An Rugu frowned slightly. Ever since she became famous, she received countless messages every day hoping that she would promote products.
Shampoo, shower gel, snacks, shoes, clothes...all kinds of things.
Even though she was well-informed, she had never heard of such a strange demand for bringing goods.
She really couldn't figure it out, so she asked directly: "What do you want to promote?"
Bai Wuchang smiled and explained softly, "After you read Lord Yama's memorial, you will probably find the answer."
An Rugu paused, looked down at the letter in his hand that exuded a strong ghostly aura, and opened the cover casually, and the complex insect and bird seal script came into view.
Shang Yue had never seen the King of Hell before. When she heard that the King of Hell actually sent a memorial to An Rugu, she was extremely curious.
She was wrapped like a dumpling and squirmed on the ground for a long time. She crawled to An Rugu's feet and raised her head with difficulty, trying to see what was written inside.
What the King of Hell wrote must be very powerful.
But before she could see what was inside the letter, a ray of light pierced her eyes, and they felt like they were burning in fire.
"Ah!" She rolled on the ground in pain, her eyes gradually turning red.
Bai Wuchang looked like this, stretched out his right hand, and a faint ghost aura attacked Shang Yue, covering her eyes.
Shang Yue's burning eyes felt like they were covered with an ice pack, and she felt a little better. She kept whimpering, "What the hell is this? It hurts so much."
Bai Wuchang sighed softly: "How can you read the memorial given by Lord Yama?"
This little girl used to look quite smart, but now she is becoming more and more...
Didn't she notice that neither she nor Hei Wuchang were looking in that direction?
The King of Hell is the king of the underworld, ruling the eighteen levels of hell, in charge of the cycle of life and death, half ghost and half god. Every word he writes is a divine mark, with terrifying power attached to it.
If Shang Yue's cultivation was a little weaker, his soul might have been destroyed on the spot.
Bai Wuchang glanced at An Rugu vaguely.
The human world and the underworld are not connected. Even he, a ghost who often comes to the human world to collect souls, does not know much about the human world.
But...he knew An Rugu very well because he often watched her live broadcasts.
She was able to read the memorial for such a long time, so she must be not much weaker than the heavenly master in the world.
After reading the memorial, An Rugu understood what was going on.
Nowadays, there are too many ghosts in the underworld, and the ghost messengers are too busy to handle them.
In this case, the underworld will usually select a living person from the human world and let him serve as a living ghost messenger, also called a walking ghost messenger, a walking ghost, or a walking impermanence.
There have been many records since ancient times about the underworld selecting people from the human world.
For example, in the previous dynasty, a man was invited to the underworld to serve as a judge. He served for a long time. When he came back, he wrote a book called "Questions and Answers about the Underworld", which explained many things in the underworld very clearly and unveiled the mysterious veil of the underworld.
The King of Hell gave her an offer, hoping that she would be his ghost messenger.
However, her job is different from that of ordinary ghost messengers - the King of Hell hopes that she can broadcast the ghost messenger live.
She was a little puzzled. She raised her eyes and looked at Bai Wuchang who was waiting quietly in front of her: "Has your Lordship watched my live broadcast?"
Bai Wuchang took out a white cell phone and said with a smile: "Technicians from the human world went to the underworld to study Yin Qi and connected the underworld to the Internet, so we can watch the live broadcast."
The phone was obviously made of paper, but it actually worked. After turning it on, there were very few software on the homepage, and the icon of the Shark Platform came into view.
"We have just started building the network in the underworld, so there are relatively few apps that can be used. The Shark Platform is the first software that the King of Hell asked the technicians to install."
Bai Wuchang clicked on the Shark platform, and after operating for a while, he opened An Rugu's live broadcast room.
The live broadcast room is playing a replay of the previous live broadcast.
Comments in the live broadcast room: [This woman was able to catch both the father and the son at the same time. I have lived for twenty years and died for thirty years, a total of years, and I have never caught a man. I am jealous. ]
[Damn, I ate the melon and ended up eating my own food. This destined person, the wandering wizard, is my cousin. I didn't expect that my cousin and uncle are so naive. I'm speechless.]
