The Maoshan bunch worked fast. In a single night, they had tracked down Wen Ning.
The next morning, just after the office opened, Lu Ming was mopping the floor.
The door was pushed open from outside, and someone walked in.
Lu Ming looked up. The newcomer wore a Daoist robe and stood in the doorway with his hands behind his back, surveying the office.
"Anyone here?"
Lu Ming set the mop in the bucket and straightened up.
"Can I help you? This is an agency. We don't perform religious rites."
Shi Dajian's gaze lingered on Lu Ming for two seconds, and his eyes narrowed. Something felt off about this man. His aura wasn't that of an ordinary mortal, but Shi Dajian couldn't quite place what it was.
His right hand shifted slightly, and a wisp of thunderlight gathered at his fingertips. He was just about to step forward when someone coming in behind him pressed a hand onto his shoulder.
"Senior brother, let's assess the situation first."
Lin Ba stepped out from behind him and cupped his hands toward Lu Ming.
"We are disciples of Maoshan, here to pay a visit."
Lu Ming looked him up and down, then gave an "Oh."
"So you're from the Three Mao Lords' lineage. What do you want?"
Lin Ba nodded.
"We've encountered a malevolent ghost these past two days. Have you happened to see him, fellow Daoist?"
Lu Ming rubbed his head and answered without thinking.
"You mean Lin Feng? I've seen him."
At those words, Shi Dajian could no longer hold back. He strode forward.
"If you've seen him, why did you let him keep harming innocent people?"
Lu Ming looked at him. His casual expression turned puzzled, then shifted into the look one gave an idiot.
"Who forgot to zip up