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The Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs was established after the new court was set up, initially managing the deities who had descended to the mortal realm. Over time, it became the representative of the court in the human world. Eventually, almost all affairs in the mortal realm fell under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs, including the registration of monsters.
However, I cannot take Huan today because I don't even know what procedures to follow. Moreover, Huan is like a blank slate right now; I have to wait until tonight when the Landlady transfers the Inheritance of Memory to Huan. Only then will she have a basic sense of autonomy.
After dinner, Lin Miaomiao had to go to class, so she parted ways with me and Red Boy. I was just about to take Red Boy to meet Uncle Xing.
With such a significant incident happening at JZ Normal University, Uncle Xing had been staying in his office without leaving, ready to act immediately if anything else went wrong.
Strangely enough, today there was only Uncle Xing in the office. Neither the doorman nor Qing He at the front desk, nor Jin who usually followed Uncle Xing were present.
"Uncle Xing, why are you here alone today?" I asked as I entered; Uncle Xing was sitting there drinking tea.
"Oh, I gave them a day off," Uncle Xing replied after taking a sip of tea. "Being here only affects me."
"Is that so?" I thought for a moment; it made sense. Uncle Xing was prepared for any confrontation and it was better for him to have everyone else out of the way so he could act freely.
Although the new court's regulations state that Celestial Rank beings can only use one-tenth of their powers in the mortal realm, Uncle Xing is not at Celestial Rank! He is a war god of the Ancient Court! The Ancient Court! Therefore, he is not bound by those restrictions. This is also why the Jade Emperor insisted on having him manage the Heavenly Bureau of Human Affairs. After all, there are plenty of smart people in the court, but only two who are both not very bright and possess overwhelming combat power: one is Uncle Xing who has no brains at all, and the other is a Giant Spirit who is at Celestial Rank. Thus, Uncle Xing was really the only choice left.
"Um, Uncle Xing, can I ask you something? If a newly cultivated monster needs to register, who should they contact?" I couldn't help but ask.
"This? Let me think," Uncle Xing pondered for a moment. "It should be Jin in charge of that? I generally don't inquire about these matters."
Right, as if asking would make it any clearer, I thought sarcastically. However, my relationship with Jin isn't very good; it would be quite difficult for me to ask her for favors. But I've never understood why Jin harbors such animosity towards me. Although she is indifferent towards others as well, she seems to have an intense desire to devour me alive whenever she sees me.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Xing asked. "Do you know someone? A monster you know?"
"Almost."
"Here." Uncle Xing took out a form from Jin's desk, which was similar to the one I filled out when I arrived. "You fill it out yourself, but if the other party is some kind of monster, it's better not to fill it in. After all, you are making a guarantee, and if something happens, you will bear half the responsibility. Think carefully!"
I thought about it very carefully. What trouble could I possibly cause? At most, it would just be stealing someone else's things.
No one has anything particularly special; after all, it can't be like a household registration book. However, there must be a guarantor, and it can't just be anyone who can act as a guarantor. I shouldn't have qualified either, but who told me I was "eating the emperor's rations"?
The form wasn't complicated, and I finished filling it out shortly. I handed it to Uncle Xing, who didn't even look at it. He picked up a palm-sized stamp and stamped it down—just like that, it was done.
Was it really that simple?
"You don't have anything else to do, right?" Uncle Xing asked me. "When you leave, call Red Boy in; I still have something to ask him."
Red Boy didn't come in; he was waiting for me at the front desk. Since I had nothing else to do, I called him in and left.
At school, aside from the building that Wang Ni burned down and the playground that suffered considerable damage, everything else was fine—at most a few broken windows. To be honest, with such a big commotion, not having any casualties was already a great fortune amidst misfortune.
Last night, Meng Jiangnu boiled a big pot of soup; I don't know if it worked or not, but it seemed like the students were not experiencing anything as serious as yesterday.
I casually grabbed a student to inquire about the situation among the students: "Hey, classmate, what happened yesterday? I thought I saw smoke."
"Hey! Our school caught fire yesterday." It seemed that Wenquxing and the others used the teaching building that Wang Ni burned down as a cover.
"Really?" I pretended to be surprised. "Good thing I didn't have class yesterday; I need to hurry and check on the books I left in the classroom."
I casually made up an excuse to leave, wandering around the school using Spiritual Sight, wondering if there were any hidden dangers lurking. However, after a long stroll, I didn't notice anything unusual.
Before I knew it, I found myself at the meal card recharge station. Black Wuchang was sitting behind the iron bars and called out to me.
"Hey, Yin Zheng'an, come help me out."
I couldn't believe it; he just called out as soon as he saw me. Wasn't he the one responsible for catching Strongman before?
"What's up?" I walked over and leaned against the iron bars to ask.
"Aren't you studying Taoist Arts? Come help me figure out the next lottery numbers. I'll pay, and if we win, we'll split it," Black Wuchang said with a sly grin.
"You finally thought of that? To be honest, I thought of it when I was five years old and even urged my master to do a divination that night. Guess what? It worked! Just as we were about to sell the numbers, a lightning bolt struck down at me and my master. Luckily, there was a roof above us; otherwise..."
I was just joking about Old Black. As the saying goes, one shouldn't reveal secrets of fortune-telling; it's not that simple. Besides, I hadn't seen many fortune-tellers who actually made big money. Most of them nowadays are just scams.
Old Black chuckled and said, "No worries, I'm a ghost; I can hide underground and not fear lightning strikes. As for you, there are plenty of lightning rods around now."
Come on, you're telling me not to worry while you're risking your life! Why don't you go find my master? He would definitely appreciate your attitude.
"Forget it; someone has to do the risky business, but no one wants to take a loss. No matter how you look at it, this business is a loss for me. Besides, if I buy it myself, I won't have to share half with you. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Cut it out!" Old Black raised a middle finger. "No loyalty."
So his idea of loyalty is for me to get struck by lightning for him?
"I'm not going to waste time with you. By the way, help me check if there are any nearby tasks." I took out my execution card, which is also the meal card for JZ Normal University.
I had no choice; I've been spending money like water lately, and since I'm still in the probation period, Uncle Xing isn't paying me. I have to fend for myself to make ends meet.
"Let me take a look." Black Wuchang searched on the computer. "Here, how about this one?"
I followed Black Wuchang's point direction and saw: "Heavy Reward for a Child."
Three black lines appeared on my forehead. What is this nonsense?
"Old Black, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"What's wrong with it? If it weren't for the separation between humans and ghosts, I'd have gone already. It's not like I'm losing anything; it's all profit."
"Yeah, yeah," I retorted. "Your skin color has become quite popular these years."
Indeed, nowadays young married women prefer black men, thinking they're wealthy tycoons from Africa. Old Black could easily pass as a Middle Eastern tycoon from Dubai.
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