"This shouldn't happen." Inside the office, the Liuhua Dog dashed around the wooden desk in circles. Unintentionally, he reverted to his original form, anxiously tugging on his ears and flicking his tail behind him. He spun so fast he became a blur, then abruptly stopped, letting out a heavy sigh.
"This shouldn't happen!"
"Before assuming anything about Fan Ruo, calm down. Quickly transform back into your PE teacher form. The office door is open; if someone comes in, we're in trouble," the dog toy said in a serious tone.
The main issue was how the members of the paranormal cult managed to perfectly impersonate Fan Ruo - his posture, appearance, body shape, and even his way of speaking. The paranormal world lacked complex potions, so achieving such similarity beyond training a puppet would involve violent methods, which suggested the real Fan Ruo might already be in grave danger.
"Even if Fan Ruo practiced writing with his right hand, his handwriting could
This particular incident remained the most humiliating experience the dog wished to forget forever. Claude, pondering on his multiple future aliases, regretfully tightened his grip, leaving two red marks on the original body's wrist. Consequently, Yan Anqing stared at him with intensified suspicion."What are you doing?" Qiao Liang rubbed his face, snapping back to reality from his daze. Observing Claude, who strikingly resembled a high school student, she furrowed her brow in surprise. "It's you. I recognize you. You used to live in your house before you disappeared, right?"During the initial days of the phenomenon of human disappearance in Su Fang City, Qiao Liang's surveillance skills weren't refined, often walking at night without evading observation. Even the Superpower cult learned of the suspicions surrounding Claude, assumed to be a cat demon, frequently visiting the dog, gathering detailed information from the 28 houses.By the second day of human disa
"Surprised?" The impostor Fan Ru continued to laugh. "When the 28 mansions tried to control hearts using their schemes, did they ever think they'd get caught? And they even gave you guys uniforms! They didn't expect that to backfire!"Claude looked up at the sky. He wanted to keep the fanatics busy on the rooftop, away from students. He casually asked the fake Fan Ru, "What's wrong with the uniform? It looks just like the others."The fake Fan Ru boasted about his superpower to notice every detail and claimed Claude's uniform was wrinkled. Claude thought about how he had stuffed the uniform in a bag to save time. This guy's attention to detail wasn't that great, and his reasoning was off.After a brief conversation, the elderly principal stopped shouting about the meeting and hid behind Claude. Qiao Liang also moved closer, warning Claude that these people seemed suspicious.Claude observed that the fake Fan Ru wasn't powerful or influential among the fan
Even though the infiltration mission at Aofangyi Middle School was no longer necessary, several members were recalled. The busyness of the Nangong team increased instead of decreasing. For nearly a week, Claude could only occasionally catch glimpses of Tang Aibai's hurried footsteps in the headquarters lobby, carrying the lingering smell of gunpowder.Claude was supposed to join the busy activities, but having just received the Golden Retriever Dog vest and with his midterm exams approaching, he found himself exhausted. Even in battle, he would occasionally freeze.Seeing Claude in such a state, Tang Aibai thought he was sick. After the guy insisted on patrolling and got his arm bitten off by a Hellcat, Tang Aibai forced him to take a break, ordering him to rest in the lounge for a few days before returning to duty.As a result, the Hellcats caught at night recently were all taken by the Nangong team in specially made cages, brought to the 28 constellations, and handed over to Claude
……What servant?Claude was a bit confused and didn't know how to respond. Instead, he stiffened his face, glanced lightly at the priest, and gave him a faint look.The priest, whose excitement had clouded his judgment, suddenly calmed down. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. He instinctively knelt on the ground, fearfully pressing his forehead against the cold floor.How could he presume to guess the thoughts of the god and even attempt to influence His actions? Fortunately, the dog god was merciful and did not hold him accountable. Otherwise, for such offensive behavior, being skinned, tongue-pulled, and thrown into a hellish oil pan would not be an exaggeration.Seeing the priest's fearful expression and realizing he should not have mentioned anything related to the god's servant, Claude breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that as long as he remained silent, wore a poker face, and gave the priest a meaningful look
Claude, who had been pondering how to inform the Twenty-Eight Constellations about his weaknesses, unexpectedly received new information during the night patrol. While the Southern Gong team was working together to deal with an evolved and strengthened Hellcat, Claude noticed a few hurried figures flash past a nearby corner. During nighttime patrols and battles, they habitually activated the spatial shielding device. Ordinary people without psychic abilities couldn't see their figures and were unable to enter the shielded area. Individuals behaving surreptitiously in such a daring manner were highly likely associated with a malicious psychic sect. Metal claws severed the Hellcat's head, and before witnessing it transform into black mist, Claude leaped backward. In the blink of an eye, he landed behind the cultists. A swift palm strike unleashed a formidable gust, catching the unaware psychic criminals off guard. Startled, they hurriedly fled backward. Grass a
Now that it has been confirmed that there will be an undercover agent from the Twenty-Eight Constellations participating in the return banquet, Golden Retriever is enthusiastically planning how to reveal his weaknesses."You can't be too obvious; it might raise suspicions about authenticity and could also give other psychic sects an opportunity to strike," he said, leaning his chin on one finger. "If we act before the Twenty-Eight Constellations make a move, we might inadvertently allow other sects to take the lead. That would be quite entertaining."Since the Twenty-Eight Constellations can infiltrate the Psychic Dog Sect, it's only natural that other psychic sects might attempt the same. Facing a group of mixed characters, Claude must use all his ingenuity to set up the expected situation.[But your weaknesses aren't real; you're just pretending for others to see.]The dog toy looked puzzled."Yeah, weaknesses are, of course, just an act," Claude
Undercover agent Claude, guided by the cues from his dog toy companion, immediately recognized the counterpart when the latter spoke. Claude was delighted as he pondered how to approach and have a private conversation with him. He couldn't believe his luck – what better reason to get close to someone than a shared love for dogs? The curious gaze from the canine deity and the envious glares from other fervent believers didn't faze the undercover agent, who maintained a respectful yet not obsequious demeanor.The undercover agent's lips curved slightly as he began, "I have two that I adopted from a kennel when they were just two months old. They're over four years old now. Additionally, I found five puppies on the streets near my home after their mother went missing on a rainy day about half a year ago."With a poised attitude, the undercover agent effortlessly deflected the resentment from those who initially harbored ill feelings towards him. Claude, expressing s
"So why is it chocolate?"Ignoring distractions, Lihua joined the Southern Palace team for the night patrol, leaving the Golden Retriever sitting in the study of the Supernatural Sect's mansion, pondering grumpily about where the mistake might have occurred. He couldn't understand why the undercover agent overlooked the obvious clue of the mirror and mistakenly considered chocolate as his weakness."Maybe because you happened to take a bite of chocolate at that moment?" suggested the playful dog toy."It doesn't matter. The result is the same. All twenty-eight constellations have learned about the Golden Retriever's weakness," said the dog toy cheerfully.The Golden Retriever widened his eyes. "Where's the similarity? One is a beautiful mythological setting, and the other just shows that I'm allergic to chocolate. It's a huge difference!"The dog toy rested its chin on its paws. "But dogs can't eat chocolate in the first place."They b