"Auntie, it's like this..."
Yao Yunxiang didn't have much time to explain, but Zhou Ma recognized the person in the live stream. The clothes Zhou Xiong was wearing were ones she had mended and patched several times.
She didn't know if what she was seeing was real or fake, nor did she understand what a live stream was. She only saw...
Her man, lying on the ground, unmoving, with a pool of blood around him.
She also saw her man floating next to the police officers, urgently saying something.
The lining of the clothes?
She knew. It was around his waist, hidden by his thick coat... it was something she had sewn with her own hands, stitch by stitch!
Qin Ma covered her face, her vision blurred.
How could this have happened? Didn't he say he'd be back after the New Year...
At this moment, Yao Yunxiang spoke, "Auntie, is there anything else you want to say to him?"
Anything else to say?
Qin Ma thought, and many things immediately came to mind.
What would happen to this family without him? Their daughter was still in school, and they hadn't eaten the New Year's Eve dinner he had promised.
There were so many things she wanted to say.
But in the end, Zhou Ma's lips trembled, and she only managed to utter one sentence:
"Tell him, tell him..."
After Qin Ma finished speaking, Yao Yunxiang quickly opened his phone keyboard and typed it into the bullet comments.
There were many bullet comments, and the sentence was quickly drowned out.
He typed it a second time, a third time...
A fourth time...
Seeing Yao Yunxiang's trembling hands, his brothers next to him couldn't help but pull out their own phones.
"Send us the link, and we'll post it with you."
They didn't know much about the underworld live stream, only having heard of it. They also knew that Yao Yunxiang watched it often.
No matter what Yao Yunxiang was doing, whether he was being foolish or acting out some chuunibyou fantasy...
As his brothers, this was all they could do to help.
After sending out the link, a group of young men entered the live stream and started posting bullet comments together.
But they had underestimated the popularity of the live stream.
These few people were still too insignificant compared to the vast number of viewers.
"This omen doesn't look good..."
"Actually, the fact that the uncle dared to hit an impermanence officer shows his potential is not small."
"By the way... did someone just say something? Did anyone see it?"
"It sounded like 'wife' or something? As a single dog, I'm seeing so many 'wives'!"
"[Pian Pian] tipped the streamer 10 gold bars with a message: Uncle's wife has something to say, everyone pay attention!"
Uncle's wife??
Someone found the uncle's wife??
Some viewers began to notice the bullet comments posted by Yao Yunxiang and his friends, and then, in their own ways, either by tipping or by copying and pasting, they helped.
One, two, three...
Gradually, only one sentence remained on the entire bullet comment feed.
Every single bullet comment was a copy-paste of the same sentence!
Tens of thousands of viewers stopped speaking.
They only hoped that the streamer would see this sentence.
One person's strength might be small, but when many small strengths are combined, they form a force that cannot be ignored.
People have herd mentality. Even if some people didn't want to say anything, they would copy and paste it at this moment.
...
The Human World.
Above the highway.
Zhou Xiong's aura grew increasingly agitated, his pupils rolled back, and black smoke began to rise from his head.
But he was completely unaware of it, still following the young police officer, desperately wanting to say something.
Wanting to leave something behind.
At this moment, Jiang Lin withdrew his gaze from the live stream and looked at Zhou Xiong, saying calmly,
"Zhou Xiong, your wife wants you not to worry about them. She'll make you a bowl of braised pork when she comes down later."
Zhou Xiong, who had been anxiously unable to vent his emotions and didn't know what to do, suddenly quieted down upon hearing this.
He slowly turned around, looked at this White Impermanence, and murmured,
"She, she said that?"
Jiang Lin: "Mm."
"Oh."
Zhou Xiong nodded, a "Is that so?" expression appearing on his honest face.
He didn't dwell on how his wife knew, nor did he think about whether they could meet again after descending, or if braised pork could be made in the underworld...
Just hearing this sentence smoothed out the anxiety he felt.
