Having finally come to terms with the fact that he had been possessed, Chen Yu still could not make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
After stroking his chin for a while, he said to the Evil God behind Wang Chuyun, "Evil God, do you know how to drive out an Evil God?"
"Do you think I would tell you?" The Evil God crossed Its arms and looked at Chen Yu as if he were an idiot.
"Fair enough. I'll go ask someone else."
Just as he took out his phone to call for help, Ji Nanyuan beside him raised her hand and asked, "Actually, I've been meaning to ask, Chen Yu, why do you sometimes talk while looking behind Wang Chuyun? What exactly is there?"
"Oh, right, you can't see It. Simply put, there's an Evil God there. Just think of It as a cockroach by the roadside."
"What do you mean by that?!" the Evil God shouted.
"That won't do!" Ji Nanyuan cried out.
Rubbing her shoulders, she felt goosebumps rising there. Even the air around her seemed to have turned colder.
The thought that there were actually two deities inside the cockpit of the Imperial Guard Type Eight—one an Evil God, the other a fallen righteous god—made her feel as though one foot was hanging over a cliff. She could not relax at all.
Huddled in the corner, she asked in confusion, "Chen Yu, how did you end up getting tangled up with so many strange things?"
Chen Yu let out a heavy sigh. "I'd like to know that too."
Although Chen Yu also wanted to know why, things had simply happened this way, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Seeing that the time was about right, he could only accept