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

The incident of Jinshan Temple being flooded and then ransacked by bandits caused a ripple in the spiritual community, but it subsided in just a few days.

It's not that everyone is forgetful, it's just that those "bandits" were too damn professional.

After robbing Jinshan Temple, they ran away so cleanly and efficiently that they left no clues.

Xu, the fat guy from the Yuhang branch of the 749th Bureau, even issued a formal report afterward, characterizing it as "a roving gang taking advantage of the chaos to commit a crime, which has been successfully repelled," and he even received a commendation.

The major families were indeed on edge for a while at first.

Especially those old-established families with mines, ancestral property, and not-so-great reputations, are extremely nervous.

They increased patrols overnight, repeatedly activated the protective formations passed down from their ancestors, and even installed security doors on rat holes.

They were terrified that one night, a mahjong tile face painted with "Fortune" or "White Dragon" would drift in through the window, grinning at them: "Want to borrow some money?"

But after waiting for almost half a month, not only did they not see any bandits, but they didn't even see a petty thief.

The wind was calm, the waves were still, and the birds sang sweetly amidst the fragrant flowers.

Gradually, everyone calmed down.

They went about their business as usual, but they had more to talk about during their leisure time. When they bragged, they would embellish their stories, saying how they outwitted and outmaneuvered bandits back in the day.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Management Section of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai, life returned to normal.

However, there were some unusual noises in this daily routine.

The source, of course, is Dog Master.

The treatment Dog received when he came back this time was simply amazing.

How should I put it? It's like a retired cadre going back to his former workplace for an inspection.

He was still the kind of respected, old cadre whom everyone had to treat with deference.

The reason is obvious to everyone.

During the days when Dog Master was arrested, this group of people, influenced by Wang Xiang, completely forgot about Dog Master, who had taken care of them since childhood!

It felt like there was an eraser in my brain that wiped away Dog's existence in a flash.

If Ji Zuodao hadn't noticed something amiss and if Qiqi hadn't been immune to mental abilities, they might still be unaware that such a person had ever been by their side.

I feel so guilty!

That feeling of guilt was like aged vinegar, thick and sticky, stuck in my heart, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Especially those who had been taken care of the most by Doggy, such as Xiong Meng, Ao Yan, and Ni Yu, felt like slapping themselves a few times.

So, once Dog Lord's injuries had fully healed and he was able to walk around again, the Demon Management Department spontaneously formed a set of unwritten rules.

Shift schedule.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Xiong Meng and other strong guys are responsible for grooming and massaging Dog Ye...

On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, Ao Yan and other wealthy individuals were responsible for taking Gou Ye out for walks, strolls, and shopping, and for making Gou Ye happy.

On Sundays, Ni Yu and Jin Xiaoman take turns on duty. One is responsible for bathing and trimming Dog Ye's nails, while the other is responsible for searching all over Beijing for all kinds of novel and delicious food to give Dog Ye a change of pace.

As for Ji Zuodao?

Hey, he's not on a schedule.

Because he works year-round, on call 24/7.

As everyone says, "Dog is yours, if you don't serve him, who will?"

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but when he saw Dog Master's expression that said, "If you dare to say no, I'll cry for you," he swallowed his words back.

Okay, I accept it.

Doggy has been living a very comfortable life lately.

More comfortable than an emperor.

His daily routine consisted of sleeping until he naturally woke up, then strolling around the yard, basking in the sun, and occasionally chatting with passing monsters, offering his opinions on the world.

The rest of the time was spent figuring out how to torment Ji Zuodao.

Moreover, he especially liked requests that were "creative yet challenging, artistic yet unreasonable."

For example, early this morning.

Ji Zuodao had just yawned as he walked into the Demon Management Department's office when he saw Dog Lord lying on his personal velvet-cushioned couch by the door, his eyes half-closed and his tail swaying idly.

Seeing Ji Zuodao enter, Dog Master didn't even lift his eyelids, but lazily opened his mouth:

"Hey kid, have some dog food."

"Alright!" Ji Zuodao replied, turning around to get the dog food bag.

"etc."

Doggy added slowly, "The flavor needs to be strong, but the finish should be subtle. Too strong and it'll be cloying, too weak and it'll be bland; it needs to have layers. You know what I mean?"

Ji Zuodao paused, his hand holding the bag of dog food still.

He slowly turned his head, looked at Dog, and his face was full of "Are you fucking kidding me?" expressions.

"Hey, are you talking about dog food or perfume?"

"Can't dog food have different textures?"

Dog rolled his eyes.

"You have absolutely no taste. No wonder you're still single at your age. Go, go, go, redo it, or don't come back to see me."

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and endured it.

Who can blame us when this is our own dog?

Why did I forget about him?

He silently turned around, went to the kitchen, poured the dog food into a bowl, pondered for a while, and then added some beef jerky crumbs, cheese powder, and two drops of sesame oil.

Stir well and smell it.

