In an instant, countless news reports of women being murdered on their way home flashed through her mind, and a tremendous sense of fear overwhelmed her.

It was so late now, and there was no one else around. If the other party had any evil intentions, the consequences for her could be disastrous.

“Ahhhhhh, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!” Xiaolin shouted as if she had thought of something, as if she had grabbed a lifeline, trying to intimidate the other party.

“There is a Hell in this world. You can’t kill me. If you kill me, you’ll go to Hell!

“Do you know what the Hell of Sawing is like? It’ll saw you apart alive!!!

She shouted at the top of her lungs as she put her right hand on the handle, pulled it open sharply, and quickly tried to leave the car.

Just then, a deep male voice suddenly came from beside her. “Miss, you don’t need to scare me with Hell. I watched that livestream, and I don’t think I’ll go to Hell.

“I’m just curious, when do you plan to get out of the car?

Xiao Lin: “???”

She stopped trying to scramble out, froze, and stayed rooted to the spot. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing much. But you should really get out of the car now, or my girlfriend will misunderstand when she arrives,” the man said softly.

Xiao Lin: “…”

After some conversation, Xiao Lin’s face turned red as she realized she had made a mistake. She could only thank the other party and run away.

It turned out the other person thought she had encountered some trouble and wanted to stay in the car for a while, so they were kind enough not to ask her to get out…

How embarrassing!

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

While the news was spreading across various platforms, An Rugu herself was still in the Underworld, leisurely strolling with a little jiangshi.

She went through the procedures at the dream-telling agency, learned the skills of dream-telling, and downloaded a dream-telling app from the paper phone app store, following other people’s advice.

Customers posted their requests on this app, with the payment details listed below the post, including but not limited to items like ghost money, hairpins, and jade.

She glanced around and found that many people wanted to receive messages in their dreams. However, this was extremely taxing on supernatural energy, and only a handful of ghosts were willing to accept it.

However, her supernatural powers were unfathomable; she thought that when she got back to the mortal realm, she’d take on another mission.

The market in the Underworld was huge; it was called the Ghost Market.

Ghosts who were wealthy in life sold their burial goods; ghosts with skills sell their handicrafts; and those who have nothing sell themselves to work in other people’s homes.

It was not much different from the markets in the human world.

The little jiangshi, clutching a bunch of spider lilies bought from the ghost market, was drawn in by their beauty and curiously brought her nose close to them.

Pollen got into her nostrils, making her sneeze incessantly. It took her a while to calm down, and she muttered, “I don’t get like this when I smell ordinary flowers.”

There were many flowers near Cloud Rise Temple. When the osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, Shang Yue would pick a lot of osmanthus blossoms. She inhaled them for a long time without being choked.

As a jiangshi, her nervous system was different from that of a normal person, so she shouldn’t be sneezing because of pollen.

“The red spider lily can summon souls,” An Rugu said. “It works directly on your soul.”

Little jiangshi: “…How scary.”

The little jiangshi was terrified, as if she were holding a hot potato, and immediately stuffed the spider lily into her pocket. “Then I’m not playing with it anymore.”

She was young and playful, and soon she was attracted by something new, running excitedly to the stall. “This mask was so pretty.”

Before her was a fox mask, exquisitely crafted, brightly colored, and remarkably lifelike—it was absolutely beautiful.

The stall owner said enthusiastically, “You have a good eye! I used to be a craftsman in the imperial palace. The things I made were used by the emperor and were also given as rewards to many ministers. The things I made even became family heirlooms.”

The little jiangshi didn’t understand what emperors and ministers were, but she inexplicably found them impressive, and nodded blankly. “How much?”

Seeing that she was a child, the stall owner chuckled to himself and quoted an exorbitant price, “Three hundred thousand ghost coins, and I guarantee you’ll enjoy the same treatment as an emperor.”

Women and children were the easiest customers to make money from, and this group of customers was the perfect fit!

The little jiangshi swallowed hard, her eyes wide, “That sounds amazing.”

“Of course! Don’t just think about it, take action now!” the stall owner urged.

An Rugu: “…”

An Rugu casually picked up the mask and examined it over and over. The quality was indeed quite good. “Two hundred ghost coins, that’s the most I can offer. It’s only worth this price.

“You say your ancestors are well-known; I don’t need to elaborate.”

Stall owner: “???”

The stall owner seemed a little guilty. “Didn’t I already say? My ancestors were craftsmen for the emperor, what else could it be? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“But you have no parents, you’re an orphan, and after entering the palace, you became…”

Before An Rugu could say anything more, the stall owner immediately changed his tune, looking miserable as he said, “Two hundred, two hundred, two hundred, two hundred, please stop, sister, I’m begging you.”

He still wanted to save face in front of the other ghosts.

Seeing his reaction, An Rugu didn’t make things difficult for him. After paying, she took the mask.

Only money imbued with golden wish power could be deposited into the Heavenly Bank, hence the inflation in the Underworld.

It’s not serious; the money was quite valuable.

You could buy an exquisitely crafted mask for two hundred yuan.

The King of Hell gave her 80 billion yuan in Underworld currency, and Shang Yue said she could be considered the richest person in the Underworld.

She hadn’t been to the Underworld before, so she couldn’t spend her money. Now that she’s here, she’s discovered that having ghost money was actually quite appealing.

Just then, a young man’s somewhat urgent voice came from the side, “Miss, I’ve watched your livestream. I heard you’re very good at fortune telling. Can you tell me about my marriage prospects?”

She looked up and saw a familiar face—the man who had been next to Meng Po just moments before.

It was one thing for people, but even ghosts now wanted to consult her about marriage prospects…

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

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