I Failed the Public Examination, Zhong Kui Asked Me to Pay Baigui's Salary

My name is Lu Pan, the most popular consultant of the Folklore Bureau, a relative who can't even draw a symbol. Facing the "Yellow Pizi" who has been in Taoism for hundreds of years, Zhang Ling, the little heavenly master, holds the thunder method in his hand, as if he is facing a formidable enemy. I asked backhand: "Do you think I look like a human being, or do I look like a fairy leader?" Huang Pizi's CPU burned and he was foaming at the mouth on the spot. Zhang Ling: "No, why are you?!" Facing the "monstrous water ghost" that could flood the city, Maoshan Lin Jiushu was ready for a bloody battle. I took out my mobile phone and played an intangible cultural heritage song called "Chuanjiang Haozi". The water ghost burst into tears when he heard this, and took the initiative to withdraw thirty miles from the water. Uncle Lin Jiu: "I have practiced Taoism for sixty years, why don't I use your mobile phone?" Facing the invulnerable Millennium Corpse King, the global elites are ready to sacrifice their lives for justice. I opened my notebook and wrote a "Labor Dispatch Contract." The Corpse King picked up the steel bars and consciously walked to the 996 Fu Bao construction site. Global Elite: "... Excuse me, take my leave." Many years later, when the Evil God of Destruction came and everyone was in despair, I slowly stood up. "I'm sorry, among the rules I set for this land, you... Violated the rules."