My wife is a magical girl, how can I be the villain?

Tang Ming chatted casually with Zeng Que, reassuring him that if Xing Yu were to investigate on his own, there might be considerable risks involved. However, since the archives were being asked for help, Zeng Que could guarantee that the submitted materials would be free of any loopholes.

"After Xingyu reads this, he should think that you are someone who works for a wizard, with a transparent identity and protection."

Zeng Que glanced outside the door. The staff in the archives were all working diligently, except for the kid who had gotten Xing Yu's autograph and kept glancing at his notebook. He decided that he had to punish the kid after hanging up the phone.

"I have to go now, I have things to do." Tang Ming switched hands to hold the box, and because his left hand, which was holding the phone, was fidgeting, his voice was sometimes loud and sometimes soft.

"You'd better stay home as much as possible these days, in case she's following you."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing. I'll definitely be with my seniors on missions," Tang Ming said.

"Alright, you go ahead with your work. I can't say much more here. I'll go back to the organization in a few days. Hua Lingyou is still not cooperating with me; I need to talk to the boss myself!"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Ming checked the time and quickened his pace towards another block.

This is a gradually abandoned shopping mall, with signs and "GG" plastered all over the storefronts, telling tales of its past bustling activity.

Every city has a few abandoned shopping malls. They may not be in remote locations, and they may have had their glory days, but they have gradually lost their vitality with the passage of time.

This is a commercial area on the edge of the city. Further to the right is Fengcheng District, which is the outermost part and the farthest from the Anti-Demon Division.

In today's cities, the further outward from the location of the Demon Exorcist's Guild, the more dangerous it becomes to life.

It's not because something terrifying is approaching from outside the city, but because the time it takes to provide support to the Demon Lords' wizards should a beast or terrorist organization appear will determine the lives of every ordinary person.

This shopping mall isn't in the bustling city center, but it's located in the middle area between the center and the edge. When he was working his previous job, Tang Ming would pass through this area every day before returning to his home in the Hua Nan District.

Tang Ming carried a small silver suitcase as he walked through the mall, his steps habitually light, but his expression was not tense; on the contrary, he seemed even more relaxed.

This shopping mall has been around for about twenty years. It only has three floors above ground, which is nothing compared to the six or seven floors of shopping malls today, but it has two floors underground. Obviously, the design was quite grand when it was built.

Tang Ming carefully avoided the glass shards and metal billboards that occasionally appeared on the ground. Fortunately, he didn't see anyone defecating, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

They easily navigated the obstacles and warning lines, then descended the long-abandoned elevator.

Tang Ming often wandered around various abandoned and disused buildings, showing no fear of these deserted and somewhat eerie places.

More importantly, he was familiar with the place and deliberately went down to the basement, walking deeper into the narrow and compact underground pedestrian street.

"Squeak—"

A very faint sound came from the end of the road and drifted into Tang Ming's ears. The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible. If it weren't for the influence of the alien substance and the increased physical perception of Tang Ming, he would have definitely ignored the noise.

He subconsciously kept his footing low, and casually unlocked the metal box, locking his fingers around the opening to prevent it from opening.

He squinted and slowed his pace, but continued walking toward the end. Apart from the creaking sound from before, all that remained was the "marble-like" sound of the concrete bouncing between the floor slabs due to years of disrepair.

He walked another twenty meters, almost to the end, and the sounds from before stopped. Tang Ming didn't relax; he was very familiar with this place, and usually no one else would come here.

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from the side, breaking the silence, but Tang Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end of the corridor, a roller shutter door was pulled open from below, and a head popped out, looking this way. Tang Ming immediately stood up straight and walked naturally toward the other person, no longer lowering his pace.

"What is this...?" he asked casually, his voice echoing in the enclosed underground space.

The roller shutter door above did not push up any further. A head and body emerged from underneath, and the figure slowly stood up. By the light of his flashlight, Tang Ming could make out who it was.

The tall, thin man stared at him with a strange expression.

Tang Ming looked at the other person in surprise and asked, "Are you here to collect trash too?"

A glint seemed to flash in the other person's eyes. After closing his eyes briefly, his shoulder blades relaxed, and he pouted, saying, "I have nowhere to stay... I'll just find a place to stay here for a few days."

Tang Ming understood immediately. Seeing the other person's disheveled appearance, he must have encountered some problems in his career and was now homeless.

He glanced at the glass display window beside him; the edge of the display case was flashing a faint light rhythmically, making it difficult to see under normal circumstances. As he walked past the window, his phone vibrated in his pants pocket, which he casually turned off.

"This place is so gloomy, why are you picking up trash?" The thin man leaned against the wall on the other side, his body turned to the side, one hand casually in his pocket.

"I come here often, and I can usually find some junk in the shops, but I've never been to the basement. It's really gloomy and cold!"

Tang Ming looked around seriously, even trembling slightly as he crossed his arms.

The man's eyes held a hint of disdain, but he didn't show it. In the dim light, he sized up Tang Ming. He was dressed cleanly, and although very simply, he didn't look like a homeless person in the city... He was living a life that was a little too good.

Tang Ming continued walking forward, no longer shining his phone at the other person, but instead turning it towards the person the man was leaning against. The half-open roller shutter door was dusty and rusty, and from the earlier vibration, bits of iron filings were still falling off.

"What are you going to do?" the man asked nervously.

Tang Ming pretended not to know, walking and looking around suspiciously. "Are you sleeping here? Is there anything good inside?"

He glanced back at the man, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I was just checking if there were any electrical appliances I could take back and melt down to sell as scrap metal..."

The man hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say. Tang Ming had already walked to the roller shutter door and was curiously looking around.

The man veered to the left again, paused, and said, "Stop making a fuss... I've lived here for many days, there's nothing here, it's quite clean."

"When did you get here? Is this your territory now?" Tang Ming frowned, displeased.

The man sighed softly, as if he were feeling pity for something. Tang Ming had already bent down, wanting to lift the lowered roller shutter door, holding the box in his hand, awkwardly holding it with one hand.

He pulled his left hand out of his pocket, revealing faint blue lines on his left arm, which the man had deliberately obscured.

The man raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at Tang Ming's protruding buttocks. He glanced at it, then raised it a little higher, pointing it at the other man's head.

A faint and delicate glow appeared on the index finger of his left hand, and the restless magical patterns on his finger stabilized. Clearly, the man was consciously controlling the power; he didn't want to cause too much damage and affect what was inside.

"Don't be so stingy... if there's anything good, everyone gets a share."

Tang Ming had already lifted the roller shutter door halfway. He skillfully pulled it up with his arm behind his back, using his elbow close to his face to block the flying iron filings as it slid.

Before Tang Ming could finish speaking, a beam of light shot out from the fingertips of the man behind him. The slender, condensed magic beam was aimed directly at Tang Ming's head, and a sigh appeared on the man's face.