The feast continued for a long time, with countless dishes, interspersed with various culinary abominations.
From time to time, ghosts who had let go of their obsessions and returned to their spectral forms were teleported away.
However, halfway through the feast, Jiang Lin left.
Firstly, the promotional effect had been achieved. Secondly, if the live stream continued, the human viewers would likely not be able to take it anymore.
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Promoting Underworld Culture - Feast! Points +500!"
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Gaining one thousand points of Faith Hearts! (1/3)"
"Ding~ Congratulations to the host for completing the daily task: Live streaming for two hours! (2/3)"
...
"Huh, it's finally over?"
"Wuwuwu... I can't eat anymore."
"Currently basking in the sun, praying for the warm, righteous, and invincible sun to grant me courage!"
The viewers, who had been enthusiastically ordering dishes just moments ago, suddenly wailed.
Their pitiful appearances.
Some had already fled to places with strong yang energy, hoping not to have nightmares that night.
Compared to simply touring the underworld, the feast left an even deeper impression on them.
They were truly capable of bravado, but also genuinely cowardly.
At the same time, a series of trending phrases appeared online.
[You scoundrels, I advise you to behave yourselves. (Link to the live stream attached)]
[The net of heaven has a wide mesh, yet nothing escapes. You can run from people, but not from souls. (Nuclear bomb's benevolent smile)]
[No longer human? Check out the Underworld Live Stream? ]
[Congratulations, you've received 'The Gaze from Hell'...]
As the saying goes, those who do nothing wrong have nothing to fear from a knock on the door.
For those who had done some bad deeds, seeing these things made them even more uneasy.
Behind a building, two men were squatting on a levee, smoking.
The phones in their hands were already on the live stream page.
The live stream image was shaking... no, it was the person holding the phone who was trembling.
After a long while,
One of the men took a deep drag from his cigarette, his voice laced with a hint of tremor.
"Big brother, should we... should we stop?"
"Stop what? It's already like this, and you still want to continue?"
The big brother beside him slapped the younger one on the head.
Western Hall...
Were they not in the western region?
If this underworld truly existed, then it was truly a case of "the monk can run, but the temple cannot."
The younger brother who was hit quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, I mean, should we stop, should we stop!"
The big brother rubbed his bald head, looking annoyed. "What about that merchandise?"
The younger brother quickly said, "Deliver it to Gong Gong, at Gong Gong's doorstep."
*Slap!*
The big brother couldn't help but slap him again. "Can you not give me a scare like that, you almost scared me to death! I was wondering where you got a Gong Gong from!"
...
The next day.
News reports:
Recently, a batch of stolen medical equipment appeared at the doorstep of the Western Region Public Security Bureau.
Recently, a museum's lost painting was returned to the museum, completely intact.
Recently, a woman who had been missing for two days...
Netizens left comments below:
"Welcome home, thank you, streamer~~"
"Today is a good day..."
"Chilling to think about. (Scared.jpg.)"
...
Of course, these were all later developments.
At this moment, Jiang Lin emerged from the feast and looked at the viewers in the live stream's comment section, who were all clamoring to bask in the sun or go to the Public Security Bureau.
After some thought, he turned and headed to the Ghost Market.
While completing live stream tasks, he might as well buy some ghost artifacts.
The Ghost Market in the Western Hall was different from those in the Eastern and Southern Halls.
It was filled with a blend of fantasy and sci-fi styles.
The feast had attracted many ghosts away.
But as Jiang Lin entered, he found the Ghost Market as lively as ever.
However, on second thought, most of the ghosts who went to the feast were those who were unwilling to leave due to their obsessions.
As for those ghosts who had already settled in the underworld, it didn't matter whether they went or not.
Therefore, the Ghost Market was still bustling with shops opening, people strolling, and entertainment.
In the air, the private restaurant where Jiang Lin and his companions had eaten last time still stood at the highest point of the Ghost Market.
In the distance, long trains moved like dragons, shuttling back and forth.
They would stop briefly, and ghosts would get on and off.
If one listened carefully, one could hear the sounds of various motorcycle ghost artifacts starting up.
On the streets, groups of two or three ghosts could be seen gathered together from time to time.
They surrounded the ghost in the center, looking down at something.
Shouting, "Quick, quick! Go for it!"
"Dodge, dodge, run to the right!"
"The opponent is catching up, now's the time, give it a counter-kill!"
Other ghosts walked while holding what looked like comic books, reading them intently.
As they read, their heads would bump into the pillars in front of them.
*Bang!*
...
"Hahaha, I do the same thing with my phone, I bump into utility poles without paying attention."
"I fell into a pit last time and couldn't get out for half an hour."
"Good heavens, they're playing games over there. Listening to it makes my hands itch, I haven't played in ages."
"Since the streamer appeared, I've almost said goodbye to games. How can games be as good as the streamer... pfft, how can games be as good-looking as the streamer!"
Once in the Ghost Market, both the environment and the atmosphere were completely different from the feast.
Here, it was closer to the daily lives of the viewers and felt a bit more familiar.
Indeed, without suffering, there was no comparison.
After being traumatized by the feast, everything else seemed familiar.
For example, that ghost with a fierce look, dressed in blood-stained clothes, as if it were about to devour someone.
And that one over there, some mutated ghost creature.
The viewers no longer felt scared.
Although images of those spicy ghost dishes would occasionally flash through their minds, most of the viewers' attention had shifted to the Ghost Market.
Or rather, they were forcing themselves to shift their attention quickly.
The feast...
The anger towards the underworld ghosts, the horror at the dishes, and the mixture of respect and fear towards Meng Hu.
It had all been too draining.
They felt like their bodies had been hollowed out...
"Hahahahaha... I love the Ghost Market so much."
"[Jiu Mi Bo Mi] tipped the streamer Watermelon * 99!"
"[Guardian Zhang Qi Ling] tipped the streamer Mushroom * 10. With a message: Thank you, streamer, for bringing us to the Ghost Market to cleanse our eyes~"
"Huh? Have the ghosts realized something?"
...
Jiang Lin was walking along the road, and at first, everything was fine.
As he walked, he suddenly noticed ghosts passing by turning their heads to look at him.
Ghosts walking ahead suddenly turned their heads 180 degrees to look at him.
Then, they slowly turned back another 180 degrees.
Jiang Lin: "..."