She pondered for a moment, then said, “Those who know about my livestream of the Underworld are almost all my long-time viewers. The second livestream will air tonight.”

The viewers in the livestream were immediately thrilled.

[A new viewer pops up here! Is it real? Does the Underworld really exist? Or is it just a staged spectacle like in the TV dramas?]

[I’ll direct you to the supertopic; look at the pinned post. There, an expert has compiled various pieces of evidence and made a long post. You’ll thank me after reading it.]

That expert was truly amazing; they dug up the time and location of the last livestream, making it impossible for ordinary people to deny the streamer. An amusement park employee even came forward, saying she did see a couple get on the Ferris Wheel and not come out, and later she checked out Weibo only to find that the viewers’ descriptions matched that couple perfectly.

[This streamer is so good, she’d actually be streaming to you even in the Underworld.]

[Ahhhhh, I’m not sleeping tonight! I’m eagerly waiting for the livestream!]

………….

On a winter evening, the sky was incredibly gray, and the twilight cast the image of bare branches on the ground like a hand-drawn sketch, leaving faint traces.

Nancheng was located in the central part of the country, where summers were hot and winters were cold, and there was no central heating. Pilgrims came and went, exhaling much white mist as they talked, which rose into the sky.

The little jiangshi heard them say it was cold, so she ran to An Rugu’s side, looked up at her, and asked, “Sister, are you cold?”

The little jiangshi was an ominous yin creature born from the essence of heaven, earth, sun, and moon, and she could not feel hot or cold.

“I’m not cold.” An Rugu was wearing a black coat, and golden light protected her body, insulating her from the cold and heat.

An Rugu picked up the paper phone and put it in her pocket.

Now that the Underworld has internet access, officials could download software somewhat similar to WeChat in the human world, which contained many contact methods and could be used for business.

Previously, viewers expressed a desire for a dream-telling service, so she inquired about it with the ghost envoy Bai Ye. It turned out that the dream-telling service was conducted by the Dream-Telling Department in the Underworld, and if she wanted to learn how to do it, she would need approval from this department before she could learn the skill.

She was going to do a livestream anyway, so she planned to take care of this while she was at it.

She straightened her clothes, took a step with her right foot, and prepared to go out.

Just then, a childish voice suddenly came from beside her, “Sister, I want to go to the Underworld to play too.”

She stared at her longingly, her eyes filled with anticipation for the Underworld. She fiddled with her fingers and whispered, “I’ve never seen what the Underworld looks like.”

An Rugu glanced at her, “Have you finished your homework?”

The little jiangshi nodded vigorously, her twin ponytails swaying back and forth, “Finished writing.”

She had learned that An Rugu was going to the Underworld today, so she finished her homework early, something she had never done before.

An Rugu lowered her eyes, pondering the feasibility, and remained silent for a long time.

The little jiangshi, thinking things were going to end badly, could only say disappointedly, “…Then go ahead, but remember to come back early. If you encounter any danger, call me.”

She raised the pink smartwatch on her right hand.

An Rugu had bought this for her, and she treasured it like a precious gem, even reluctant to take it off when she slept. After all, twenty years ago, cell phones were still bulky bricks, and there wasn’t anything this cool.

She put pink pig stickers on it, which made it both pretty and cute.

The pilgrims liked to tease her because she looked cute. She would always casually raise her hand, as if showing off an expensive watch.

She’d be very happy if someone complimented her watch. If they didn’t, she’d feel down.

Seeing her like this, An Rugu pondered for a moment, then simply bent down, took her hand, and led her to the door.

The little jiangshi’s eyes widened, round and bright, and she exclaimed excitedly, “Will you take me with you?!”

“Yes, let’s go,” An Rugu said.

Jiangshi were ominous creatures of yin, and the Underworld, with its heavy yin energy, was their rightful home, so of course they could go there. Besides, Shang Yue usually liked to play games and was busy herself, so the little jiangshi usually only played in her room by herself. Seeing the outside world wouldn’t be a bad thing.

The little jiangshi was overjoyed and followed her closely. Unlike humans, her muscles were not very flexible, making her gait a bit strange, but it was still much better than ordinary jiangshi who could only hop around.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Nancheng Suburban Prison

The sensational Wu De case has come to an end. Wu De was originally a well-known entrepreneur in Nancheng and was very famous. It wasn’t until the media broke the news that he was once a notorious gangster that people realized, causing a public uproar. Now, with conclusive evidence and multiple charges against him, he was set for execution today.

Wu De, dressed in prison clothes, looked at the prison guard beside him and asked, “How much longer?”

“Almost there, in ten minutes.”

Upon hearing this, Wu De looked at the iron fence, and all the past events flashed before his eyes, filling his heart with resentment and unwillingness.

He, once a powerful and ruthless figure, had fallen to this state because his eldest son, whom he had always despised, had personally reported him.

Moreover, in court, his eldest son told him the whole truth.

The youngest son, whom he loved to the core, was not his own child, but rather the offspring of his wife with his eldest son.

Two bastards!

The complete collapse of his career, love life, and family relationships enraged him.

Suddenly, he thought of An Rugu. If her fortune-telling could be so accurate, then there must be a mysterious power at play, and naturally ghosts must also exist.

He wanted to become a vengeful ghost, first skinning and disemboweling those two bastards, then killing the old detective who had been watching him for many years, and all the people he had hated before… they all had to die.

Ten minutes later, he stopped breathing, his consciousness fading into a hazy blur. He didn’t want to lose consciousness; he was determined to become a vengeful ghost!

Not long after, his consciousness returned, and he stared blankly down at his illusory body.

He was still in that room, next to his lifeless body.

A fervent glint flashed in his eyes—there really were ghosts in this world.

He has become a ghost, and he was going to kill people!

Just as he was about to make a move, a gust of wind swept towards him, and everything went black.

The next second, when he opened his eyes, the world around him had suddenly changed from a closed room to the suburbs.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the high-pitched, hoarse cawing of crows echoed nearby. Beside him stood a dilapidated land god temple.

Wu De didn’t think anything was wrong and laughed heartily, “It seems that even God wants me to take revenge.”

Before he could even feel happy for a moment, a somewhat familiar female voice suddenly came to his ears, “Wu De, let’s get going.”

Wu De: “???”

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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