Chapter 1863

Yin Bureau Live Stream.

"I saw that yin officer named Wang Peng—wait, didn't the big shot stop hypnosis and become a deity?"

"Pfft… Upstairs, show some respect to deities, or the yin officers will come to haul you off."

"Upstairs, lend me your mic—I have a friend who wants to watch!"

"Isn't that friend just you yourself?"

"I'm his friend—send it to me privately!"

The Yin Bureau staff were utterly speechless.

These netizens really do drive everywhere.

Luckily, Yin Bureau personnel are state civil servants—they won't take offense.

If this were truly a mythic world, just saying that would cost you a fortune in yin virtue, and you'd be punished after death.

After a while of driving, the netizens finally returned to normal topics.

"By the way, can that foreign ghost be reborn in our country?"

"I want to know too!"

Seeing everyone ask reasonable questions, the Yin Bureau staff knew it was time to step in and explained.

"It's highly unlikely. Everyone must understand: now, our country's people live over a thousand years. With such long lifespans, reproduction isn't urgent—how many will have children after playing for just a few centuries?"

"That makes sense, Officer. A thousand-year lifespan, living it to the max—having kids now would be too much trouble."

"She's still a fifty-year-old baby—why have kids?"

Yin Bureau ghost officer: "Even if they did give birth, the odds are tiny. To be reborn in our country, the conditions are extremely high—not just anyone can get this chance. That ghost will most likely be reborn overseas again in ten years."

"Tragic!"

"Really tragic!"

"Foreign lands may have no ghosts anymore, but monsters have risen. If she's reborn overseas, she might soon be back at the Underworld's front desk."

"Officer, what conditions are needed to be reborn in our country?"

Ghost officer: "First, our country's ghosts get priority. Second, yin virtue must exceed fifty. We've already located the ghosts who died in the demon calamity—they'll now queue for rebirth here. Of course, timing is uncertain, since few people in the mortal world want children anyway."

"Unfair!"

"Why can't foreign ghosts be reborn in the Central Plains?!"

"Aren't we all ghosts under the Yin Bureau after death?"

"Yeah, yeah."

A flood of comments scrolled across the screen.

Just by reading them, you knew they were posted by foreign netizens.

"This is our country's welfare—you're welcome to take over the Yin Bureau if you've got the guts."

"Exactly! This is the blessing granted by Hou Tu Niangniang—it's our country's deity!"

With the rise of the Yin Bureau's live streams, the mortal world erupted.

The people of the Central Plains were overjoyed.

After all, the Yin Bureau was under their own control, offering all sorts of unexpected benefits—something no one could even dream of.

Foreigners, however, were deeply disappointed.

Foreign lands had no hell, no heaven—after death, they were subject to the Yin Bureau's rule.

More importantly—they could only be reborn in their own countries.

In the past, this was naturally a good thing.

They were developed nations, with decent welfare systems.