Flipping over the threshold and stumbling into the nearby patch of mottled weeds, Daju peered out with his round, rolling eyes, his ears tilted as he pondered how to sneak around. Then he saw a group of animals running not far away.
Most of these animals were dogs, interspersed with quite a few cats, rabbits, and even chicks and ducklings. Daju even spotted several round, fluffy amber-colored hamsters running swiftly. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were several light-yellow Syrian hamsters.
Thinking back to the army of dogs that once intercepted the Nan Gong team at the village entrance, Daju perked up his ears and solemnly sharpened his claws on the stones: "Why did so many animals suddenly appear in the Fishing Village? Is the Bi Luo Organization planning to infect them with the Hellcat virus to control them? This is unforgivable, woof!"
[Don't worry, at least for now, they haven't been infected.]
After observing for a moment, the Dog Toy brea
Outside the fishing village, about half a mile away, there was a slope where the villagers used to dump their garbage. Here, jagged rocks protruded, forming a deep crevice at the boundary, which might lead directly to the ocean or could just be a rock formation. Regardless, anyone who fell in had never been able to come back out, leaving the villagers ignorant of the answer.This place, near the seaside, had a pungent smell of fish permeating the air. Fish bones, fish heads, and rotting fish meat were everywhere. The crevice, which was practically a garbage dump, was even more nauseating. Even being dozens of meters away made people want to vomit.However, at this moment, the three members of the Beigong team hiding in the crevice had no mind to notice this disgusting smell."I have to go back! Kong Squad is still inside!" one of the members paced back and forth in the space less than three square meters created by their abilities, lowering his voice and roaring
While Claude walked to school with his backpack, and Hua sat in the infirmary receiving treatment, Daju sat on the cold, damp ground, discussing with Kong Xiuwen the strategy for leaving the fishing village."The spatial teleportation gate installed inside the stove was originally intended to connect directly to the Twenty-Eight Constellations branch, to facilitate monitoring the situation in the fishing village, and also to compensate for the previous one-way transmission gate's shortcomings," Kong Xiuwen, exhausted, wiped his sweaty hair and spoke hoarsely. "Fortunately, the teleportation gate was still incomplete. I made some temporary modifications and redirected the destination to a nearby cave not far from the fishing village."However, at that time, he was critically injured, cursed, and never thought he would live to see another sunrise. He had risked his last breath to escape into the teleportation channel, just to prevent the Bi Luo organization from getting
Inside the city, dusk settled deeply, and several streetlamps stood alongside the road, casting a bleak white light akin to the cool glow of the moon. The cold wind whistled through the alleys, provoking pitiful howls from stray dogs.Despite being a prosperous metropolis with the highest economic and cultural strength in the country, the nightlife of its citizens couldn’t compare to that of small towns and villages. After nightfall, every household shuts its doors and windows, rarely venturing out unless absolutely necessary. "They say Su Fang City is the gateway between our world and hell. Going out at night might expose you to demons crawling out of hell to claim lives," the girl walked down the road with a flashlight, tightly gripping her friend's arm, "so the locals here tend to go out and return early, avoiding the night altogether.""The rules at your hotel are truly odd," another girl remarked with a touch of disapproval while trying to comfort her friend, "But don't worry, we
"At 5:30 am, a shrill alarm clock woke the sleeping high school student. Claude groaned and turned over, reaching around the nightstand before remembering that he didn't have an alarm clock. "Dog toy? Stop singing, you're off-key," he grumbled, unable to reach the dog toy. Instead, he knocked on his own head and tried to shrink into the blankets. "Let me sleep for another five minutes; I'll get up soon." He tightened his arms, hugged the fluffy little dog, and buried his face in its soft belly. After a while, he suddenly realized something was wrong and opened his eyes abruptly, staring in horror at the dog that had appeared in his arms. "Where did this dog come from?!" Seeing him getting ready to get up, the dog toy stopped singing and cleared its throat, happily answering him. "This is the Chinese native breed dog body that I made out of the meat fragments you obtained yesterday. It will be your avatar as a Dog god messenger." Curiously, Claude reached out and touched the Chi
The spiritual power acquired from banishing the Hellcat proved more beneficial to Claude than he had anticipated. Despite adopting a new disguise every night and exploring the city, he managed to retain enough energy during the day to attend classes. He promptly caught up on the classes he had missed due to the distraction caused by the sudden emergence of dog ears and tails."Two senior studies are quite demanding," sighed Claude. "I haven't completed my homework yet.""Is that why you're battling while reciting textbooks?" the dog toy sarcastically jabbed.Claude sheepishly smiled, curled his fingers, and blocked the entire poem copied on paper. He leaned against the protective railing atop the building's roof, swinging his legs leisurely in the air."Only two Hellcats tonight, so I've got nothing to do at the moment. Though their numbers vary nightly, I'll wait until sunrise to complete my tasks. Who knows, new Hellcats might emerge after I return home. I'll have to rise from bed,
That night, Claude didn't have time to locate the hideout of the super-powered criminal gang; the group had already rushed out to find him. As he left the house after dealing with a hellcat, he heard the shrill cries of stray cats from a remote part of the suburbs.'It's not a Hellcat, it's a normal cat,' the dog toy stated firmly, sensing no Hell Gate presence.Though Claude initially hesitated, the cat's cries grew more desperate, urging him to investigate. He followed the sound, speculating, 'Maybe it accidentally fell into a ventilation shaft? I've read about similar incidents.'Upon jumping to a nearby roof, Claude witnessed a group surrounding a cat locked in an iron cage. They wielded electric batons, viciously attacking the defenseless animal while chatting and laughing callously.'Isn't it said that a cat can attract the dog demon? Why is there no movement yet?' one person scoffed, as the leader barked orders. 'Summon the demon dog! If not, download a cat's meow audio file! I
At midnight, a figure darted swiftly among the towering buildings. [Turn left and enter the fire escape of that building!] The dog toy barked eagerly in Claude’s mind, urging him to materialize and leap out to help.Claude remained composed, his tail firmly hooked onto the top of the telephone pole. In moments, he leaped to the nearby closed bakery, transforming into a small raccoon cat and stealthily hiding in the carriage of a tricycle selling snacks. Cross-legged, he observed the pursuing people, now turned around in confusion."Another group of super-powered beings," he murmured with a melancholic expression. "Had I known this, I might have joined the Twenty-Eight Constellations. At least then I’d be pursuing them."It had been nearly half a month since he rescued the child from the fire control. During this period, he encountered the fanatics of the super-power sect almost daily. While he managed most ti
Claude leaned on a makeshift crutch, determinedly hopping down the street. Despite the chilly spring air, his sweatshirt clung to his back. The pain in his leg was fierce, yet he found solace in the resilience of a stray dog he encountered."Seriously, on one leg, it can still bound several meters and land securely," Claude gestured grandly, his voice tinged with irony. "Don't mistake my current state for weakness-I could take on two hellhounds!""Now's the chance to see if you're just boasting," a voice in his head commented."Five pursuers, four of whom have superpowers, and one likely broadcasting your every move-is this the challenge you compare to two hellhounds?" Claude gasped, longing to turn back but forcing himself to ignore the urge. With his ears pricked, he tried to identify the pursuers' approach amidst the howling wind. He lurched to the side, as if overcome by fatigue, flinging his crutch at the oncoming f