The work was as simple as usual, nothing complicated.
But the fact that I drove a Maserati to work spread throughout the office in a single morning.
It was nothing much, yet by lunchtime, rumors had already started.
They said I was some rich second-generation kid, that my family had loads of money, and that I was having an affair with Li Xiaomin, the rich girl from Second Hospital...
They had even dug up the fact that Li Xiaomin and I knew each other well.
They just hadn't found out that I was a Corpse Collector and knew Daoist arts.
Even new colleagues like Chen Liang came over to ask about my family background.
When I told them I was from the countryside, none of them believed me...
The next two days were relatively peaceful.
I did one thing, and there were two things that caught my attention at the same time.
One was that Zhou Qingqing, the female salesperson from the 4S dealership, posted on WeChat Moments. It was a photo of her accompanying her boyfriend at the hospital, along with a medical record.
The caption read:
"Last night, the dog suddenly went crazy and barked at home. I was scared to death, thinking it had rabies. Luckily, it wasn't."
Seeing that and recalling my conversation with Zhou Qingqing that day, whenever dogs barking came up, she would blush.
It seemed her boyfriend had also been infected by the evil dog soul.
The timing matched too. It was the night we smashed the altar.
And naturally, she had become a target for cultivation draining.
No wonder she had looked so terrible—pale and colorless, short of breath and weak.
Other than that, there was the news report about the Stray Dog Rescue Center.
The general content was that the police