He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

"That's fine."

You will get what you want.

The candles in the Buddhist hall were completely extinguished.

Taigu's wrinkled old face was hidden in the darkness, and only the dark red liquid seeping from the evil Buddha statue was still dripping down.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the funeral service office in the old town street.

Yang Guang was sprawled out on the tattered sofa in the main room, sleeping soundly like a dead pig.

There was a smile on his lips that made you want to punch him.

I don't even know what I dreamt about.

He mumbled incoherently, "Don't fight... Line up... One at a time... Everyone gets some... Goose boxes... Oh, they're all mine..."

Er Lengzi lay sprawled on a corner of the sofa, its front paws resting on a cow bone that it had gnawed beyond recognition.

His nose twitched occasionally, and a glistening trail of drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.

One person and one dog.

Two puddles of saliva.

It's arguably the most disgusting sight in the old town at four in the morning.

however.

Just as Yang Guang was dreaming of the young women lining up to deliver his dowry, a thick cloud of black smoke was rapidly spreading along the ground on the old street outside the courtyard.

The way that thing moves is extremely strange.

The black smoke trailed along the base of the old street walls, precisely locking onto the direction of the Office for the Dispatching of the Dead.

As I was crossing the intersection, one of the streetlights suddenly exploded, with sparks flying down.

The plume of black smoke did not slow down at all, carrying a chilling airflow as it headed straight for the courtyard gate.

Just as the shadowy figure reached the door, the eyes of the two stone unicorns at the door simultaneously burst open with two balls of golden light!

Immediately afterwards!

Two golden phantoms leaped out of the stone statue.

Those were the spirits of two Qilin.

It was a whole size larger than the stone statue, its scales gleamed with a golden sheen, and its four hooves made no sound as they trod on the bluestone slabs.

But the oppressive aura emanating from them made the cloud of black smoke tremble.

The black smoke instinctively tried to shrink back.

But the two Qilins didn't give it that chance at all.

The one on the left pounced first, tearing off a large chunk of black mist in one bite, and swallowing it in a few gulps.

The one on the right was not to be outdone. It circled around to the side of the black smoke, slapped down with its paw, and tore off another chunk.

The black smoke emitted a sharp hiss.

It's gone mad.

No!

I'm talking about a damn evil Buddha!

Even though it's not local, it's still a heretical Buddha, okay?

Making a special trip like this could be fatal!

Are you two big dogs standing at the door guarding the house, or waiting for takeout?

I hadn't even had a chance to get inside before you guys tore me apart like a midnight snack?

This isn't a murder-for-hire ceremony, it's a food delivery!

The black smoke tried to escape.

But the two phantom Qilin held on tightly, tearing at the black smoke from the left and right, just like unpacking a package. In no time, they ripped it to shreds.

And at that very moment.

Inside the main room.

Er Lengzi's nose twitched suddenly.

The cow bone that it regarded as its lifeline slid off from under its front paws, and its head sprang up as if it had sprung up, its heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, widening to their maximum size in an instant.

This taste!

Er Lengzi's pupils dilated rapidly.

Stimulate!

So exciting!

Er Lengzi suddenly jumped up from the end of the sofa, and before he could even stand firmly on his four legs, he started rushing out.

The claws slid three times on the wooden floor, leaving a trail of harsh scratches.

Startled by the noise, Yang Guang rolled over, muttering something incoherently, but he didn't wake up and continued dreaming.

Er Lengzi had already darted into the yard.

Its four legs swung around like an electric fan, and its ears were blown backward by the wind.

But as it ran, it kept muttering to itself.

"No, no, no!"

"Those two big dogs outside, don't they steal all of my midnight snack!"

"Doggy isn't full yet!"

"You guys are always stealing my food, don't you have any professional ethics?"

"You're just gatekeepers!"

"The gatekeeper!"

"I'm not here to steal your food!"

Its two hind legs kicked even harder.

By the time Er Lengzi dashed out of the courtyard gate, the battle outside was already drawing to a close.

The once menacing wisp of black smoke has now been torn to shreds by the two phantom Qilin, leaving only a palm-sized lump that is now dodging back and forth between their two golden maws.

The scene was extremely tragic.

It's like the last piece of braised pork being pulled between two pairs of chopsticks.

When Er Lengzi saw this scene, his heterochromatic eyes instantly glowed red.

"You two, shut up, you dog!"

"Don't try to steal my food!"

Er Lengzi let out a short howl, and with a sudden burst of power from its four legs, the entire dog was lifted into the air.

The arc of that leap, the posture unfolding in the air—it was so graceful that it seemed impossible for a husky with an IQ hovering below zero to make such a move.

"Waaaaah..."

It emitted a fierce, protective growl.

This display of power stunned both of the illusory Qilin figures.

With fragments of black smoke dangling from their mouths, they turned their heads left and right, watching the black and white idiot dog pounce on them.

The red light emanating from those heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, coupled with a fierce expression that screamed "This is mine!"

Surprisingly, it did have a tiny bit of deterrent effect.

The two phantom Qilin looked at each other.

Forget it.

The guards at the gate don't bother arguing with mad dogs.

Two golden phantoms flickered, carrying with them fragments of residual black smoke, and slowly retreated back into the stone statue.

The golden light emanating from the stone unicorn also went out.

But that last wisp of black smoke wasn't so lucky.

The moment Er Lengzi landed, he opened his big mouth and grabbed the struggling black mist.

"Crack!"

I chewed it twice.

"Gulp."

I swallowed it.

The entire process takes no more than one and a half seconds.

Er Lengzi stood at the gate of the courtyard, smacking his lips and licking the remaining black smoke from the corners of his mouth clean with his tongue.

Then it began to savor the memory.

Ok.

It tastes good.

It's smooth on the palate, but leaves a slightly chilly sensation in the throat.

But the quantity is just too small!

Er Lengzi looked down at the ground.

Clean and tidy.

Not a single crumb was left.

It looked up at the two stone unicorns that had fallen silent again, its face full of resentment: "You two are really something."

"That was a huge chunk, and you two ate the lion's share, leaving me with just these scraps?"

"Have you no shame?"

"Dog Lord got nothing in return!"

Er Lengzi circled the doorway twice, sniffing around with his nose close to the ground.

Trying to find even the slightest bit of leftover residue.

They found nothing.

It plopped down on the threshold, tilted its head, and a hint of regret even showed in its clear yet foolish eyes.

"It's all because Dog-ye ate too fast."

Er Lengzi raised his front paw and scratched his forehead: "Let's start the debriefing. If we had left even a little bit behind..."

"Just a little bit is enough."

"If we follow the scent of this thing back, we'll find its true form, right?"

"How big must that be?"

"Dog can eat until he's stuffed!"