"Senior Su Lin, why did you give Yang Jian the Outside-Heaven Reverb Disc?" Song Shuhang asked as a former victim of that Sealed Artifact.
Su Lin rubbed his chin. "I wanted to see whether the whispers of eldritch creatures, combined with Dharma King Fortune's singing and the Sacred Choir's voices, could make two negatives into a positive and purify undead ghosts."
"Are you raising venomous insects in a jar?" Meng Qi's eyelid twitched wildly.
Yang Jian, standing across from Su Lin, clearly had no idea how serious this was. He was still stunned by the last thing Su Lin had said: "Want to come over to my side and be Yang Jian?"
You lived in an apocalyptic world where you might not survive the day, and even going home could send you crashing into some heaven-defying monstrosity. No, some ghostly monstrosity.
Then you learned that although you would become incredibly powerful and end an age of terror, you would die early along the way, leaving only your consciousness to press on alongside a ghost.
And now someone whose identity you couldn't begin to guess—all you knew was that he was powerful—thought you had potential and asked whether you wanted to join his company as a god. A proper position, benefits included, the kind where you could take a dog to work.
Only a fucking idiot would refuse!
"Deal! I'm still a student. You can't lie to a student, boss, and you're not allowed to back out!"
That carried more weight than any Interpol badge.
Yang Jian didn't haggle or ask about compensation. He knew this meant that if he ran into a danger he truly couldn't handle, Su Lin might step in and help him once or twice.
After another eyelid seal had been placed over his Ghost Eye, Yang