Assistant Wang glanced silently at the evil spirit, who was on the verge of death from being whipped, and felt a strange sense of sympathy for it.

If I'm not mistaken, the Third Miss just raised a willow branch and was whipping this lump on the ground.

The scream that just came from was clearly from this thing on the ground.

Assistant Wang realized, "This is the fortune-changing deity that the company employees worship?"

This thing doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word "immortal" at all, does it? If the employees knew what they were worshipping, they'd probably vomit on the spot.

Mingzhuo originally wanted to find a quiet place to deal with this damn thing, but unexpectedly the fire door was pushed open again, and the administrative assistant poked his head out.

"Third Miss, you are indeed a master!" She glanced at the thing on the ground, a little scared, but still couldn't help wanting to look at it.

Because Ye Jinyang believed in the God of Luck, more or less everyone in their administration department had worshipped this deity.

It's disgusting to think about it now; it would be strange if this thing could bring good luck.

“I called Director Ye over too. I need to let him see for himself what kind of nonsense he’s believing in.”

Mingzhao: "..."

Since that's the case, she simply gave up.

It was one thing for Ye Jinyang to come, but he also brought that Taoist priest with him.

Before he even entered the room, he raised his voice and said to the Taoist priest, "This time I offended the God of Fortune, and it's all thanks to the Taoist priest's mediation! If this happens again, you might as well ask Boss Lou to fire me too, I have no other choice!"

"I already told you that he's a great deity! We must treat him with the utmost respect and not be disrespectful, but he just won't listen. What can I do?"

"As the saying goes, it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away. Don't you understand this principle?"

Mingzhuo pondered for a moment and realized that this person had a lot of complaints about him.

He was probably still blaming himself for smashing that statue, feeling that all the trouble tonight was his own doing.

She flicked the dark figure with a willow branch and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

The shadowy figure shook his head frantically, "No objection, how could I dare to have an objection to you?"

It was tightly bound by willow branches and couldn't move at all. It had even been whipped by the willow branches and lost half its soul. How could it dare to have any complaints?

Ye Jinyang was startled when he heard the voice coming from inside the door. Wasn't this the voice the Great Immortal used to communicate with him in his dream?

What's going on? These people invited me here, isn't it the will of the sage?

Wasn't it because the immortal requested to see him that he begged him to plead with the immortal for his help?

Ye Jinyang hurriedly pushed open the door and said excitedly, "Great Immortal! Is that you, Great Immortal? Your disciple Ye Jinyang has arrived!"

He glanced around a few times but didn't see the deity's image, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Where is the deity?"

Mingzhu kicked the dark shadow under his feet. "Here you are."

The shadowy figure cried out urgently, "Ye Jinyang, come save me! I can help you change your luck in the future!"

Ye Jinyang stared at the dark figure in disbelief. It really was a powerful immortal! Upon taking a second look, he nearly fainted.

What the hell is this thing?!

The shadowy figure glared resentfully at Ye Jinyang. This man was his devout follower, having received so many benefits from him, and now he dared to look down on him?

The more it communicated with Ye Jinyang, the stronger its connection became, and in an instant, Ye Jinyang's gaze changed.

When the administrative assistant saw that the whites of Ye Jinyang's eyes had disappeared, leaving only pure black, she screamed in fright.

Mingzhuo hadn't expected this thing to be able to bewitch people. He raised the willow branch and lashed it a few times, immediately severing the connection between the two.

Ye Jinyang clutched his chest, still shaken. He had actually tried to kill the administrative assistant and then flee.

Now I was certain: this wasn't a sage, it was clearly an evil spirit!

The thought that he had once blindly obeyed this thing and revered it as a god made him want to collapse.

Ming Zhuochao said to the Taoist priest, "Master, may I borrow your peach wood sword?"

She swiftly and decisively pierced the evil spirit through with a single sword strike, the power of which shocked everyone in the fire escape.

The evil spirit vanished with a mournful cry.

Mingzhuo returned the sword to the Taoist priest, who was stunned for a long time before taking it back. "Thank you."

He never knew that his peach wood sword was so powerful.

However, he still had a question in his mind: "Since you are so powerful, why did you say before that you couldn't deal with this thing? Was that also a tactic? Were you afraid of alerting the enemy?"

“No, I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it,” Mingzhuo said in surprise.

Why alert the enemy? Is it really necessary to be so cautious with something like this?

The administrative assistant whispered, "I think what the Third Miss meant when she said there was no need to send them away wasn't that she couldn't handle them, but rather that she could just kill them."

Assistant Wang gave her an approving look; the assistant's thoughts coincided with his own.

The Taoist priest said, "...I misunderstood."

He seemed to realize something, and stepped forward excitedly, "Could it be that you are...?"

When Mingzhuo saw the other person's eyes light up, he knew something was wrong and quickly denied it three times: "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

The Taoist priest was taken aback. He was quite sensible; although he had recognized him, he quickly said, "I mistook you for someone else."

Assistant Wang pondered for a moment: "Has that fortune-changing deity been eliminated? What should we do with the remaining statues?"

Mingzhuo yawned, "Let this Taoist priest perform another exorcism, then we can smash and throw everything away."

Ye Jinyang, standing nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth. Smash them all?

Is it really that violent?

He had previously found it unbelievable when he saw the smashed statue. He wondered what material it was made of; it was very heavy in his hand, and once it fell from a height without breaking a single skin, which showed that its quality was excellent.

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