Champak

Guns suppress all divine demons and evil spirits, flesh and blood forge the multi-dimensional Great Wall!
In the second year of Ming Country, Tianmen City was in need of recovery after the war. Chaos thrived, and evil spirits roamed freely.
The children of the poor take charge early, and garrison soldiers need to learn to earn their own money.
My name is Wang Yunxiao, an external field agent for the Special Service Bureau, specialized in dealing with various demon and evil spirit emergencies locally.
Let me introduce my wife Li Mumu—she is gentle, virtuous, cute, and empathetic, and she is an evil spirit.
Who writes a diary in all seriousness! Can what’s written even be considered true inner thoughts? Despicable!
(The female protagonist’s solo storyline begins later, starting from chapter 87)

Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!

The strange competitiveness between men appears completely nonsensical to women.


In Li Mumu's eyes, her dad and Wang Yunxiao seemed like two lunatics.


One kept saying, "Drink as much as you can," while the other replied, "No, no, if I drink any more, I'll truly be drunk."


And just like that, they drank their way through an entire six bottles, pushing and egging each other on.


Li Ya was on the side fanning the flames, stirring up trouble…


By the sixth bottle, Wang Yunxiao's eyes were completely glazed over, sitting at the table almost unresponsive. Mu Yuming had a flushed face, his tongue thickened, yet he was still urging Jiang Yinyin to open another bottle.


"Uncle... I... I really can't anymore…"


"Don't try to fool me! You brat aren't being honest!"


Mu Yuming threw an arm around Wang Yunxiao's shoulder, laughing. "Yuanxiao, do you know why I brought you home for dinner? Do you get what I mean?"


Chapter 103 When I Say I Haven't Drunk Much