I Want to Slack Off at the Demon Bureau

Chapter 63

Lan Quanxian's mention of the Dragon God legend created an unsettling atmosphere, as he and Wu Changgong secretly observed the human and demon pair.

Even though Chu Zhishui believed the Dragon God's war had nothing to do with human women, they had clearly found something more interesting to focus on, occasionally glancing at Chu Zhishui and Xin Yunmao, making one want to remind Lan Quanxian to focus on driving.

This made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

But the casual conversation in the car didn't last long, mainly because as they got closer to the seaside, Xin Yunmao's expression became increasingly tense.

He had pretended to feel unwell on the plane, but now that he was truly distressed, he silently leaned against the car window. The dragon flames that had plagued him year-round became scorching hot, seeming to roast him repeatedly. The damage from the great battle was irreversible, like his severed claws and burn scars.

The sky grew darker as rolling clouds gathered, thick layers blocking out the sun. The coastal weather was always like this - a strong gust of wind could bring sudden rain.

A gentle breeze crept in through the car window, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the scent of earth.

Chu Zhishui noticed Xin Yunmao's discomfort and leaned forward to check on him, saying, "Stop the car, he's not feeling well."

Xin Yunmao's lips were tightly pressed together, his face pale, the light in his eyes flickering as if he was suppressing something. He crossed his arms over his chest, as if building a protective wall.

Chu Zhishui touched his forehead with her hand and was shocked by his burning temperature - demons weren't supposed to get fevers.

Xin Yunmao felt her cool touch and finally closed his eyes to rest, seeming to find some relief from the pain.

The car pulled over to the side of the road.

Wu Changgong and Lan Quanxian exchanged bewildered looks - they had always thought Xin Yunmao was invincible and couldn't understand his current condition.

A moment later, Lan Quanxian glanced at the nearby shore and suddenly realized, explaining, "The seawater contains the Dragon God's demon energy, which has the same effect as dragon flames. He'll feel unwell near the underwater Dragon God temple, but the Qiwu Bureau has safe zones that feel like being on the mainland."

The Qiwu Bureau was located on a small island that was similar to the mainland, but reaching it by boat required passing by the Dragon God temple.

"The Dragon God temple strengthens the Dragon God - the more people who worship there, the stronger the power becomes. That's why some exile merpeople still stir up waves to force fishermen to continue worshipping the Dragon God, ensuring the temple's survival."

The black dragon flames contained all the suffering and poison of human believers, which even Xin Yunmao couldn't completely purify, leading to the corruption of his name.

He was like someone with a negative status effect in a game - whenever he got close to areas with strong Dragon God influence, he would be continuously tormented by the burning.

Chu Zhishui handed Xin Yunmao a bottle of mineral water and asked worriedly, "Do you want to go back to Huaijiang?"

No wonder he only stayed in Huaijiang - if he accidentally stepped into Dragon God territory, it would intensify the burning of the dragon flames.

If he hadn't come along, he wouldn't be suffering like this.

Xin Yunmao shook his head, quite stubborn in his attitude.

She frowned slightly and turned to the other two demons: "Isn't there any solution?"

Wu Changgong carefully replied, "If he can't solve it himself, we certainly won't have a way."

Lan Quanxian added, "If he stays away from the sea or enters our bureau, he should feel better."

"That's just treating the symptoms, not the cause," Chu Zhishui pondered. "Do you have bamboo at your bureau?"

"Well..." Lan Quanxian looked troubled, "This is the seaside, we rarely grow that here."

"Then you can plant some this time," she decided. "Let's go ahead to board the boat, then call him over. That way he won't have to cross past the Dragon God temple by sea."

Xin Yunmao didn't want to return to Huaijiang. Perhaps initially he didn't care about entering the Qiwu Bureau, but now being blocked by dragon flames was different from choosing not to go himself.

She could understand his stubbornness, wanting to fill Qiwu with bamboo as a counter to the Dragon God's provocation.

In a quiet corner of the dock, Lan Quanxian and Wu Changgong had already gone to get boat tickets.

Chu Zhishui had Xin Yunmao sit on a bench, and seeing his color improve, she felt somewhat relieved: "I'll go through security now, you rest a bit."

To board the boat, one had to enter the dock and go through security checks.

Xin Yunmao nodded.

Chu Zhishui turned to leave.

Xin Yunmao watched her back, and for some reason, reached out to hold her hand, his palm still burning hot.

Pulled back by Xin Yunmao, Chu Zhishui turned around puzzled. Seeing him silent, she patted his head and promised with a smile, "Alright, I'll call you in half an hour."

The island wasn't far from the dock - the boat ride only took twenty minutes, plus queuing made it half an hour.

Hearing this, Xin Yunmao finally let go.

At the dock entrance, Chu Zhishui spotted Lan Quanxian from afar and took the paper ticket from him, learning that Wu Changgong had gone ahead to arrange the boat.

She looked at the special ticket in surprise: "This is an internal ticket?"

Lan Quanxian: "Yes, we have special boats to the bureau. It seems the wind has picked up, so tourist tickets are suspended for an hour or two."

Qiwu had tourist boats since it was coastal, but with few scenic spots nearby, tourism wasn't developed. Now with the darkening sky, tourist tickets were suspended.

Chu Zhishui said flatly, "I'll allocate more funds to the Qiwu Bureau, you should just sweep away the Dragon God temple."

She felt like when she first brought him to the Yinhai Bureau - the more Director Ye tried to keep them away, the more her rebellious spirit rose, wanting to repeatedly bring him there.

