[So you mean you saw your grandfather, who passed away three years ago, in the live stream? Wow, how much are they paying you to go this far?]
[First, let me say that this place is not of this world. Now, seeing my deceased grandfather, I suspect he is not quite right (just my nonsense).]
[To be honest, this place really looks abnormal. What era is it now? Who still lives in thatched cottages? And although I can't clearly see what's below, it gives me a bad feeling!]
[Why does no one believe that "different from a young age" is telling the truth? Have you forgotten what you saw in Dr. Wen's live broadcast last time? Has the bus incident been forgotten so quickly?]
[Since we can see that couple, it's only natural that this brother can see his grandfather, right? After all, this is Dr. Wen's livestream!]
[By rounding up, it means Dr. Wen's live stream isn't from the living world, hahaha!]
Wen Ying's perspective was different from that of the viewers in the livestream; what she saw at that moment was...
It was right next to these thatched cottages that a dense crowd of people appeared... oh no, they were actually souls.
"Why does it look like this down here?"
[The host's question hits the nail on the head]
"Is this... could it be Grandpa Zhang's thatched cottage down there?"
Wen Ying remembered Uncle Zhang saying that his old man had built some kind of thatched cottage.
[The host is indeed exceptionally intelligent.]
"But why is this place different from what I imagined?"
Although it is imagination, it is mostly a scene fantasy constructed through folk tales, novels, TV dramas, and the like.
[Host lacks imagination?]
"This time no idioms? Do you have schools in your system? Don't you take exams during training?"
[...]
Always felt that the host was much smarter than it had imagined, hopefully, it hasn't noticed anything yet.
It seemed that Wen Ying sensed the system wouldn't tell the truth, so she stopped asking.
Just watching like this.
On the other side, Uncle Zhang pulled Aunt Zhang into the empty house. They knelt before the old man's memorial tablet, started burning incense, paper money, and... paper weapons?
Wen Ying finished drawing four pistols and five long knives.
When the shooting started, Uncle Zhang felt his strength waning after firing two pistols.
When the four pistols were spent, his face had already turned deathly pale.
He plopped down on the ground, his forehead covered in sweat.
Aunt Zhang saw this scene and immediately brought water and chocolate for Old Zhang to replenish his energy.
The remaining five knives, she burned them one by one while muttering, "Dad, you can play however you want down there! Remember to be happy. Old Zhang and I are living a healthy and happy life up here, so don't worry about us. These weapons, we can only burn a few for you at a time, so use them sparingly down there. Otherwise, Old Zhang and I might have to join you sooner than expected! That little girl is weak, she can't keep drawing these things, it drains her energy!"
After burning three knives, Aunt Zhang also felt very, very tired.
It felt as if all the strength in her body had been completely drained. She immediately stopped, drank some water, and ate chocolate to replenish her energy.
"Old Zhang, let's forget about these last two. We need to start exercising too, or else the things Dad wants will only be a dream!"
Uncle Zhang nodded.
He thought the same way; the people at the top are the most important!
At this moment, a beam of golden light pierced through the gloomy sky, bringing an instant blinding brightness.
Can you let everyone in the live stream clearly see what kind of place it is that appears in the live stream, and what kind of buildings and people are there?
Of course, it was also because at this moment, the fully automatic lens zoomed in a bit.
Old Master Zhang had recently been feeling that a joyous event was about to arrive. In this area, his team was already considered one of the best, and everyone had figured out a set of rules.
To restore the dazed soul to clarity, it requires a certain amount of spiritual energy, and recently, the spiritual energy within the soul of the old master of the Zhang family has been quite abundant.
His team grew stronger, and he seemed to become more tangible, even his aura became more vibrant.
Recently, an external soul entity revealed a piece of information to the elder of the Zhang family. It was that other organizations, located several dozen kilometers away, were capturing soul entities and attacking other groups. They had managed to escape.
And the old master of the Zhang family also devised a detailed training plan.
Make preparations in advance to avoid trouble before it starts.
At this moment, two hundred meters west of the thatched cottage, training was underway, and Old Master Zhang seemed to have a premonition about something.
Standing at the front of the line, he looked up at the gloomy sky.
This godforsaken place, where the sky doesn't look like the sky, the ground doesn't look like the ground, and even the environment is so harsh that souls don't want to survive.
But they can only be here.
In an instant, a golden light pierced through the sky, illuminating the entire world with a brilliance never seen before. All the souls, whether they were training, walking, or even numb, stopped at that moment, seemingly conscious, and looked up towards the source of the golden light.
The entire space turned into instant daylight with the appearance of the golden light.
And this golden light was heading towards the position of the Zhang family patriarch.
Old Master Zhang felt something in his heart, and watched the scene in astonishment, murmuring, "Could it be my unfilial son? Did he settle it so quickly? I hope his body is alright."
The unfilial son showed such filial piety that the old man thought he would give him something nice when he succeeded.
After all, in this era, mutual effort is valued, whether it is yin or yang.
"Victory to Mr. Zhang! Victory to Mr. Zhang!"
The crowd suddenly erupted in such a shout because everyone saw that those things seemed to be revolving around Old Master Zhang.
It was for him that she came.
Old Master Zhang, upon hearing such a shout, suddenly felt that he should change his title. When he was alive, he wanted to be called "Boss," but never got the chance. Unexpectedly, he experienced it in the afterlife, so he asked everyone to call him Boss Zhang.
But now, he was someone who wanted to achieve great things, so naturally, he could no longer use the title "General Manager Zhang."
It seems that it's time to put the matter of changing the title on the agenda.
[Good heavens! Am I not watching a sci-fi movie?]
[If what just happened is real, I'll eat shit live on stream!]
[Haven't you noticed that during the daytime, those... people... don't have shadows?]
[Brothers upstairs, hold on! Their feet didn't even touch the ground! Scared me to death!]
[Starting to brag again? Which company is trying to ride this wave of popularity this time?]
[That special effect just now must have cost a fortune! It was so realistic! Did Dr. Wen go bankrupt?]
[Even a small live broadcast room can achieve such special effects. I just want to know why those sci-fi movies on the market, those fantasy films with fighting spirit turning into horses, are so disappointing???]
[I really saw my grandfather again in that team just now...]