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The Gods Dare Not Claim Me, But I Am the Best at Exorcism
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Bang!
Ouch, I’m going to die here. Yan Kongyue brushed the dirt off her hands and struggled to get up. Several dark figures in the bushes vanished in an instant, but the familiar chill and oppressive atmosphere did not lessen at all.
Tch! Yan Kongyue straightened her back.
Bang, clang! A black messenger bag hit the ground, sending dust flying right into Yan Kongyue’s face, while a dark scythe nearly landed on her foot.
However, as the scythe hit the ground, the surroundings became a bit clearer, and the eerie coldness in the air faded somewhat.
Yan Kongyue pouted and pointed at the sky. “Heavenly Dao, didn’t you say this place was a paradise, perfect for retirement?”
Upon hearing this, Heavenly Dao showed a hint of embarrassment and glanced at Ming Di beside him. Ming Di chuckled awkwardly and shot a sidelong glance at Yan Wang, suggesting he should smooth things over quickly.
Yan Wang’s eyes darted around before he forced a flattering smile. “Uh, Difu still has many important matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave now.” With that, he prepared to leave. What a joke! Heavenly Dao treated that girl like his own eye; they had conspired to trick her away. For someone of his rank to stay here would only mean waiting to be used as a punching bag.
And what about the Ten Kings of Hell? Why should he be treated as cannon fodder?
Hmph! Heavenly Dao glared at Ming Di. “A little girl has scared you all this much, and you still have the nerve to laugh!”
Yan Wang’s body stiffened; it was over—he couldn’t leave now. He awkwardly pulled back the leg he had started to step out with and lowered his head, trying to minimize his presence.
Ming Di bowed deeply but looked extremely aggrieved. “You can’t do anything about her; what can we possibly do?”
Cough, cough. “I’ve already helped you get rid of her. If she bullies you again in the future, don’t come crying to me.”
Ming Di’s eyelids twitched; suddenly, he felt something was off. Did Heavenly Dao calculate him into this too?
“Emperor,” she went there just as Difu’s counterpart—Yan Wang secretly glanced at Ming Di and saw his pained expression. He dared not say anything more.
“Alright, with her abilities, she’ll be busy enough with the ghosts in the mortal realm for a while; she probably won’t have time to mess with you. Just cooperate with her.” As he spoke, Heavenly Dao disappeared, his last few words echoing down from the third layer of heaven.
Yan Kongyue checked the contents of her bag; everything was there and undamaged. However, three new items had appeared: an ID card, a brand-new unopened phone, and a bank card.
Hmph! At least you have some conscience! Yan Kongyue angrily disassembled her scythe into three pieces and stuffed them into her messenger bag.
Phew! Yan Kongyue took a deep breath and adjusted her sunglasses on her nose.
In the distance, an old and lecherous voice reached her ears: “Come here, let me give you a kiss; it’s not easy at this age.”
What kind of tricks is he playing at this age? Yan Kongyue turned her backpack in the opposite direction.
Just as she reached some steps, an elderly Aunt came up cursing and swearing.
“Auntie, may I ask—”
“Oh my goodness! Where did you pop out from?”
"Uh, I just came down from up there."
"What are you doing wearing sunglasses at this hour?" Aunt asked, patting her chest while discreetly sizing up Yan Kongyue.
Yan Kongyue rolled her eyes and adjusted her sunglasses lower. "Aunt, where are we? Just in case you can't see clearly," she said, turning her face towards the streetlight.
"Oh dear, you might as well keep the sunglasses on!" Aunt exclaimed upon catching sight of those two pitiful eyes, quickly turning her head away. "This is Banshanyuan."
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