Damn! What kind of job is this? Ten thousand a day? Twelve types of insurance and thirteen kinds of benefits?
Lu Ya had just finished his college entrance exams. One second, he was at a street stall gnawing on a chicken's backside; the next, a long-tongued, seductive demon was hunting him down into a basement.
A mouthful of blood splashed onto the battered cauldron passed down in his family, and the ancient divine artifact, the Nanshan Scroll, awakened on the spot. It could steal demons' skills, and now that eerie tongue and its phantom threads were his!
The 507 Institute recruited him specially. A young master from a prestigious family mocked him to his face and demanded a spirit test so he could have him arrested?
The next second, the young master planted his face in the concrete.
"The ground's cold. Why don't you get up first?"
Before signing the contract, he gave his emergency contact's name: Lu Ge.
The whole room fell silent! S-rank clearance blocked the request, and the blood-red alarm blared at full volume.
"No need to check his file. It's that person."
Damn... That bastard of an older brother who vanished without a trace when we were kids and left me in a demon lair is actually the 507 Institute's most mysterious West Mountain Envoy?!
