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

The humble, ingratiating, and hopeful smile on Faming's face froze instantly.

The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving him whiter than a dead man.

Due to extreme pain and disbelief, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints!

He convulsed violently, like a fish thrown ashore, and let out a short, sharp, and extremely mournful gasp from his throat.

He stiffly, little by little, extremely slowly, lowered his head.

Look at your abdomen.

All I saw was—

The pale, chilling spine sword that was wrapped around Dog Lord's tentacles had silently and completely disappeared into his abdomen!

Only the hilt of the sword was left sticking out.

The flesh around the sword was torn open, and blood gushed out as if it had found a flood outlet, instantly staining his tattered monk's robe and the scorched ground beneath him.

But that's not the scariest part.

What terrified Faming the most was—

The sword embedded in his abdomen did not stop.

It was being controlled by that slippery tentacle, moving slowly and horizontally at a steady yet cruel pace...

It slashed open a huge, horrific wound that almost severed him in half!

"No...no...!!!"

Faming wanted to scream, struggle, and stop it.

The extreme pain and the sudden blow rendered his body unable to perform any effective movements other than uncontrollable spasms.

He could only watch helplessly as the cold blade sliced ​​through his flesh, severed his fascia, and penetrated his abdominal cavity…

It stirred and stirred wildly, exploring and searching for something.

then.

He felt a cold, slippery tentacle tip, covered in suckers and barbs, silently creeping along the wound cut by the spine sword...

They crawled inside.

Inside his body, among his internal organs, slowly, carefully…

Through trial and error, they finally grasped something.

"Heh...heh..."

Faming's body began to convulse violently and uncontrollably. His eyes rolled back in extreme pain and fear, and blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Sizzle... Pfft..."

The viscous sound of flesh and blood peeling away from foreign objects was chilling.

In Famina's vision, which was blurred by excruciating pain yet forcibly gathered by fear.

The dark tentacle slowly retracted from the horrific wound on his abdomen.

The tips of the tentacles were no longer empty.

It tightly and ostentatiously wrapped up two things.

The one on the left is similar, about the size of a palm, irregularly shaped, and with a warm, translucent pale gold color.

Half a Bodhisattva!

On the right is the same, which is the Linggong Palace, sometimes resembling a palace and pavilion, and sometimes resembling a lotus platform and temple!

Now, both of these things, stained with Faming's blood and shattered internal organs, are tightly wrapped by Dog Lord's tentacles and exposed to the cold night air.

Dog Lord's tentacles, as if showing off, waved the half-Bodhisattva's fruition and the damaged spiritual palace in front of Faming, who was on the verge of death and had a vacant look in his eyes.

Then, the tentacle suddenly retracted!

"Whoosh!"

The two items, along with the blood-dripping spine sword, were wrapped up by the tentacles and quickly shrunk back into the cracks in the tattered dog skin on Dog Lord's body, disappearing without a trace.

Only the strong smell of blood remained in the air, and the huge, bloody wound on Faming's abdomen, with his internal organs vaguely visible, proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Dog lowered his head and grinned.

He revealed an unprecedented, dazzling smile that was almost ferocious.

In the dog's eyes, the intense malice and mockery were like boiling magma, almost overflowing.

It tilted its head and, in an innocent, slightly doubtful tone, slowly spoke to Faming, whose consciousness was already fading:

"No way, really?"

"Senior brother, you don't really think I'll let you off the hook, do you?"

"My goodness! With an imagination like yours, it's a waste that you're not out there telling stories under the overpass!"

"laugh."

It even let out a short, pleasant chuckle.

"Still reluctant to part? Still talking about a century-long bond? You don't actually believe that, do you?"

"I, your humble servant, am reluctant to part with your cultivation, your half-formed fruition, and the essence accumulated within your spiritual palace over hundreds of years!"

"Now, they all take my surname."

"How are you feeling? Do you feel empty inside? Are you comfortable?"

Dog Lord used the spine sword wrapped around his tentacles to disdainfully flick the tip of Fa Ming's tattered monk's robe.

"But senior brother, don't be too sad."

"See, how much I care about you, Dog King?"

"I've crippled you, plundered your spirit palace, taken your fruit position, and scattered your cultivation..."

"From now on, you won't have to live in constant fear, worrying about how to get through those damn three calamities."

"There's no need to worry about this or that anymore, living like a wild dog that can't live in fear all day long."

Dog Lord's face was almost touching Faming's ear, his voice as soft as a devil's whisper, yet every word pierced the heart:

"What about in the future..."

"Just be an ordinary person and behave honestly."

"Eat some simple food, bask in the sun, and recite those scriptures you've already memorized..."

"Wouldn't it be better to end this miserable life?"

"Peaceful, carefree, and without worries."

"maybe……"

Dog paused, a glint of extreme malice and anticipation flashing in its eyes.

"You're tough, you'll live a long time..."

"And I can see it with my own eyes..."

"I, the Dog Lord, don a magnificent robe, sit on a lotus throne, and receive the worship of ten thousand people..."

"Where did you become a Buddha, or a Patriarch?"

"Hehehe..."

After centuries of suppression, centuries of forbearance, centuries of struggle, finally at this moment, the great revenge is avenged, the cause and effect are resolved, and fate is reversed!

Dog could no longer control himself and burst into a wild, unrestrained laugh from deep in his throat, a laugh that was both exhilarating and unrestrained, a mix of endless hatred and relief!

Laughter echoed through the forest clearing, which reeked of blood and burnt flesh, piercing the fading night and carrying far into the distance.

With a touch of madness, a touch of sorrow, and much more...

happy!

Dog's laughter gradually subsided.

It stood still, its chest rising and falling slightly as it breathed heavily.

It's not from being tired.

It is the emptiness that follows an intense emotional outpouring.

It looked down at the bloodstains on its paws, belonging to Faming, which had begun to congeal and turn black.

I looked up again and gazed in the direction of Jinshan Temple in the distance, where the faint sounds of noise could still be heard.

From then on, in this world...

The inner demons that can no longer be understood.

Yes, there is one, but it's a bit cheeky, a bit dog-like, a bit wicked, but at least it can truly live for itself...

Old black dog.

Dog shook its paws, seemingly trying to get rid of the bloodstains, or perhaps simply wanting to stretch its legs.

Then it turned around, and the madness and malice on the dog's face slowly faded.

He reverted to that familiar, carefree, and somewhat cynical expression.

But deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a calmness that came after weathering many storms, and a genuine expectation for tomorrow.

"I'm gone."

When Dog spoke, his voice returned to its usual tone, even carrying a hint of relief after finishing a big job.

"This place is unlucky."

"Go home."

"I suddenly have a craving for dumplings, you little rascal, do you know how to make them?"

"Uh... I really don't know how to do that."

"Then hurry up and learn it, I want to eat it. If it's not good, I'll hold you responsible."

"Tch, what a character. Fine, I'll learn it, and I'll make dumplings for you when I'm done."