The New Year's morning light penetrated the thin mist, leaving behind remnants of the red paper scraps from firecrackers on the empty streets a few days ago. This year's holiday at the Forging Workshop was longer than usual, with a few days left.
The Rice Hat Wanderer arrived at the Demon Slayer Bureau through the snow.
"Mr. Li, please come in quickly!" Li Zhihe hurriedly stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting as a smile appeared on his face, "I drew the divination symbol 'a noble person is coming' this morning, and it turns out to be here."
"Is Director Li also versed in divination?"
"I know a little, but today it seems to have come true."
At that moment, a young constable from the Demon Slayer Bureau, upon seeing the figure entering the room, suddenly bent over and clutched his stomach, "Oh...it must be that bowl of lamb stew from yesterday causing trouble. You watch here for a while, I need to go to the washroom."