Mmm, the aroma is wonderful, and the aftertaste is sweet and mellow.

perfect.

He held the bowl and respectfully placed it in front of Dog Master.

Dog lowered his head, sniffed it, then stuck out his tongue and licked it a little, smacking his lips.

"Hmm...that's more like it."

He nodded in satisfaction and began to eat.

Ji Zuodao breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to get back to his work.

"etc."

Dog Lord spoke again.

Ji Zuodao paused, a bad feeling creeping over him.

"Hey kid, look at this wallpaper."

Dog Lord raised his paw and pointed to the light blue wallpaper on the office wall that had just been changed. "It's too ugly. Change it."

Ji Zuodao looked at the wallpaper and thought it was pretty good. It was fresh and elegant, which suited the office atmosphere of the Demon Management Department perfectly.

"Dogman, what's wrong with this wallpaper?"

"It's ugly everywhere! This color is too bland! It makes me sleepy! Change it!"

"What kind should we get?"

After pondering for a moment, Dog Lord said in a very serious tone:

"Change it to a multicolored black."

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He felt as if he was hallucinating.

"Dog Master, what did you say?"

"A black adorned with countless colors!"

Doggy repeated himself, emphasizing the words "colorful," "What, can't you understand human language? Oh, no, can't you understand dog language?"

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He felt that his intelligence was being challenged like never before.

A multicolored black?

Does this thing even exist?

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his tone calm: "Dogman, this... might be a bit technically difficult."

"Difficulty?" Dog Master glanced at him sideways.

"If it's difficult, then you won't do it? What use are you then? When you were a baby and you wet the bed, and I cleaned the sheets for you, did I ever say it was difficult?"

"When my two dog paws were making formula for you, did I ever say it was difficult?"

Ji Zuo said: "..."

Okay, you're right.

He silently took out his phone, opened Taobao, and searched for "colorful black wallpaper".

Believe it or not, he actually found it!

Although the pattern looks a bit like rainbow ink splashed on black paper, it at least fits the description of "colorful black".

He placed the order and made the payment in one smooth motion.

"Bought it, it'll arrive tomorrow."

"That's more like it." Dog nodded in satisfaction and continued eating.

Ji Zuodao wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead, thinking that things should calm down today, right?

As it turned out, he was too naive.

Over the next few days, Doggy kept coming up with new tricks.

I need to drink water soon, but the water temperature must be precisely controlled at 42.5 degrees Celsius, not a degree more or less.

I need to listen to music for a while, but it can't be pop songs or classical music. It has to be the kind of music that's "a little melancholic but not too sad, and preferably makes you want to dance."

Ji Zuodao searched for a long time and finally played him a remix version of "Erquan Yingyue".

After listening, Dog was silent for a long time before saying, "You've got some skills, kid."

A moment later, he complained of back pain and asked Ji Zuodao to massage him.

Ji Zuodao pressed for a long time until his hands were sore, but Gouye said the pressure was wrong. Too light and it felt like tickling, too heavy and it felt like he was going to break his bones.

It needs that kind of strength that is "just right, like a gentle spring breeze, yet subtly powerful."

Ji Zuodao nearly ground his teeth to powder.

He did consider refusing.

But every time he frowned, before he could even speak, Doggy would stare at him with a look that seemed to say he was a heartless brat.

In those eyes, there was disappointment, grievance, and a silent accusation: "I've given so much for you, yet you won't even do this little thing for me."

Then, Old Dog would let out a long sigh and, in a tone that spoke with a profound understanding of the vicissitudes of life, slowly say:

"Sigh... The kids have grown up, their wings have hardened, and they have their own ideas. I'm old and useless now, a burden to you all. Oh well, let this old man live out his days alone..."

His tone, his expression, his perfectly timed pauses and sighs—he could easily win an Oscar for Best Actor.

Every time Ji Zuodao heard these words, he felt as if his conscience, which he shouldn't have had, was being roasted over a fire.

He knew the old dog was faking it, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots.

He gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "Dog Master, what are you saying? I'll get it for you right away."

Looking at his frustrated yet helpless expression, Doggy felt incredibly satisfied.

Its tail tip flicked happily, and a sly glint flashed in its narrowed eyes.

You little punk, trying to mess with me? You're still too green.

As time went on, Ji Zuodao's gaze towards Gouye changed.

In those eyes, there was a mixture of helplessness, frustration, and the struggle of wanting to hit someone but being unable to.

He began to suspect that the old dog was doing it on purpose.

Is he taking revenge on himself for forgetting about him?

The answer is obvious.

Doggy did it on purpose.

He was determined to get back everything he had missed—the care he had received over those few days, and the delicious meal of the demon king's flesh he had missed, with interest.

Ji Zuodao is quite tolerant.

I endured it for a full seven days.

For seven days, he worked tirelessly and always obliged to do what was asked, making Dog Master more comfortable than the emperor.

But human patience has its limits.

On the eighth day, the fuse was finally lit.