[This anchor is so accurate in fortune telling. I really want her to tell me where my ideal husband is. If he doesn't come to find me, I'm going to drink Meng Po soup and reincarnate.]
An Rugu: “?”
The popularity in the upper right corner is as high as 156 million.
“…A ghost is watching my live broadcast?”
Bai Wuchang smiled and said decisively, "Yes."
An Rugu, who had experienced many storms, took a deep breath in disbelief.
She is even more popular in the underworld than in the world of the living?
Bai Wuchang saw some surprise on her face, but said nonchalantly, "There are many more ghosts in the underworld than people in the human world. Cell phones are in short supply in the underworld and can only be bought by family members or in stores. Only a few ghosts have cell phones. After a while, there should be more."
An Rugu: “…”
It turns out that when she was live streaming to people, she was also live streaming to ghosts.
Even the King of Hell is watching her live broadcast...
Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "Master, are you willing to take on this job?"
An Rugu lowered his eyes and looked at the memorial in his hand, as if thinking about something.
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The King of Hell only sent the offer without explaining the reason, which made her a little confused.
"This matter involves many things, and it's not something I can decide on my own. Let me think about it for a while before giving you a reply, okay?"
"Of course you can." Bai Wuchang smiled, his smile like a spring breeze: "The King of Hell said that as long as you take this job, Tiandi Bank will reward you with 800 billion underworld coins. When you die and go to the underworld, you can take it out and spend it directly."
Human beings are the most intelligent creatures in the world. When people burn paper money devoutly, the paper money will be attached with a little bit of power and transferred to the bank of heaven and earth. Only this money can reach the hands of relatives and friends.
Therefore, the underworld is not particularly inflationary, and 800 billion underworld banknotes is an extremely large number.
Before An Rugu could answer, Shang Yue next to her had stars in her eyes.
"When I was at my richest, I only had 100,000 yuan. You're going to be the richest man in the prefecture soon!"
The King of Hell has given too much.
Bai Wuchang seemed to have thought of something and raised his lips: "By the way, our underworld APP is copied from your APP on earth, and we can also reward the anchor.
Let me see, there are a lot of ghost money rewards in your live broadcast room, you can take it out and use it when you die."
The two ghosts looked at her intently with focused expressions. They both felt that this number was extremely large and she would definitely be satisfied.
An Rugu: “…”
What they said was nice, but she is a living person now.
Ghost money sounds really unlucky.
She rubbed her brows, feeling mixed emotions, and her brain was working rapidly, calculating the feasibility of this matter.
The Lord of the Underworld sent her an offer. If she refused, her afterlife would probably not be beautiful at all.
She considered her words for a while and began to practice Tai Chi: "What I said before was not an excuse. The rules in the human world are no less than those in the underworld. Can I ask others if they agree first?"
Bai Wuchang immediately agreed: "Wait for good news."
An Rugu took out her cell phone and was about to contact someone when she saw Zhang Tianshi's WeChat and simply made a call.
Zhang Tianshi is the master of Xuanmen and has connections with everyone. It would be right to ask him about this matter.
After a while, Zhang Tianshi answered the phone with a kind and gentle voice: "My friend, is there anything that bothers you? I am out of town on business right now, and I can't reach you until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Nothing's too much trouble."
An Rugu said softly, "Actually, I'm doing a live broadcast now, and I have a lot of fans. What I talk about most in the live broadcast room is fortune-telling, and I basically don't talk about ghosts. Now I have an errand. Do you think ghosts can appear in the live broadcast room?"
Zhang Tianshi smiled and said, "I know your live broadcast is very good and promotes the positive image of our Xuanmen. As for the appearance of ghosts, don't worry, I will cover you even if the sky falls."
An Rugu nodded: "I understand, thank you, Master."