Since this was the Dragon God's birthplace, deliberately making him suffer, she wanted to destroy this stronghold.

Lan Quanxian sighed helplessly: "Destroying the Dragon God temple isn't hard, but

A crystal star hung around her neck, egg-sized, now shining brightly.

The female mermaid's expression changed, her fingers trembled slightly, unexpectedly Chu Zhishui's true self had materialized in the spiritual world, a situation never encountered before. Humans falling into illusions were always at their mercy, never escaping the five poisons and eight sufferings.

The little girl saw the female mermaid standing still, let go of her parents' fingers, the figures of the man and woman turned into fragments with the wind. She turned to face the other, a thin bamboo stick in her hand, leisurely playing in her tender palm.

"Although I call him God, honestly it's just to please him, I never took him as a god," the little girl's voice was soft, her bamboo stick swaying, like a little teacher instructing students, pointing at the female mermaid, "Do you monsters all take humans as fools, thinking throwing out bait or threatening will lead them by the nose?"

She had just been turned upside down by the female mermaid, truly no secrets could be hidden.

"Yes, I have no demonic energy, no talent, no long life, but so what?" the little girl said slowly, "What can be done with demonic energy, I can do by myself, what I can't do isn't a pity, even if I can only live a hundred years, I can still live a wonderful and complete life, being an ordinary person isn't shameful."

She lowered her eyes: "If humans won't accept themselves, who else can they expect to accept them, no one will look up to them."

When she was young, she tried her best to prove herself, only to hear outsiders tell her parents "If you had a boy, that would be perfect." Sometimes, she would wonder, if she were born a boy, would life be easier, at least not subjected to such rude criticism.

But she doesn't think that way now, she doesn't know if there's an afterlife, but if there's a choice, no matter how many times she starts over, she would make the same decision.

The more difficult the situation, the more one must persist, she is proud of her female identity.

No matter how big the storm, she still emerges victorious, not inferior to countless "hims."

Now the same, even after working in the demon bureau for so long, witnessing countless wonders, she has never thought of shedding her ordinary identity.

She is proud of her human identity, that is the meaning of her efforts so far.

Whether joy or pain, fortune or misfortune, perfection or regret, she willingly swallows it all, denying any part is denying the self that chose to get here.

She is not without the five poisons and eight sufferings of humans, just eventually letting go by her own heart, wrong or not, as long as it's her choice, she can accept it.

If there really is a god in this world, to govern her fate's ups and downs, it can only be herself.

"If there's nothing else, can you leave my world?" the little girl politely said, "Or I'll have to call him."

The female mermaid's face changed drastically, she reached out to stop, but to no avail.

"Xin Yunmao."

Torrential rain, the rocking bow of the boat, Xin Yunmao held the dragon bone umbrella, constantly overturning giant waves, searching for Chu Zhishui's whereabouts through the gaps in the sea, yet unable to accurately locate.

His hair scattered, ancient robes long burned through by black fire, no longer showing any hint of green, initially a mix of green and black, now just a charred black.

Wu Changgong panicked: "God, you should go back first, you don't seem well..."

This is going to be completely burned black.

The raging sea wind, thick black clouds split by a golden glow, the sun finally pierced through, making the sea shimmer with light.

Xin Yunmao: "She called me."

Exactly half an hour, she didn't break her promise.

Lan Quanxian was contacting colleagues, still not understanding, suspiciously asked: "What?"

The next moment, a black rift swallowed Xin Yunmao, his tall figure disappeared from the boat, leaving only Wu Changgong and Lan Quanxian.

Surrounding was quiet, white and hazy, yet glowing softly, her presence could be felt. Light, warm, peaceful, not a trace of filth, capable of extinguishing all restlessness and anger.

Xin Yunmao just landed, not knowing where he had descended, later realizing he had entered her spiritual world. He took a deep breath, fresh air filling his lungs, stunned to lift his hand, suddenly finding the black flames extinguished, even the ancient robe sleeves turning pure green.

The wounds he had just formed all healed, feeling an unprecedented lightness, the curse fire that had long plagued him, accidentally solved the long-standing trouble.

Not exactly by accident, this is the world she built, untainted by any five poisons and eight sufferings, so it purified him.

He has now regained the name "Yunmao."

Xin Yunmao remembered she didn't like black clothes, now dressed in pure green ancient robes, no trace of burn marks, began looking around for her.

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Not seeing the adult her, but seeing the young her, equally fresh.

On the other side, the female mermaid wanted to grab the little girl, who knew as soon as she approached, the little girl used the bamboo stick to hit herself, seemingly weak but quite painful, making her cry and drop countless pearls.

This is Chu Zhishui's world, so as long as she regains her will, she can knead the female mermaid as she pleases.

The little girl found the pearls fascinating, originally just retaliating, seeing the pearls made her experiment, anyway the other would be a reformed criminal sooner or later, couldn't help hitting the female mermaid a couple more times, indeed more beautiful pearls fell.

The next moment, the cold and stern man in green ancient robes suddenly appeared, one hand lifting the little girl, the other holding the deep green dragon bone umbrella, coldly staring at the female mermaid, icily said: "You're the one trafficking people?"

The female mermaid recognized Xin Yunmao, hair standing on end, without a word turned and ran, but the dragon bone umbrella had already risen, whoosh opened, throwing out green demon fire!

The little girl hugged his neck, immediately widened her eyes, loudly stopped: "Don't burn to ashes, she'll drop pearls!"

Xin Yunmao paused: "So?"

She exclaimed: "Pearls can be sold for money, still owe over a million!"

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