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Mediator of Human Affairs
Suspense人间民俗事务调解员
Eighteen Swords Of Hujia
Have you heard of the Humanities and Folklore Affairs Mediation Bureau? A little-known mysterious department that was not created by humans, but is closely related to human society. Maybe they have just passed you by. During the day, they are security guards, caregivers, and snack bar waiters. And at night, they are the descendants of the Door God, disciples of Yinshan, orthodox Taoists, and a female ghost. As long as it is a threat to ordinary people, whether it is monsters or ghosts, they are under their control. Walking around the yin and stepping on the yang, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, behind the seemingly unlimited scenery, they are all without exception, people with poor fortune and shallow fate, destined to die young and have a short life.
Have you heard of the Humanities and Folklore Affairs Mediation Bureau? A little-known mysterious department that was not created by humans, but is closely related to human society. Maybe they have just passed you by. During the day, they are security guards, caregivers, and snack bar waiters. And at night, they are the descendants of the Door God, disciples of Yinshan, orthodox Taoists, and a female ghost. As long as it is a threat to ordinary people, whether it is monsters or ghosts, they are under their control. Walking around the yin and stepping on the yang, catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, behind the seemingly unlimited scenery, they are all without exception, people with poor fortune and shallow fate, destined to die young and have a short life.

Qingyeming
Martial Arts青业铭
Eighteen Swords Of Hujia
The general galloping on the battlefield, throwing his life and blood, met the knight wandering around the world, playing swords and singing songs; there were many party members and undercurrents in the temple, there was night rain from all directions, and the rivers and lakes were ambushed from all sides... The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sand is vast...
The general galloping on the battlefield, throwing his life and blood, met the knight wandering around the world, playing swords and singing songs; there were many party members and undercurrents in the temple, there was night rain from all directions, and the rivers and lakes were ambushed from all sides... The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sand is vast...