Then he called Lin Weiyu from the Special Management Bureau and asked if he could live broadcast the ghost catching.
There was a "puff" sound from the other end of the microphone. Lin Weiyu was so scared that she spat out the water she had just drunk. She wiped her mouth, and was extremely surprised.
"Is the fortune-telling live broadcast no longer enough for you?"
An Rugu sighed softly: "This matter is a bit complicated."
"...I don't know. Let me ask for you."
Not long after, Lin Weiyu received news that even she couldn't believe: "The superiors agreed."
"OK."
An Rugu exchanged a few pleasantries with her and hung up the phone. Her white jade-like hands tightly grasped the phone, feeling that everything was going too smoothly.
It seems like there is someone behind all this.
This wasn't the first time she had felt this way.
The last time she was doing a fortune telling live, her boyfriend who had died more than 20 years ago came back to find her. She revealed the existence of the underworld in the live broadcast room, and the live broadcast room was not blocked.
Later, she tried to test the waters by lighting a spell in front of the camera, but it was not blocked. Later, she even used magic to make the popular star Lü Fang tell the camera about his luck, and the live broadcast room was not blocked either.
An Rugu looked at Bai Wuchang as if he had realized something: "Is it the Lord of Hell who is communicating with the human world?"
This is very much like an agreement between the underworld and the world of the living, which was negotiated long ago.
Bai Wuchang obviously knew something and smiled without saying anything.
After a long pause, he said, "Yes, as for the reason, you can understand that the underworld needs faith. The underworld has been silent for too long, and it is time for it to see the light of day again."
However, because of the predicted catastrophe, the human world did not oppose the actions of the underworld.
An Rugu finally understood that it was a matter of faith.
But why did they come to me... Is it because I am the most popular metaphysics anchor in the world?
The thoughts in her mind were like a ball of yarn, and she simply stopped thinking about it and looked up at Bai Wuchang: "I agree to be the ghost messenger."
The mountains are high and the moon is small, but as long as you step into the chess game, everything will eventually come to light.
............
Shang Yue was trembling with fear and had already thought about how he would die.
However, Bai Wuchang took back the soul-locking chain and smiled: "I have taught you some skills. You can help Master An deal with difficult ghosts in the future."
Shang Yue was stunned and overjoyed. She could actually stay in the human world and not have to go back to the underworld?
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"Thank you, Master Seventh, and Master Eighth."
Shang Yue rolled and crawled to his feet, bowed to the two of them, and looked fawning.
As Shang Yue said farewell, a strong yin energy roared in and surrounded the two ghosts of death.
When the negative energy dissipated, the place was empty, as if the two people had never been there.
When Shang Yue saw the two leave, she felt as if she had been pardoned. She turned around and looked at An Rugu, as excited as if she had seen her own parents.
"Thanks to you, otherwise I would have been skinned alive by Master Ba and sent to hell."
An Rugu curiously looked through the equipment the two impermanence ghosts had just given him, and casually said, "Didn't you see that the Seventh Master had no intention of punishing you from the beginning to the end?"
"Hmm? Really?"
Shang Yue paused as she was wiping her tears and couldn't help but think back to what had just happened.
Apart from tying himself up with the soul-locking chain, the Seventh Master did not do anything to himself.
It was more like protection than restraint. After all, she would not have a good ending if she fell into the hands of the Eighth Master.
Qi Ye is so good to her.
She was deeply moved. Her eyes swept across the equipment on the table, and deep surprise and admiration flashed in her eyes: "You haven't died yet, and you've become a civil servant in the underworld."
An Rugu: “…”
She teased, "And he is the human representative of the underworld."
Before leaving, Heibai Wuchang handed her the necessary equipment for a ghost messenger.
A tall hat on the head, a mourning stick, a soul-locking chain, a soul-calling banner, a cell phone from the underworld, the rules for the underworld messenger... and a folded book.
When the task comes, the corresponding task will appear on this folder.
She opened the folder and found that there were already two tasks on it.
