“Ha ha, let’s level up to the max!” exclaimed Luyang, flipping his hair dramatically. “Otherwise, Tì might as well be a limp noodle when facing those spooky specters. And don’t forget to give your blade an extra sprinkle of magic fairy dust.”
“You got it, boss man!” replied Jiang Ziya, giving Luyang a playful punch in the arm.
Watching the security footage, Siming couldn’t help but giggle at the wacky antics of his coworkers. But he quickly regained his composure and stroked his invisible beard, pondering the great mysteries of the universe.
It wasn’t weird that he was reading a book on the history of fuzzy bunny rabbits, was it?
Suddenly, the ghosts and ghouls from the book came to life, twirling around Siming and singing silly songs. But he took it all in stride, joining in on the absurd dance party.
And that’s how the trio of friends spent the rest of the evening, battling monsters, sharpening blades, and spreading joy throughout the land.
KAむい
Ah yes. Spreading joy and murder around. I am pretty sure that was a tenant of tripeace; Love, Peace, and Murder. Very wholesome.