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!

Fishing for lawbreakers feels great once, fishing all the time feels even better.


If you're not a pro-fisher, how would you know the joy of pro-fishing?


Back when Wang Yunxiao hadn't made a name for himself and was used as bait to draw others out, he used to think the Special Service Bureau was nothing but a heap of crap—shameless as hell.


Now that the fishing rod's in his hands, he suddenly gets the fun of it.


In the afternoon, Youtiao took Dumpling to the shop for a stroll. They didn't say much, just casually asked about the prices of all these knickknacks. Dumpling followed behind without saying a word, his face looking awful.


And honestly, it wasn't entirely an act.


Because he noticed that this time around, Cai Xiaofang's attitude toward him was clearly not as warm as last time—even a bit evasive, like she didn't want to deal with him.


Knowing it deep down is one thing; losing face in front of so many bros is another.


Chapter 108: Who Doesn't Have Some Dark History?