【Guiding the Dead Souls:
Name: Zhang Fan
Time of death: ...]
[Capture the Dead Souls:
Name: Wei Haichen
Time of death: ...]
.........
The schedules of people in the underworld and those in the world of the living are completely opposite. People in the world of the living rest at sunset, while people in the underworld work at sunset.
The ghost always takes away the souls of the dead at night.
After the Taoist temple closed, the tourists left reluctantly and the temple became desolate and lonely again.
A gust of wind blew, and the yellow leaves on the ground were rustling, revealing a somewhat eerie atmosphere.
The cold moonlight lingered in the misty night sky and then sprinkled on the ground. The night and the earth became one color. The sky had darkened and it was night.
After finishing her dinner, An Rugu placed her paper phone on the bedside, recited the spell taught to her by the Black and White Impermanence, and then lay down on the bed, quietly waiting for her soul to leave her body.
Shang Yue was worried that something might happen to her, so he waited beside her and stared at her intently.
Not long after, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire room like daylight.
Shang Yue already had experience, so she immediately raised her hands to cover her eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Fuck, you're almost blinding my eyes, what happened to your soul?"
"I don't know either."
An Rugu stood upright on the bed, lying on the bed with a peaceful sleeping face.
She looked down at herself who looked like a little golden man, and was surprised.
Why is my soul like this? It is different from all the souls I have seen.
An Rugu tried all the spells she knew, and when she recited the Heart Purification Mantra among the Eight Great Mantras, the golden light gradually converged and slowly entered her body.
At first glance, her soul was almost the same as the person lying on the bed, except that it was a little more transparent, making it look a little unreal.
Shang Yue saw the golden light fade away, then he put down his hand and said with lingering fear: "The noise of your soul leaving your body is as loud as that of the King of Hell... If I didn't know you were a human, I would have thought you were a god."
“I don’t know.”
An Rugu picked up his paper phone, found the Shark platform, and logged into his account.
Ordinary mobile phones cannot take pictures of ghosts, but this phone can. Moreover, after being adjusted by the technicians in the underworld, it can connect to the signal of the living world, and the live broadcast room is the people in the living world.
This is what it means to “propaganda the underworld”.
After entering the password, the familiar backstage comes into view.
She put on her ghost messenger's clothes, took the soul-locking chain, said goodbye to Shang Yue, and then flew towards the location mentioned in the mission book.
Because it is a soul body, its feet do not touch the ground at all, and its speed is much faster than walking.
She was not used to this speed, but she soon mastered the technique and was able to do it almost as if it were flat ground.
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Soon, she arrived at South City Third Hospital.
Nancheng Third Hospital is the best public hospital in Nancheng. Even though it is night time now, there are still crowds of people there.
She floated into the Third Hospital, the pungent smell of disinfectant hit her in the face, and the sound of messy footsteps echoed in her ears.
Doctors, nurses, and family members walked quickly through the corridor, with people coming and going.
An Rugu passed by them and no one looked at her.
She went to the second floor, where the intensive care unit ward was.
The sound of dripping water rushed into my ears, and the wailing of patients' families was everywhere.
She thought for a moment and typed the title of the live broadcast room into the background of the live broadcast room on the paper phone: "The Daily Life of a Ghost Messenger."
Then, press the live broadcast start button, and the special mobile phone will link the signal to the Yangjian network and log on to the Yangjian live broadcast platform.
Tens of millions of living people who followed her received the message almost at the same time: "The anchor you follow has started broadcasting, go and watch it."
Hundreds of thousands of people instantly flooded into the live broadcast room, and the popularity reached several million, but the comments were all confusing.
She was wearing a black ghost messenger suit, a tall hat on her head, holding a soul-locking chain, and had cold eyes and brows, looking very similar to Hei Wuchang.
