The gates of the underworld closed, vanishing from the human world.
Jiang Lin's team also opened the passage to the underworld.
Falling into line, they returned to the netherworld.
The ghosts and monsters on the street were gone, and the Yin energy that had surged due to Ghost Festival returned to normal.
The barrier of ghostly energy in the sky also disappeared.
Everything had returned to normal.
Ghost Festival.
It was over.
The viewers in the live stream were still unsatisfied.
The moment the gates closed, it felt like an abrupt end.
What was that bell sound? Did anyone know?
I should be sleeping, but my brain says it doesn't want to.
So this is what every Ghost Festival is like. Suddenly I feel lucky to be alive this long!
Hahaha, I actually survived 22 Ghost Festivals!
As Jiang Lin entered the underworld, the live stream was closed.
But the viewers were still reluctant to leave.
Living this long, it was the first time they had experienced Ghost Festival from another perspective.
During this time, there was fear, excitement, and novelty.
It completely overturned their previous perceptions.
I can't, I can't, I can't sleep. Let's get creative!
Add me!
The talented viewers crawled out of their beds, turned on their computers.
And started creating.
Artists unfolded their drawing boards and depicted the exciting segments in Q-version style.
There were scenes of ghosts calling souls from corners, dancing on ceilings, and the free-for-all in the last hour.
The scene of all the ghost envoys attacking together, and the giant ghostly hand reaching out from the black clouds.
They all appeared under his brush.
Those who could write opened their keyboards and got to work.
Recalling the various scenes of Ghost Festival in their minds.
The clatter of keyboards filled the air, and in an hour, they produced four to five thousand characters.
They uploaded a chapter as soon as it was finished.
Soon, it was liked by fellow viewers who were also too excited to sleep, gathering in the comment section.
The next day.
#GhostFestival# trended on hot search.
The works completed by viewers overnight had tens of millions of views across various platforms.
The titles of these works followed the usual style:
For example: Ghost Festival, did you change your pants?
Or: Last night, the big brother next door laughed himself into the hospital.
These works attracted netizens who were not familiar with it.
Some who had watched last night watched again, continuing to laugh.
Flipping through the comment section, it was all "Real underworld, do it again, hahaha."
Upon seeing the part about the bloated ghosts and the indigestion pills.
After a burst of laughter, the viewers fell silent again.
Images of those who had already passed away began to surface in their minds.
They also began to recall, during the annual sacrifices.
Which people had been faded by time.
Were those they were about to forget, no longer cared about, also living lives of insufficient food?
They began to open their family trees or ask their elders.
Only then did they discover.
That there were indeed quite a few relatives that even the elders in the family had blurry memories of.
They realized.
As generation after generation passed away, many people were bound to be forgotten.
Until they were completely forgotten.
Later.
It is said that the turnover of the incense industry on that day once again broke records.
Many people, after paying respects to their own family members, did not leave.
Instead, they lit incense and burned paper money in an open space.
Hoping that those who were forgotten could receive some.
And have a better time below.
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After Ghost Festival, Jiang Lin also received the system's notification sound.
In contrast to the liveliness of the human world.
After Ghost Festival, the underworld became quiet for a period of time.
Many ghosts and monsters now trembled at the sight of ghost envoys.
Or simply ran away until they could no longer see the figures of the ghost envoys.
Now, as Jiang Lin walked through the ghost market, there was a vacuum zone around him.
Some exaggerated ones would scream upon seeing him.
Distant ghost envoys heard it and almost thought something had happened.
Hahaha, these ghosts are too timid.
After scaring away another ghost, Black Impermanence Xu Shuzi burst into laughter.
Jiang Lin nodded, this was good, it should be easier for a while.
Xu Shuzi was one of the few people Jiang Lin could chat with.
However, this brother's daily work was much more dangerous than his.
Besides his daily work, he often teamed up with others to take on missions from the task center's leaderboard.
Several times Jiang Lin had seen him return injured.
In his words, he not only had to support himself but also his wife and son.
No one was forcing him, he just wanted to give them a better life.
Although Jiang Lin couldn't empathize completely, he could understand to some extent.
Because he had heard Xu Shuzi mention it after drinking.
Back then, their hometown had a flood, and the crops were destroyed.
There wasn't much to eat.
After all the edible bark and roots were consumed.
The family members passed away one after another.
Now, although they didn't lack food and drink, the craving for food.
Was still etched deep into their souls.
Now that Ghost Festival had just passed, all the ghost envoys were relaxed.
The two of them had a meal together in the ghost market and chatted about their recent situations.
Xu Shuzi took a few sips of wine and sighed,
The missions in the task center are good, but they are troublesome.
Every time you submit a mission, you have to fill in reasons, processes, and results.
He looked at Jiang Lin, can you imagine that scene? During a battle, you're also interviewed, why did you become a ghost?
Isn't that ridiculous? They've become vengeful spirits, what other reasons could there be?
If you encounter a fierce one, who would chat with you, they'd just attack.
Sometimes, if you don't control your strength, the ghost dies, and who do you ask for the reason?
Because of this, the difficulty of many ghost envoys' missions has greatly increased.
Jiang Lin listened quietly, neither agreeing nor interrupting.
He had also heard some seniors talk about this.
A long time ago, the task center didn't require filling in these things.
Later, after the hell was cleared, this regulation was established.
Some speculated that Lord Yama wanted to understand the source of these resentments.
And the root cause of the ghosts' mutations.
Then, to solve the problems of hell and the human world in one go.
That's why this regulation was put in place to collect information from all sides.
But.
Everyone knew that this was no different from a fantasy.
Sigh~
Xu Shuzi let out a long sigh and finished his last sip of wine.
He stood up, "Alright, I need to go on a mission. I've made plans with them."
Jiang Lin also stood up, "I should go too. Be careful, you have a family."
"I know."
Xu Shuzi patted his shoulder, "Thanks, brother. Only you are willing to listen to me ramble about these things."
Some things cannot be said to outsiders, nor to family.
Only with a brother are there fewer concerns.
After bidding farewell at the entrance of the ghost market, Jiang Lin also began his work.
Two pieces of information had already appeared on his notebook.
Name: Liang Zheng
Age: 32
Occupation: Police