The night was dim, and the rain poured relentlessly.
Ruan Xiuxiu alone rode her horse and arrived at the Black Mountain City Demon Hunting Department.
However,
Unlike the solemn and majestic atmosphere of Wutong Prefecture, the Black Mountain Demon Hunting Department before her was extremely dilapidated. Even the beams above were covered in dust, neglected.
In theory, within a major city, aside from the Guardian Mansion, the most magnificent place should be the Demon Hunting Department.
But what was the result?
As the Eighth-grade Demon Hunting Department Chief, due to Song Chai Xin being the Guardian, Ruan Xiuxiu had managed connections and arrived with him.
But since she was in this position, naturally, she should be dedicated to her duties.
The system of the Black Mountain City Demon Hunting Department, those patrols, and the officials in the office, what were they doing?
Even when the facade had been in disrepair for years, no one bothered to fix it!