[Today is not the tenth day yet, why did the anchor suddenly start broadcasting? 】
[The usually lazy anchor actually added a new broadcast, happy New Year brothers! 】
[I advise you to read more fortunes today, and don’t be ungrateful, otherwise I will get angry and show you. ]
[I just saw the host's outfit today, it's so beautiful, it's beautiful to a new level. ]
[I am taking screenshots like crazy, and my photo album is almost full. ]
[Where did the anchor buy this outfit? It looks really good on her. I want to buy the same one so I can go to the comic convention and play spy.]
An Rugu saw these comments and pointed the camera at the door of the intensive care unit: "Today is not a spy, just like the title, it is an ordinary daily routine.
Today is my first time to be a ghost messenger, let me show you around."
Her voice was as clear as the sound of jade hitting each other, and the people in the live broadcast room could hear it clearly.
However, the people around her could not see her or hear her speak, and they passed her by as usual.
Audiences from all over the motherland: “???”
[Hahaha, I didn't expect that the usually aloof anchor would play immersive games. How exciting. ]
[I'm going to reveal my true colors. I'm not pretending anymore. I am Hei Wuchang, the famous leader of the underworld.]
[Alas, it seems that the things that happened decades ago can no longer be hidden from everyone. Yes, I am the Meng Po you often talk about. You have all tasted the soup I made. ]
[I am the host's road to hell. 】
【I am the anchor watching Wangchuanshui. 】
An Rugu: “…”
If she didn't know that the world of the living and the underworld do not use the same system, she would have actually believed it.
She uses a special paper phone that can capture ghosts.
But it is connected to the net of the living world——
The audience in the live broadcast room are all people in the mortal world, so they are all talking nonsense.
At this time, bursts of sobbing and talking were heard nearby.
She turned her head and saw that there was a woman crying on the chair in front of the ward, and someone next to her was comforting her.
"Xiao Fan will definitely be saved. The doctors at the Third Hospital are so good. Don't worry."
"Fanfan is blessed with a long life, so don't ruin your health by crying."
"I know, I know." The woman patted her chest, trying to comfort herself, muttering to herself.
"It will be fine. I have never done anything bad. God will be kind to him."
She felt like she was having an absurd dream. She pinched herself and the sharp pain spread to her brain, but she couldn't wake up.
She focused on her career and didn't get married until she was 30 years old. Fortunately, Fanfan was born very healthy, cried very loudly, and was very lively.
Compared to the naughty kids next door, Fanfan doesn’t cry or make a fuss, and is as well-behaved as a girl.
When he was one year old, he could call mom and dad and walk. When he was two years old, he smiled whenever he saw anyone and was very popular. When she took him out, the children in the community liked to play with him.
She thought she would watch him grow up, but she didn't expect that today when the family went out to play, he was hit by a speeding car.
She looked at the other person's small body twisting in pain, her hands were covered with blood from his broken arm, and she felt like she was falling into the abyss.
Her Fanfan hasn't had time to grow up yet, so why did time stop for him?
The angle of the phone was facing downwards, so the audience didn't see the person, but only heard the woman's sad voice, and they were all heartbroken.
[I thought about when my grandfather passed away. He told me that he was going to sleep for a while. I went to the hospital cafeteria to buy a meal, and when I came back, I found that he had passed away.]
[As a doctor, I can only say that the hospital has experienced too many ups and downs.]
[I hope the people in the ward are safe and sound and can get through the crisis. Those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future.]
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When An Rugu heard the woman's words, he retracted his gaze and walked towards the ward.
Her figure was like a dream, passing through the door without any resistance and walking in.
On the outermost bed lay a little boy with tubes inserted all over his body.
He fell into a coma, looked extremely painful, and his face was as pale as paper.
An Rugu calculated the time with his fingers, his eyes flashing slightly.
The time is almost up.
She then said, "In one minute, this child will die. The first task today is to lead him back to the underworld."
A minute later, the heart stopped beating and the instrument began to beep. Soon, many doctors rushed in and took out instruments to rescue him.
However, no matter how hard they tried to save him, there was no heartbeat.
