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

Qiqi chased after that gust of wind, her two short legs moving like little wheels of fire, and in a flash she left the city and plunged into the western suburbs.

As the surroundings grew increasingly desolate, the houses disappeared, the streetlights were gone, leaving only a dark wasteland and the indistinct shadows of mountains in the distance.

Qiqi's little feet can finally leave the ground.

With a light tap, she shot into the sky like a small cannonball, flying forward with the wind.

This area in the western suburbs is so desolate that you can hardly find a single tree. When the wind blows, it's incredibly wild, howling like ghosts wailing.

The faint sweet fragrance carried on the wind was quickly dissipated by the thousands of wild gusts of wind.

Qiqi stopped in the sky, took a deep sniff through her little nose, turned left and right.

Gone.

It's really gone.

The wind was too strong, and it completely dissipated the smell.

What should I do?

I can't find it.

Qiqi was suspended in mid-air, a little dazed.

The little boy's head felt empty. Usually at this time, his older brother or Doggy would be there, and they would definitely have a solution.

In her heart, her brother and Dog Lord were the most amazing people. Apart from her headache-inducing math homework, there was nothing in the world that they couldn't handle.

But right now, she's all alone.

Just as she was worrying, a gust of wind whistled past her ear.

The wind seemed to carry my brother's lazy voice, tinged with a slightly irritating laugh.

(Flashback)

"Seven Seven, Dog Master's method is too troublesome. Let me teach you an easier one."

"If you ever lose your way, close your eyes, point to a random spot with one finger, then spin around in place a few times. When you feel dizzy, stop and go in the direction your finger is pointing."

"This move is called 'The Immortal Points the Way'! Hmm... or we could call it 'Seven Seven Points the Way' too."

At that time, Qiqi looked up with her little face, her eyes full of confusion:

"Just spin around... and that's it? It's much simpler than Doggy's method."

"Of course!" Ji Zuodao grinned from ear to ear, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Because our Qiqi has the best luck!"

"Is Qiqi's luck... really good?" Qiqi asked slowly, pointing to the tip of her nose.

"That would be great!"

Ji Zuodao picked her up and spun her around. "Look at you! You opened your eyes and bumped into the most handsome brother in the world, and you even got a dog that can guard the house, fight, and amuse you for free. Isn't that good luck? You're lucky!"

"oh--"

Qiqi was dizzy from being spun around, but she seemed to understand. She nodded her little head seriously and said, "Qiqi's luck is really good."

A dragon-shaped phantom flashed and disappeared around Qiqi.

(End of flashback)

The wind seems to have stopped.

Qiqi blinked and muttered something softly, as if speaking to herself, or perhaps to the wind:

"Qiqi is very lucky."

She closed her eyes, stretched out her slender, white little finger, and casually pointed in front of her.

Then, it actually started spinning in circles.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

She wasn't spinning very fast, but she was very focused, her little body standing straight, the strap of her schoolbag drawing tiny circles in the air.

She spun around seven or eight times before stopping, her small body swaying slightly, feeling a little dizzy.

Open your eyes.

His finger pointed precisely to the west, into the deepest part of the land, where the darkness was deepest and the mountain shadows were most intense.

Hmm... that place seems to be...

Qiqi looked at her fingers, then at the dark, barren land.

There wasn't a hint of hesitation on her little face.

"Walk."

She whispered, then lightly pushed off with her little feet in the air, and with a "whoosh," she plunged headfirst into the direction her finger was pointing.

Deep in the western suburbs, beneath a barren slope riddled with craters from bombing, lies a dark hole.

Inside the hole was an old tomb chamber that had collapsed halfway. It looked quite old, but the signs of the collapse were very recent, as if it had been blasted open from the outside by something.

The tomb chamber was filled with an earthy smell and a faint musty odor.

Zhao Lingling was placed in a corner on a broken coffin board, bound up like a zongzi for the Dragon Boat Festival, with only her little head sticking out.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, but her little face was a bit pale, and her big eyes were darting around as she looked at her surroundings.

I'm definitely a little scared, but more than that, I feel a numb sense of "Oh, here we go again?"

I've really gotten used to it.

This is the third time in such a short time.

Don't kidnappers ever try to be innovative?

In the middle of the tomb, Jin Yu paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his steps filled with anxiety.

Behind him, there was a pair of large wings drooping, which flapped occasionally as he walked, kicking up dust.

"Brother, aren't we rushing things a bit too much?"

"How about we reconsider? Let's take a longer approach?"

"What kind of planning is this!"

Zhan Lang was adding medicinal herbs to the alchemy furnace when he turned his head, his large, round eyes glaring at Jin Yu, his voice as loud as a broken gong:

"By the time you've finished your long-term plan, lightning will have already struck both of us on the head! Who's going to take the hit, you or me? Huh?"

Behind him, a large, furry tail swung impatiently, making a pattering sound as it swept the pebbles on the ground.

Jin Yu shrank back, but still muttered softly, "But... but what if those people from Bureau 749 come after us..."

"What's the point of chasing after them!"

Zhan Lang waved his hand, interrupting him, and pointed to the collapsed wall of the tomb chamber:

"See that? Last time, those bastards from Bureau 749 used those thermobaric bombs to plow this place up! They blew it clean!"

"Ever since then, not even a mouse wants to come to this wretched place! They think it's bad luck!"

"This ancient tomb was most likely unearthed by the earthquake back then! The people from Bureau 749 had no idea! If they had known, would they have allowed those despicable tomb raiders to wreak havoc like this?"

"Look, those skeletons outside the tomb, I reckon they're from those tomb raiders. They couldn't split the loot, so they double-crossed each other and ended up killing each other."

"If the people from Bureau 749 had come here, would they have let their bodies lie exposed in the wilderness? They would have picked them up and buried them long ago! Humans just love to do this useless, pointless stuff!"

The more he talked, the more convinced he became of his point. With a wave of his hand, he drew his conclusion:

"So, don't worry! They definitely won't be able to find us!"

Seemingly feeling that his argument wasn't convincing enough, he stubbornly added:

"If they actually manage to touch this spot, I—I'll eat shit on my head right here and now! Woof!"

Jin Yu: "..."

He silently looked at his older brother's rugged yet somewhat foolish face, paused for two seconds, and whispered a reminder:

"Brother, for a dog demon like you to make such an oath is practically tantamount to freeloading, isn't it?"

"Get lost!" War Wolf's face flushed red with embarrassment and rage. "I'm a wolf! A purebred black-backed wolf! You're the dog demon! Your whole family are dog demons! Woof!"

Jin Yu: "..."

Okay, if you say it's a wolf, then it's a wolf.

He sighed and turned to look at Zhao Lingling, who was quietly sitting on the coffin lid like a rice dumpling.

The little girl was watching them argue with curious blinking eyes. Tsk tsk, these kidnappers really have terrible manners.

For some reason, that unease in Jin Yu's heart resurfaced.

I have a feeling this is going to be bad.