With the staffing problem solved, Old Hou watched the college-student Ghost Cultivators get to work. A surge of pride rose from his chest, swept through his rib cage, and finally burst into a magnificent display of fireworks in his mind.
He took another look at the bustling scene, its laughter and joy palpable even through the screen. Old Hou felt as though he had received the Star Lord's Blessing. His whole being was buzzing.
This was how cultivators should be!
Licking the corner of his mouth, Old Hou launched the program and struck back at the enemies who had dared attack him.
I don't know who you are, but please die here!
The war resumed, but the atmosphere was completely different.
Before, a pall of death had hung over this place. Old Hou had been like a lone soldier deep behind enemy lines, resisting their attacks in solitude and defending A Station behind him.
Now, however, he had enormous computing power and fifteen hundred college-student Ghost Cultivators backing him up. He had nothing to fear anymore!
While everyone else worked with burning enthusiasm, the remaining five hundred Ghost Cultivators were still watching from the sidelines.
They were all century-old ghosts, at least as old as Zhong Zheng.
If Yan Ye hadn't schemed to trap them back then, they would still have been enjoying the good life at university.
An Ice-Cool Moisturizing Coffin alone therefore wasn't enough to tempt them.
But after seeing actual footage of My Unemployment Life in the livestream, they found themselves hopelessly tempted.
Those graphics, those effects, that gameplay, that freedom...
They could play on an ordinary phone, too, but the experience would suffer.
Getting a new phone should feel pretty good.
And if they got a new coffin, their bodies could enjoy massages inside while their