feet landing on the sword.
Whoosh—
With a thought,
The wide sword beneath him immediately carried him, flying above the clouds.
Its speed was so great that it had already formed a blur.
Heading towards the Western regions.
To complete the third drifting bottle wish mission.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The wind howled around him.
But as it passed over Jiang Lin on the wide sword, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.
The wind parted in the middle, blowing to both sides.
At first glance, it seemed as if the wide sword was cleaving through the wind and clouds.
Unlike his previous trip to the Third Hall, this time Jiang Lin was alone.
This wide sword was perfect for the occasion.
He directly accelerated to maximum speed, heading west.
After an unknown amount of time,
The giant sword began to slow down gradually.
Because the vast rivers and mountains below were gradually approaching the border of the Eastern regions.
Jiang Lin prepared his pass and flew forward for a while longer.
He arrived at the border of the Western regions.
Just like last time, as soon as the flying ghost artifact arrived,
The air ahead rippled.
As if it had touched something.
In the blink of an eye, a projection appeared before Jiang Lin.
The figure's face was unclear, but the forehead band was inscribed with a dancing character '西' (West).
He stood straight, his robes flowing without wind, exuding an inexplicable aura of authority.
"You have entered the jurisdiction of the Western Hall. Ghost messengers from other halls, please stop here if you have entered by mistake."
"…"
After uttering the first half of the sentence, the figure suddenly paused.
His tone shifted, and his imposing aura receded.
He clasped his hands and said, "So it's a friend from the Western Hall, Jiang Wuchang."
"Please present your relevant documents and passes."
Seeing this scene again, Jiang Lin was still somewhat surprised.
Last time, due to the pollution source incident, when he came to the Western Hall alone to deliver a message, he thought he would be greeted with hostility again.
But unexpectedly, the projection recognized him after speaking only half of its piece.
He wondered if it had recorded his aura.
It felt… quite high-tech.
Speaking of which, this was his third visit to the Western Hall.
As Jiang Lin thought, he took out the pass that a ghost messenger from the Western Hall had given him last time.
Upon seeing the pass, the projection's eyes lit up.
Two beams of light shot from its eyes, falling onto the pass.
After scanning it up and down twice, the beams of light disappeared.
The projection from the Western Hall clasped his hands and said, "Welcome back to the Western Hall. Please proceed."
"We wish you a pleasant journey. If you need anything, feel free to contact us at any time."
Jiang Lin nodded slightly, "Alright."
As soon as Jiang Lin finished speaking, the projection vanished.
At the same time, the invisible sensing shield around the Western regions.
Also opened its doors to Jiang Lin.
As if to say, the gates of the Western Hall were always open for you.
The wide sword beneath Jiang Lin moved, flying forward.
Having entered the Western regions, he also slowed down his speed.
Later, he simply put away the wide sword.
The wide sword reverted to its palm-sized form and was stored in the storage bag.
Hovering above the city,
Jiang Lin took out the drifting bottle wish slip and confirmed the address on it once more.
Only then did he continue flying forward.
Halfway there, he encountered a familiar ghost messenger from the Western Hall.
Wearing black trousers and jacket, with a black coat with gold trim, and a submachine gun slung over his back.
His skin was fair, and his features were sharp.
It was none other than the ghost messenger who had received Jiang Lin and Xu Youzhi when they first came to the Western Hall – Tai Qin.
Later, Tai Qin was also the one responsible for contacting Jiang Lin for their collaborations with the Western Hall.
At that time, Tai Qin had even asked Jiang Lin for an autograph, claiming it was for his family.
At this moment, Tai Qin also saw Jiang Lin.
He froze for two seconds before reacting.
"It really is you, what are you doing here?"
Tai Qin's voice was filled with surprise, "Did something happen again?"
Jiang Lin: "...No, I'm just here to handle some personal matters this time."
His previous two visits were for official business, so it was no wonder Tai Qin thought that.
Tai Qin flew over and asked, "Do you need any help?"
Jiang Lin shook his head, "I'm not sure of the situation yet, but it shouldn't be anything major."
Tai Qin nodded, "Alright, if you need help, come to us in the Underworld. The Western Hall is very happy to be friends with you."
"Okay, thanks."
Jiang Lin replied, then looked around. Below seemed to be a pet trading market.
Jiang Lin asked, "Are you on a mission now?"
"Yes, they said something appeared here."
While talking to Jiang Lin, Tai Qin also kept an eye on the situation below.
Since it was a mission, Jiang Lin didn't ask for details.
After a few more exchanges, they went their separate ways.
However, before parting, Tai Qin invited him:
"After you're done with your business, if you don't have any urgent matters, come to the Underworld for a drink."
"It's been a while. I always have good wine and food ready."
Jiang Lin did not refuse, "Okay. I'll definitely come."
Last time he came, everyone was busy with the pollution source incident.
They had only met briefly before going their separate ways.
They had promised to have a good get-together next time they met.
Speaking of the Western Hall, it inevitably brought to mind its ultra-modern style.
The ability to preview the 'turning point' of the next life, the 'Tree of Contracts' where one could leave messages for the next life and make pacts with loved ones.
And various teleportation arrays, cool motorcycles, villas with private cultivation rooms…
It had to be said that the Western Hall had a very strong development of ghost artifacts.
It had also made the Western Hall an interesting part of the Underworld.
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