The words that had nowhere to go in his heart seemed to have found their place.
Images then flashed through his mind:
His wife cooked braised pork, piled high on a plate, and served with a full bowl of white rice, then called him to eat.
In the live stream, Zhou Xiong's brown pupils reappeared over the whites of his eyes, and those wisps of black energy disappeared.
...
Zhou Xiong scratched his head and chuckled,
"This woman, really. Who's thinking about her braised pork? There's plenty of delicious food out here."
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and looked at the young police officer again, instructing,
"Officer, remember to give the money to my wife..."
As he was speaking, he saw the police officers who were about to get into their cars suddenly stop.
Among them, the young police officer took out his phone, glanced at it, then looked up into the air.
The Bluetooth earpiece by his ear emitted a faint glow.
"Okay."
The young police officer suddenly responded to the air, as if replying to someone.
After speaking, ignoring the gazes of others, he bent down and got into the police car.
"..."
Zhou Xiong stood in the air, stunned.
Did that police officer just speak to him?
The next moment, Zhou Xiong's collar was grabbed again.
Jiang Lin lifted the departed soul, "On your way."
This time, Zhou Xiong didn't struggle. He chuckled,
"You're a good ghost, a good Impermanence. Thank you, thank you!"
"Let me tell you, my wife's braised pork is delicious. One bite is all meat, so fragrant~"
"After eating the meat, you can also pour the braised pork sauce over white rice. It can go down with two big bowls of rice."
Jiang Lin: "..."
...
"Pfft... Streamer, you're a good ghost card *1. My eyes were just welling up..."
"The streamer wants to hit someone right now. (dog emoji)"
"That stings. None of us have wives, only you do (facepalm)"
"My girlfriend is lying next to me, hehehe..."
After the streamer saw that sentence, the live stream's bullet comments returned to free expression.
Hearing the uncle's last two sentences, the viewers who had been feeling a bit emotional burst into laughter.
"Let's go, I'm eating braised pork tomorrow."
"Let's go, I'm finding a wife tomorrow."
"Let's go, tomorrow I'll go... look at the meat in other people's bowls."
"Let's go, tomorrow I'll go look at other people's wives."
"?????? Did something strange sneak into the upstairs comments?"
Sometimes, one person's strength is weak. To achieve something, it must be the result of many people working together.
...
The Underworld.
After Jiang Lin sent the nagging departed soul onto the Yellow Springs road, he found a suitable spot and looked towards the live stream camera.
This glance was more effective than anything else.
The live stream's bullet comments immediately became as if they were muted.
Jiang Lin said seriously, "The saying that throwing things at White Impermanence will drop money is not accurate."
"Don't throw things next time, everyone. It's easy to cause trouble."
Jiang Lin had also heard the saying that throwing things at White Impermanence would drop money.
Many of his colleagues had encountered this before. Some thought it was fun and would even throw some money out.
But some felt annoyed and would cause trouble for the other party to vent their anger.
Regardless of whether they had money or not, such behavior was unacceptable.
And...
Jiang Lin wouldn't give money anyway.
His money still needed to fill his own purse.
...
In the live stream, some viewers began to respond with bullet comments, "Okay, streamer!"
"Won't dare to throw, won't dare to throw! My life is precious!"
"Ahem... If, I'm just saying if, what would happen if you threw money at White Impermanence in reverse?"
"..."
Seeing this bullet comment, Jiang Lin fell into a brief silence.
Immediately, he raised his eyelids and looked at the camera, saying calmly,
"You can try."
This glance made the viewer who asked the question subconsciously hold their breath.
Is this the legendary "death glare"?
...
Mini Theater:
After closing the live stream, Jiang Lin went to the Ghost Market and ordered a braised pork rice bowl.
He picked up a piece of braised pork with lean and fatty meat and put it into his mouth, then said slowly,
"Hmm, it is quite fragrant."
It was all meat.