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

"Oh shit……"

Ji Zuodao muttered a curse under his breath, unsure whether he was cursing the inexplicable feeling or his suddenly malfunctioning brain.

He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the discomfort and confusion.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there like idiots!"

He roused himself, kicked the chest full of gold bars at his feet, and tried to make his tone sound as nonchalant as ever:

"Hurry up! Move what you can, pack what you can! The property rights of this villa will probably be confiscated anyway. Let's see if we can manage to transfer it to our department and turn it into a training base or warehouse or something..."

"Ao Yan Ni Yu! Upstairs bedroom! Bedside table, under the bed, hidden compartments in the wardrobe—don't miss a single one! Those bastards love to hide good stuff in there!"

Under his command, the search of homes continued in full swing.

However, Ji Zuodao would occasionally stop what he was doing, his gaze drifting to a certain empty corner, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were hoping that something might suddenly appear there.

But there was only air there, and a slightly chilly wind blowing in through the broken window.

He smacked his lips, and the pleasant feeling he had felt because of "Ji Qingtian" inexplicably faded a bit.

Instead, he felt a sense of unease that he himself couldn't quite explain.

Ji Zuodao felt a vague unease, like a damp rag stuck to his heart, and even after returning to the Demon Management Department, that inexplicable restlessness didn't completely dissipate.

He slumped into his office chair, frowning, tapping his temples with his fingers.

No, something's definitely wrong.

He went through his memories from when he was wearing open-crotch pants to the present day in his mind several times, like watching a movie.

The trees of Ailao Mountain, the town at its foot, the little demons I beat up, the shops where I ate meals...

He even remembered the beating he received for stealing money from his master when he was five years old.

But it just doesn't exist.

There wasn't a single big black dog.

There's no such thing as a "Dog Master".

There wasn't a trace of it.

"Tsk, the Mandela Effect? ​​I heard Li Shuwen talk about it when we were kids..." Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, trying to convince himself, "He just had a brain fart and misremembered."

He tried hard to recall the image that had flashed through his mind in the villa's courtyard.

Big, black, furry...

But what exactly does it look like? Is its fur long or short? What color are its eyes? Does it squat or lie down?

Blank.

The feeling that was so clear just now is now like it's been erased by an eraser, leaving not a single trace.

"No!" Ji Zuodao jumped up from his chair with a "whoosh," his face turning somewhat grim.

With his memory, he couldn't possibly forget something he cared about so quickly, let alone something he had just been desperately trying to remember.

There's definitely something wrong with this.

Ji Zuodao's sudden outburst startled Su Xiaoxiao, who was secretly touching up her makeup.

"Little Daodao, what's wrong?" Su Xiaoxiao came closer, her foxy eyes full of concern.

Ji Zuodao didn't answer directly, staring at her with a tone that he himself didn't realize was tense:

"Su Xiaoxiao".

"Um?"

Do you remember Dogs?

"Dog Lord?"

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head, her face practically radiating confusion. "Who is it? The new guy in our department? I've never heard of him."

Seeing Su Xiaoxiao's naturally bewildered expression, Ji Zuodao's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he sat back down, waving his hand:

"Nobody's here. Maybe I misremembered. Go on with your work."

He sat back down silently, without saying another word. Instead, he pulled a sheet of A4 paper from the drawer, grabbed a pen, and forcefully wrote two large characters on it—

Dog Lord!

Then he stared intently at those two words, his eyes burning a hole through them.

The office became much quieter instantly.

Su Xiaoxiao and the other fox spirits who were originally slacking off, gossiping, and looking in their mirrors all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Ji Zuodao, and then at the paper in front of him.

It's strange, it's rare to see Ji Zuodao so interested in anything.

"Dog Lord?!"

A group of fox spirits looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who is this? I've never heard of him before."

"Sounds like a seasoned gangster."

"It can't be..."

A quick-thinking little fox suddenly gasped and whispered, "Could it be Dao-ge's mistress from outside?"

