A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Before it transformed into human form, at least with that famous, philosophical, and melancholic square face, it could still earn the status of a "national second-class protected animal" while walking on the plateau.

Protected by the Wildlife Protection Law, although they are not getting enough to eat, at least they are doing alright.

It has taken on a different form...

She looked down at the woman in the puddle whose features seemed to be independent of each other, and for the first time, she had a bloody understanding of the phrase "fate plays tricks on people."

If it weren't for a chance encounter that led her to acquire a tattered illusion manual left behind by some unscrupulous and evil cultivator, and her subsequent haphazard attempts to deduce some rudimentary sleuth magic...

With her looks and aptitude, she would have starved to death countless times over in the human world!

Can I still be a live streamer? Can I still get generous donations from wealthy patrons? Can I still live in this apartment?

Dream on!

Ahri lifted her head from her knees, staring intently at a shard of mirror on the ground, reflecting her narrowed eyes reddened with jealousy.

His teeth were grinding together.

"So what if you have the Su family... Fire Fox...? You think you're so great?"

"Being good-looking...so what?"

"You look down on me...you all look down on me..."

She stood up unsteadily, walked to the window, and looked at the beautiful scenery of Jinghai outside.

It was a world she could barely squeeze into and glimpse through illusion and deception.

And now, that disguise has been easily torn apart by that damned fire fox.

Along with the pitiful self-esteem and fantasies she had painstakingly built up, they were torn to shreds.

"OK……"

Ahri grinned, revealing a smile that was even uglier than a grimace, which, combined with her true appearance at that moment, made her look somewhat ferocious.

"You look down on me..."

"Why are you demon management department messing with me like this..."

"We're not done yet."

She's not stupid. She had just finished criticizing the Demon Management Department when a fox spirit came to slap her in the face during a live-streamed PK. There's no such thing as a coincidence.

She walked into the bathroom, looked at her ordinary, even somewhat ugly face in the mirror, and slowly began to gather her demonic power again.

The magic's brilliance flickered again, layering over the illusion.

The face in the mirror began to distort and change, gradually transforming back into the beautiful and pitiful "Ah Li" from the live stream.

This time, however, beneath that beautiful exterior, there was no longer any trace of feigned weakness or strength in those eyes.

All that remained was a cold, venomous hatred that preyed on those who sought to devour them.

She picked up another spare phone, quickly swiped her finger across the screen, found a number labeled "Secretary Hou," edited a message, and sent it.

"Secretary Hou, I've been tricked. I was set up by the people from the Demon Management Department. They sent an even prettier vixen to humiliate me. I can't continue my live streams anymore, and my public image has collapsed."

"Will the association get involved in this?"

"If you don't take care of it... I'll find a way to get revenge myself. If I cause any trouble and it affects the overall situation and harmony of the association, don't blame me."

Message sending.

Ahri looked at the beauty in the mirror, twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a cold and twisted arc.

There's an old saying that goes, "A gentleman takes revenge, even after ten years."

But those are human rules.

Monsters don't do this.

The rules for monsters are much simpler—

The monsters are taking revenge, from morning till night! I'll admit defeat if they can even last overnight!

Ahri faces the mirror, smoothing out the last bit of illusionary magic.

Looking at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, the hole that Su Xiaoxiao had punched in her heart seemed to be temporarily covered up by this false exterior.

She gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with malice.

Let the monsters from the Monster Protection Association go first to scout ahead and have some fun with that damned Monster Management Department.

She, meanwhile, was in the background, slowly planning and playing her part.

What kind of trouble can a mere demon management department cause?

In her memory, the Demon Management Department was still the same as it had been a few years ago—

They are subservient to foreign powers, but strike hard against domestic ones.

Isn't that section chief surnamed Wei in charge of management a perfect example? He has absolutely no skills, all he does is engage in internal power struggles, embezzle money, and sell positions.

On the surface, he's all high and mighty, but behind the scenes, he secretly gifted her live stream with virtual rockets. She could smell the dirty thoughts in his private messages even through the screen.

and many more……

Ahri rubbed her aching temples, and the scattered thoughts in her mind caused by anger slowly gathered together.

The guy who called earlier, who was really arrogant, said his name was... Ji Zuodao?

Why does this name sound so familiar?

That's strange. He said he was the head of the Demon Management Section? Where's the one surnamed Wei? Has he been replaced?

As she was frowning and pondering this matter, there was a sudden, urgent knocking at the door.

"Bang bang bang".

Ali was startled, and her anger, which had just subsided, flared up again. She yelled at the door in annoyance, "Who is it?! What are you knocking for?!"

A slightly muffled but still clear male voice came from outside the door, sounding quite young: "Deliveryman, please come out and sign for the package."

Is he delivering a package?

Ahri's steps toward the door suddenly faltered, and her heart skipped a beat.

Is he delivering a package?

What the hell are you talking about!

Which courier company is so dedicated to its job that it even delivers to your door?

Even if she did, her apartment building is a high-end complex, twelve stories high! You can't get up there without an elevator card!

Did the deliveryman climb twelve flights of stairs just to deliver a package to her?

Even the most filial sons aren't this good!

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation!

Ahri's fur was practically standing on end.

Instead of moving forward, she tiptoed back a few steps, squinting her eyes and staring intently at the seemingly flimsy security door.

With one hand behind his back, he had already begun to secretly form hand seals, mobilizing his demonic power.

Just as her mind was racing—

The knocking stopped.

Ah Li was stunned. Before she could figure it out, she heard—

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening explosion!

The sturdy-looking security door, along with the surrounding wall plaster, looked as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.

The entire door detached from the frame and slammed straight into the room with a whooshing sound!

Ah Li only had time to let out a short scream before the flying iron door slammed solidly into her chest!

"ah--!"

She felt as if she had been hit by a battering ram, and her internal organs had all shifted.

Everything went black, a metallic taste rose in my throat, and I was sent flying backward by the force of the impact, like a rag doll.

With a crash, it shattered the only remaining half of the glass coffee table in the living room, rolled several times on the floor, and finally came to a stop covered in dust.

I collapsed amidst the shattered glass and furniture debris, my head buzzing, and I almost passed out.

In a daze, she only heard a burst of noisy footsteps burst in, followed by a loud, slightly cynical young male voice at the door:

"FBI! Open the door!"

The voice paused for a moment, as if realizing something was amiss, then immediately changed its tone, even spitting out a "pui!"

"Pah! Wrong channel! Let's start over—"

"Demon Control Department, case in progress! Hands behind your head! Crouch down!"

Demon Management Department?

Demon Management Department!

Ahri was dazed and confused from the fall, but those words were like icicles, instantly piercing her hazy consciousness and jolting her awake. She barely managed to open her squinty eyes, which were clouded by dust.

The Demon Management Department?!

Damn it! How did the Demon Management Department get here so fast?!

Even though monsters take revenge from morning till night, shouldn't they at least give people time to catch their breath and plan ahead?

It's only been five minutes since she ended her live stream, at most!

She hasn't even received a reply to the message she sent to Secretary Hou!

She's just been throwing something, sending a message, or casting a spell, and your Demon Management Department is already at her door?

Are you from the Demon Management Department under Cao Cao's command?! You arrive just as suddenly as you're told?

Is this some kind of dedication?!