The leading doctor was used to seeing life and death, but no matter how many times he had seen it, he still felt deep sadness. Especially since this was a five-year-old child.
His family was sitting outside the door, anxiously waiting for news, hoping desperately that he would survive.
He didn't know how to face the family members for a moment, so he could only sigh deeply, put down the instrument, turned his head and looked at the assistant next to him: "Go out and notify the family members."
The assistant left immediately, and soon loud crying was heard outside.
An Rugu looked at the dazed and pale little boy beside the bed and said, "Come with me."
The little boy looked at her as if he was suddenly awakened. After thinking for a moment, he walked to her side and looked up at her with his little face.
"Sister, have you seen my mother?"
He had been unconscious for a long time and was in a state of confusion just now. His first reaction when he regained consciousness was to look for his mother.
Even when the boy's soul appeared, the live broadcast room was already in an uproar.
【As a parent of a child, I felt very involved in the host's script and was already crying. 】
[Oh my god, the anchor not only played spy today, but also did special effects. Every frame is burning money. ]
[Am I the only one who thinks this seems real? I've never heard of a company that can create such sophisticated real-time effects.]
[You are the only one who thinks so. The host rarely interacts with us, maybe it is a recorded broadcast (dog head)]
[Where do you get the confidence that ordinary cameras can capture four-dimensional creatures? Believe in science, my friends.]
An Rugu looked down at the little boy and said, "Your mother is not here. Come back with me."
The boy in the hospital gown shook his head: "My mom told me not to go home with strangers."
Then he sat on the stool next to him, propped up his chubby face, and said in a very childish voice: "I will wait here for my mother to come back."
【Hahahahahahaha, the child really listens to his mother. 】
【Finally, I see a kid who isn't a naughty kid. 】
[Host, take out your lollipops and seduce him. No child can resist the temptation of candy.]
An Rugu didn't bring any candy. Seeing that he was so stubborn, she took out the soul-locking chain and said, "Your mother is outside the door. Come with me to see her."
The little boy didn't realize he was dead when he saw his own body. If he realized it later, he might lose control, so it's better to tie him up now.
When the little boy heard the word "mom", his eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and followed her: "Okay, go find mom."
The next second, the soul-locking chain grew rapidly, wrapping the little boy in circles, making him into a small dumpling.
The little boy moved his arms and found that he couldn't break free, and he immediately understood.
It turns out that this older sister is not a good person. According to my mother, she is here to traffic children.
He suddenly sobbed: "Don't take me away, Mom will be sad, please, don't..."
He had a delicate and cute appearance, and he looked so pitiful when he sobbed, which instantly made the audience in the live broadcast room feel heartbroken.
[Fuck, how did that chain grow so fast? Newton's coffin would not be able to cover it! ]
[Host, please don't hurt the actor. The little boy must be in pain because he is wrapped so tightly.]
[This little boy's acting is really good, his crying is so realistic. If I didn't know this was a script, I would have suspected that this was a human trafficking scene.]
The soul-locking chain will not harm the soul. An Rugu held the soul-locking chain and was about to go through the gate to take him away.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened and a group of parents rushed in.
The leading woman, looking pale, stumbled in, walked to the bed, looked at her son who had stopped breathing, and patted her son's chubby face, trying to wake him up.
"Fanfan, it's time to get up. Don't sleep any more. Mom will make you your favorite spinach noodles."
**The man didn't move at all, as stiff as a doll.
The woman patted his face several times. Under normal circumstances, he would have woken up long ago, but the ** man still did not respond.
The relative next to him said in a sad voice: "Fanfan is gone."
"I can't survive."
The little boy was overjoyed when he saw his mother coming to find him: "Mom, I'm here!"
He dragged the chain with great effort to her front, and happily shook his body, which was wrapped like a dumpling, feeling extremely fortunate.
"Mom, it's a good thing you came, otherwise I would have been captured by the bad guys."
"This sister is so mean. She trapped me with this black thing. I almost thought I would never see you again."
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