When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

You need to use your brain to get ahead in the world!

Now that all his underlings have run away, this idiot has lost his mind, why would he fight those old geezers to the death?!

Of course, of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best!

The sly, silly dog, riding on the dumb, idiotic giant dog, stealthily moved quickly through the mountains and forests, retreating rapidly as if a ghost were chasing them.

However, before the silly dog ​​could get very far with its mount, it was already too late.

A thick, pungent, and rotten smell swept in with the wind, and an old zombie with a full head of white hair suddenly appeared in front of the two dogs. Its face, which was almost as decayed as a dead tree, emitted a shrill howl, and its sharp claws viciously clawed at the incredulous, dumbfounded dog.

Other escape routes in the vicinity were instantly blocked by figures.

tear-

The silly dog's head was instantly smashed open, turning into a viscous, black liquid.

Bang!

The giant, idiotic dog beneath him suddenly exploded, turning into a pool of black liquid, mixed with a splatter of foul-smelling urine, which splashed onto the white-haired old zombie.

At such close range, even if it wanted to dodge, it wouldn't have had time.

The other old zombies and powerful evil spirits in the vicinity escaped unscathed because of the distance.

The white-haired old zombie, smelling the strong stench emanating from the body, instantly made its already ugly and disgusting face even more sinister and terrifying, and it trembled with rage.

Although this kind of petty trick is nothing, it's still disgusting!

That mad dog must die today!

.......

In a remote mountain forest, a newborn "little zombie" is hopping and skipping in a certain direction, moving quickly.

Unlike ordinary zombies that move slowly, this "little zombie" has legs that seem to be equipped with springs, allowing it to jump more than ten feet or even more than ten zhang at a time, making it incredibly fast.

If you didn't know better, you'd think a grasshopper had come to life!

However, upon closer inspection, one might notice what appears to be a dog's tail behind this zombie!

A new variety?!

Suddenly, the hopping "little zombie" stopped moving, and a strange look flashed in its dull eyes, as if it had sensed something.

So fast?

Its several "clones," which were specifically designed to confuse the enemy, suddenly lost contact!

It seems those old fogies are serious!

They must have mastered some kind of special search method.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to take down its several "clones" so quickly!

Luckily, I, the dog, am fast, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been caught by those old geezers and devoured alive.

That's right, this new breed of "zombie" is actually the silly dog ​​that turned into a zombie.

The two rhombus-shaped crystals not only gave the dog's fur the ability to create clones, but also gave the dog the ability to transform.

The reason it was able to escape alone from those old, undead zombies and flee frantically all the way to its death was because of this.

This ability to mimic changes is truly remarkable!

However, while this ability is powerful, it also consumes a considerable amount of energy.

Even the clones it creates will continuously consume its physical strength and energy.

These days, continuously creating multiple clones to confuse those old fogies behind them is already the limit.

If you want more changes, then you can't do it!

Otherwise, the dog wouldn't need to recruit a large group of puppies as his subordinates.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to simply pluck all the fur off a body and create a whole bunch of "hellhounds"?

If there were thousands of "Hellhound" clones, even a stupid dog would dare to attack the zombie race head-on without flinching.

A hint of seriousness appeared on the "little zombie's" ugly-cute face, and a sense of urgency appeared in its eyes. It also jumped around a little faster.

With the successive deaths of his clones, the silly dog ​​realized that something was wrong and that he had to run away as soon as possible and find a safe place to hide for a while.

The current situation is not right, so we need to be patient for now and wait for the right opportunity to retaliate.

Back when its owner was around, who would dare to bully it like this!

"Waaaaah"

[Dog's voice: Master, come quick! I'm being bullied by a bunch of bad guys!]

Forty-eight hours, thirty-six minutes, and twenty-eight seconds have passed since we parted ways.

Master, I miss you.

Just as the silly dog ​​was reminiscing about the carefree and wonderful time he spent with Su Ming, his expression suddenly changed. His slightly "exaggerated" jumping around instantly became normal and relaxed, just like a newborn little zombie. He jumped around for half an hour but still hadn't gone more than two miles.

Above the forest, several terrifying figures suddenly flew past, stirring up a gust of wind that made the surrounding trees rustle.

They arrived so quickly?

Before the silly dog ​​could even catch his breath, the evil spirit moving rapidly ahead suddenly stopped, and the compass needle in its hand suddenly darted wildly, pointing straight at a bouncy "little zombie" behind it.

The cold gazes of the surrounding old zombies and powerful evil spirits instantly focused on the "little zombie".

not good!

It was discovered!

The "little zombie's" ugly-cute face changed, and with a somersault, it instantly transformed back into a big yellow dog, striding nimbly into the depths of the forest.

As the silly dog ​​ran away, it cursed and swore, giving a shout-out to the entire family of the evil spirit holding the compass behind it.

.......

Despite the dog's unparalleled running ability, it was helpless against a group of pursuers with built-in "location tracking".

In the end, the silly dog ​​was cornered by the pursuers at the bottom of a valley.

Boom!

Before a furtive dog could react, it was sent flying and crashed into a boulder, shattering it to pieces.

"roar!"

The thick-skinned, silly dog ​​rolled over, shook its head, and bared its teeth at the approaching creatures, letting out a low growl with a fierce expression.

It was now in a desperate situation with no way out.

Its fur was also bursting open little by little and gradually falling out, as it tried to transform back into the "Hellhound" form and fight the old men in front of it.

Looking at the mad dog in front of me, ready to "struggle to its death".

The three ancient zombies, whose strength was unfathomable, and several powerful evil spirits couldn't help but reveal ferocious smiles.

Even the strong stench of urine on their bodies was subconsciously ignored by them.

After all that effort, we finally managed to corner that mad dog!

In a little while, I'll have to peel its skin off!

Just as the atmosphere was beginning to freeze, a rustling sound suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of both sides.

click-

Suddenly, a door inscribed with "Strange Phantom" appeared out of thin air.