Empty streets late at night.
Spirit creatures that secretly slipped out behind their Spirit Binders were either gathering for a wild party or gossiping about daily life:
[Hey, the newcomer, what does your Spirit Binder do for a living?]
[What plant? Venus flytrap]
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[I don't know if you've seen it, but Lao Ma recently found a Yang Niu, that tall one, looks so exciting!]
[Bullshit, that's not a Yang Niu, it's a curly-haired grass mud horse]
[Who the hell are you cursing, you turtle bastard!?]
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[I'm so tired today. My Spirit Binder took me fishing in the wild, but we found a girl bathing alone, so he stood guard for an hour. Rounding up, I'm pretty much a righteous police dog]
[I'm also...so tired...my Spirit...Binder...always...drags me...to do...charitable...works]
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The above roughly depicts the daily life of ordinary people's spirits.
