“Is this… supposed to be an episode of Kill Bill?” One of the female employees dressed in overalls asked her colleague with great astonishment.

“It seems to be that way…” Her colleague responded with an equally stunned expression. And he wasn’t the only one. Everyone who was hiding under their desk right now were completely flabbergasted by the appearance of this peculiar Yin spirit.

I mean… something doesn’t feel right about this image! We… weren’t prepared for something like this! Aren’t Yin spirits supposed to be terrifying, frightening and shrieking at us from the moment they appear? Why… would these legendary Judge-class Yin spirits appear with such ghastly tunes?

Qin Ye was naturally unaware of these thoughts in the hearts of the television station employees. With his head held high, and his palms hidden under his sleeves, he drifted high into the sky, riding the majestic riffs of the familiar tune.

Ah, that’s right. And there was also a bashful-looking Yin spirit who went before him, hiding in any way he could as he scattered paper money before his master.

The television station was a two-storey building. As soon as Qin Ye arrived on the second floor, the doors to the rooms all flung wide open on their own. The staff within screamed and reflexively lowered their heads. Documents were tossed about by the playful nethergale that swept through the rooms. Countless people huddled underneath their desks and shivered in fright.

Is he an idiot?

Indeed, he must be an idiot.

Unfortunately…...