C13 Drawing Talisman

Wang Anshi was in no mood to deal with Ye Cheng at the moment; his attention was entirely fixed on the little ghost that was slowly approaching them. As it moved closer, the dark aura emanating from its body gradually dissipated until it took on the form of an ordinary little girl.

To everyone's astonishment, the girl remained motionless, and her Soul Body became increasingly transparent until it completely merged with Ye Cheng's body.

It wasn't until the sunlight streamed through the windows and bathed everyone in its warm glow that they fully grasped the reality of the situation—the little girl had indeed been subdued by Ye Cheng.

Wang Anshi had cleverly used braised pork as a lure, and the promise of visiting the Multi-star Planet as bait to persuade Ye Cheng to join the Supernatural Bureau.

Back at the office, the Supernatural Bureau staff had surveyed the internet café and confirmed the disappearance of the ghost. They compiled a report and delivered it to Wang Anshi.

Looking at the report in his hands, then at Ye Cheng, who was sound asleep and drooling on the couch, Wang Anshi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

This was a triumph. As the director of the Supernatural Bureau, he had endured enough frustration. Now, with a talent like Ye Cheng on board, the days of pleading for assistance were over.

With this thought, Wang Anshi took out his phone and dialed a number. As the call connected, he cleared his throat, "Hello, this is Wang Anshi, director of the Supernatural Bureau. The request for ghost eradication support we filed with your agency three days ago can be withdrawn. The malevolent spirits have been vanquished. Thank you for your willingness to assist. Much appreciated."

After ending the call, Wang Anshi couldn't contain his elation. "This is fantastic! No more kowtowing to the Exorcist Bureau!"

He recalled the effort it took to implore the Exorcist Bureau for help when the ghost was compromising public safety, only to be told to wait patiently. The indignity of it all—him, the director, being patronized!

But now, with Ye Cheng on his team, the need for the Exorcist Bureau's assistance was a thing of the past. The exhilaration of self-sufficiency was indeed thrilling!

In today's world, ghosts are categorized into various levels, including wandering souls, wild ghosts, resentful ghosts, fierce ghosts, calamity ghosts, spirit ghosts, Ghost Kings, and ghost demons. The intensity of a ghost's malevolence increases with the depth of its resentment.

The Supernatural Bureau typically handles cases involving wandering souls and wild ghosts, which pose a lower risk. However, any ghost that surpasses the level of a wild ghost must be escalated to the Exorcist Bureau.

The Bureau is equipped with specialized devices for collecting resentment points. Once a sufficient number of points are gathered at the scene of an incident, they are used to assess the ghost's level.

Last night, Wang Anshi had planned to lead his team to collect resentment points, but to his surprise, Ye Cheng effortlessly resolved the ghostly issue.

Ye Cheng had a restless night and woke up with his stomach croaking incessantly, as if a toad had taken up residence inside. Finding himself alone in the office, he noticed a meal box on his desk with an accompanying note: "T300 has successfully completed the mission. Headquarters is very pleased. This is a special reward from headquarters for T300, courtesy of T100."

The few words on the note were enough to keep Ye Cheng in high spirits for quite some time. Headquarters had commended his good work and even provided a reward!

Unable to contain his elation, Ye Cheng opened the meal box to discover deliciously fragrant rice topped with succulent red-braised pork, which made his mouth water with anticipation. Recognizing it as a reward from headquarters, he knew it was meant to be savored.

Ravenous, Ye Cheng devoured the entire meal in record time, then lay back on the sofa, patting his satisfyingly full belly. At the hospital, where he usually ate, there was always a designated time to walk around after meals—a routine that had become ingrained in Ye Cheng's very DNA.

With a bedsheet thrown over his shoulders, Ye Cheng ran freely throughout the Supernatural Bureau. The daytime staff was sparse, and thanks to Wang Anshi's explicit instructions, no one interfered with his movements, allowing him to run even more joyfully.

The enticing aroma caught Ye Cheng's attention. He followed his nose and found the on-duty policewoman opening a freshly bought lunch box, from which the scent of braised pork wafted out, rich and inviting.

Licking his lips, Ye Cheng pulled down the blanket and asked, "Could I have a piece of that?"

The policewoman gave Ye Cheng a look of disdain as he salivated at the thought of the food. Despite her feelings, she hadn't eaten yet and couldn't let herself go hungry. She grabbed a napkin, picked up a piece of the braised pork with it, and handed it over to Ye Cheng.

Without a second thought, Ye Cheng took the pork and popped it into his mouth, oblivious to the napkin still clinging to the bottom of the meat, and swallowed it whole.

"Mmm, this is really good," mumbled Ye Cheng, his mouth full of pork. His eyes then drifted to the Sprite next to the policewoman's hand. "Could I have a sip of that?"

Truth be told, even people without germaphobia wouldn't share a bottle of water with someone else, especially when she didn't have a disposable cup on hand.

Ye Cheng's gaze remained fixed on the Sprite. It was clear that if she refused, he'd just stand there, staring at her relentlessly.

With a look of disgust, the policewoman handed over the Sprite, saying, "Just take it, I don't want it anymore."

People here were more accommodating. In a hospital, those in white coats would never be so generous!

Ye Cheng took the Sprite and guzzled down more than half of it in one go, then let out a contented belch.

"I never like to owe anyone," he declared. "Since you've been so kind, I should give you something in return." Ye Cheng began to pat himself down, searching for something to offer.

Apart from the T100 shirt on his back, he didn't have much else to give. He knew better than to offer his shirt to the policewoman; headquarters would not be pleased.

Then it struck him – he could give her a protective talisman. That was something he could do.

The system, having watched the whole exchange, rolled its virtual eyes in exasperation. When would Ye Cheng ever think things through? It was enough to worry a robot.

Indeed, the headquarters had taught him to draw a protective talisman. How could he have forgotten?

Ye Cheng rifled through the papers on the policewoman's desk until he found a clean sheet of white paper. He then grabbed a ballpoint pen from nearby and began to sketch.

"This is a protective talisman; it will keep you safe. No need to thank me—I'm just a legend."

Ye Cheng handed the talisman over to the policewoman and sauntered off, cradling his Sprite.

The policewoman eyed the chaotic scribbles on the paper with disdain and tossed it into the trash can without a second thought.

At that moment, a passing colleague inquired with a puzzled tone, "Why'd you throw that away?"

She scrunched her eyebrows and replied, "Some nutjob drew it. What use do I have for it?"

"Well, I've heard from the others about last night. Don't dismiss him as a mere eccentric—he effortlessly tamed a particularly nasty ghost. He might actually have some real skills. If you don't want it, I might just pick it up for myself."