The office fell into a deathly silence.

The next second, it exploded.

"Holy crap! No way?!"

"We sisters are always hanging around here, barely getting a whiff of her charms, and some slut outside just snatches her up?!"

"Damn it, we're all canines, so where exactly did we fox spirits lose? Was our fur not shiny enough? Our tails not bushy enough?"

A little fox spirit, who had just finished reading the book, had a tense expression on her face and said in a sorrowful tone:

"I know, I've seen this before. This is called 'childhood sweetheart can't beat a sudden arrival'! We're with Dao-ge every day, so we're childhood sweethearts, but that stray dog ​​who appeared out of nowhere is a sudden arrival! This is NTR!"

What is NTR?

"I was just robbed of my love! You cuckold!"

"Ahhh! No! No way! I don't want this to happen!"

The fox spirits instantly wailed in despair, as if they could already see their own delicate little cabbage being devoured by some unknown black-haired wild boar.

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned completely as black as the bottom of a pot.

Her fingernails scratched unconsciously on the table, making a harsh "sizzling" sound.

Alright, you good-for-nothing Ji Zuodao.

My great-aunt is still figuring out how to simmer it slowly and let it continue for a long time.

You've even started keeping stray dogs as pets outside?

Still calling me "Grandpa"? That's quite affectionate.

Su Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, characteristic of foxes.

"Okay, okay..."

When she spoke, her voice was so sweet it could kill, yet it carried an icy edge.

"You there, right? Fine, I'll remember you. I don't care if you're male or female, demon or monster, how dare you steal meat from the bowls of us Ailao Mountain foxes?"

"Just wait. Once we find out who you are, see if this old lady won't..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

The murderous intent on his face froze.

and many more.

Who was that...?

What's the name of that slut who seduces underworld figures?

Su Xiaoxiao blinked, her mind suddenly going blank.

The rage that had been so intense, like wanting to skin someone alive, inexplicably vanished.

She opened her mouth, looked at her equally indignant sisters around her, and noticed a moment of confusion on their faces.

"Uh... who were we talking about just now?" a fox spirit asked hesitantly.

"I don't know, I just remember being very angry..."

"Strange, why can't I remember?"

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head, trying to shake off the strange feeling of emptiness.

Who cares? Anyway, Xiaodaodao is her section chief now, so she has the advantage of being close to him. She can just keep a close eye on him from now on.

She put on her charming smile again, swayed her hips, and went to make tea for Ji Zuodao.

……

in the office.

Ji Zuodao stared at the white paper on the table.

My eyes were practically glazed over.

I stared at it for a full five minutes.

Then, he suddenly came to his senses, looking completely bewildered.

"What the hell am I standing there for?"

Frustrated, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

It's really weird.

I should be happy today, right? The villa was confiscated, mountains of gold and silver were moved back, and the name "Ji Qingtian" (a legendary upright official) became famous. I'm so happy I could fly.

Why does my heart feel like it's stuffed with a wet cotton ball, so suffocating?

It must be because I've been too tired lately! Yes, that must be it!

A mountain of messy things to deal with, and I still have to figure out how to make money...

My brain is practically dried up! It's perfectly reasonable for me to be hallucinating and feeling agitated!

Ji Zuodao successfully convinced himself.

He slammed his hand on the table and roared:

"Yuan Xiaotong! Hurry up and plug the game console in for me!"

"No work today! I'm going to play a couple of rounds of Black Monkey to relax my brain!"

"Alright!" Yuan Xiaotong happily went off to tinker.

The inexplicable low pressure in the office vanished instantly with the start of the game and Ji Zuodao's cursing at the screen, "Damn this BOSS!"

The vixens can continue to slack off or gossip as they please.

After making tea, Su Xiaoxiao returned to the game and looked at Ji Zuodao, who was engrossed in the game again and shouting. She then looked at the crumpled piece of paper lying quietly in the trash can. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She also felt that something was missing.

But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was missing.