The ghost messengers from the Eastern Hall temporarily stayed in Building 2.
As it was nearing midnight, Meng Shen didn't linger. After arranging the next day's schedule with Jiang Lin and the others, he left.
Jiang Lin's room number was 2203, the third room on the 22nd floor.
He held the key, opened the door, and felt a sense of novelty.
In the Eastern Hall, doors were opened using ghost energy as a key.
After entering, Jiang Lin surveyed the room.
The entire room was predominantly white, with simple furniture: a bed, a desk, and a chair.
On the ceiling, a cluster of ghostly white flames hung ethereally.
It looked quite presentable.
As a place for a temporary rest, it was certainly sufficient.
Ten minutes before midnight, Jiang Lin heard a distant, melodious bell.
Immediately after, numerous voices carried from outside.
"Hurry, hurry, it's almost twelve."
"Stop playing, time to go back to your rooms."
"Damn it, you stepped on me!"
...
Jiang Lin went to the window and saw figures rushing towards the building from all directions.
These figures didn't use the main entrance but floated directly into mid-air and slipped into rooms through the windows.
Below Building 2, a plump female ghost in a white robe stepped forward.
"I've said it several times, no climbing through windows!"
She placed a hand on her hip and pointed upwards, "Climbing from the rooftop is also not allowed!"
"Why not use the proper doors! You're setting a bad example for the children!"
From a second-floor window, two small heads peeked out – the twin ghost children.
"Dorm supervisor sister, hurry and get inside, it's almost twelve."
As Jiang Lin watched, a black figure suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision.
He turned his head and saw a ghost less than a meter tall clinging to his window.
Its bald, large head and big eyes looked at him innocently and blankly.
'Xiao Er' looked at Jiang Lin, then at the room, and scratched its bare head dazedly.
Jiang Lin thought for a moment and pointed to the left, "Your master is in the room next door."
Xiao Er poked its head out and looked next door.
It couldn't be helped, there were too many rooms in this building, and every window looked identical.
"Thank you."
Xiao Er lowered its head slightly, its voice always sounding like it was out of breath, on the verge of expiring.
After speaking, it quickly crawled towards the next window. Before entering this time, it secretly glanced inside.
After confirming its master was inside, it swiftly flashed in.
A moment later, Jiang Lin saw 'Da Yi' also fly in.
...
"Was that Xiao Er just now? It looked like it was lost (罒w罒)"
"So what exactly happens after twelve? Why is everyone rushing back?"
"The scene is very familiar, I'm starting to recall my student days."
Guided by the live stream, the viewers, tucked in their own beds, took in these scenes.
Watching the hurried figures, they felt a sense of déjà vu.
"In college, I also rushed back to the dorm just before the deadline every night."
"Back in the day, when I went to meet my sweetheart, I also sneaked in through the window like this."
"You guys are all... wait, the one upstairs, you!!!"
"Hey, what kind of rendezvous are you talking about? Whose place were you visiting? Can you elaborate? (friendly smile)"
Seeing the 'dorm supervisor sister' appear later...
The bullet comments section immediately began to drift, "I have a bold idea."
"I have an immature underworld punishment method."
"Don't you guys want to try it?"
"Damn, what are you all talking about?"
"Be a landlady! With so many rooms, wouldn't it be great to collect rent?!"
Landlady?
Collecting rent for an entire building?
Many viewers' eyes lit up.
They didn't have the chance to fulfill this dream when they were alive, perhaps they could have a chance after death?
"I'm going to be the man who owns a building!"
"It probably won't be easy to rent out such a large building in the underworld, right?"
"Brothers, don't get too excited, think about the destructive power of the Southern Hall!"
"I can't help it, just thinking about it makes me excited!"
Amidst the viewers' excitement, that night, another topic surged to the trending list.
#Come to the Southern Territory, Realize Your Landlady Dream!#
...
In the human world, it was also the dead of night.
In an internet cafe, many men and women were still passionately engaged in front of their computers, staying up all night.
Suddenly, a young man wearing headphones and surfing the internet stood up abruptly, startling his companion.
"What are you doing?" his companion asked.
The young man took off his headphones and said indignantly, "I don't think we can go on like this anymore!"
As soon as he spoke, several surrounding gazes turned towards him.
His companion was immediately bewildered, "???"
What "like this"? What's wrong with us?
Hey, hey, we're just out surfing the internet together!
"What's wrong with you?" his companion asked.
The young man glanced at him, "I've decided, starting today, I'm going to work hard!"
His companion: "What madness are you on again? Didn't you say this yesterday?"
For a slacker, after trying to work hard, they'd still be a slacker the next day.
The young man shook his head seriously, full of fighting spirit, "It's different, I've truly decided this time!"
"To have the ability to own a building, I must start working hard from now on!"
"Huh?"
His companion wore an expression of "What chicken soup have you been drinking now?" and said speechlessly:
"Then tell me, how do you plan to work hard?"
The young man grinned, "Maybe start with a workout?"
"Pfft—!"
A group of people nearby couldn't help but spit out their sparkling water.
The young man raised his chin, said no more, and turned to leave the internet cafe with a flourish.
How could these people understand?
Without a good physique, how could one withstand the combat power of the monsters in the Southern Hall?
Slackers have dreams too!
Can't these people in the internet cafe think in a normal direction?
...
The Underworld.
Dong—
Dong—
Dong—
Three more bell tolls sounded, and it was twelve o'clock.
At the moment the last bell chimed, Jiang Lin saw two more hellhounds run into the room next door.
Jiang Lin mused, as expected of the intelligence team, they started gathering information as soon as they entered the Underworld.
He even wondered if King Yama had specifically sent Qin Zhouzhou to collect intelligence.
Because, before they departed...
King Yama had said that upon returning to the Eastern Hall, a report would be required.
Jiang Lin thought for a moment, turned to the desk, and sat down, taking out paper and a pen.
He wasn't sure what kind of information King Yama needed, so he simply wrote down everything he thought was worth recording.
For instance, the characteristics of the Southern Hall he had observed today, the cultivation methods different from the Eastern Hall, and the competition modes at the Underworld Mission Center...
As Jiang Lin wrote, the live stream camera remained focused on the window, not showing what he was writing.
A few minutes later, Jiang Lin put away his pen and placed the paper into a file bag.
From 12 AM to 4 AM, there were four hours.
Generally, when there was no work and no outings, Jiang Lin used this time for cultivation.
This room...
Although it didn't look as sturdy as those in the eighteen halls, it should be, alright?
Just as Jiang Lin was about to cautiously attempt cultivation, the ghostly white flames above suddenly flickered and opened their mouths.
...and spat out a piece of paper.
The paper fluttered down and landed right in front of Jiang Lin.
...