Chapter 1 The Father and Daughter

Zhang Yue and his daughter were eating at home.

In the residential complex across from them, several members of the Special Operations Team were eating boxed lunches.

The situation of the family across the way, and especially Zhang Yue's movements, were under their observation.

According to their experience, Zhang Yue's situation undoubtedly had hidden secrets and problems.

But even at this point, the demon-seeking compass still showed no change, and the methods for detecting ghosts and monsters had not found anything unusual on Zhang Yue. One of the members looked at Zhang Yue's face and actions with binoculars, recording a series of data.

Starting three days ago, Zhang Yue's appearance seemed to have changed slightly.

His teeth had become sharper, like those of a canine or feline predator.

The pupils of his eyes were turning red, and his complexion was gradually becoming pale and white.

However, according to the comparison, it was still within the range of possible normal human pathological changes, not yet reaching the level of demonification. But this also made the members of the Special Operations Team more vigilant. After applying, the higher-ups allowed them to conduct further monitoring of Zhang Yue.

Xuan Yi, who was in charge of this matter, recorded all the characteristics.

Pale face, sharp teeth, sparse eyebrows, red eyes, increased appetite...

He felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

At this time, according to experience, it would have been more prudent to choose to observe the changes from a distance, so as not to alert the enemy by gathering too many people, and not to bring any danger to themselves. However, when Xuan Yi saw the pale-faced girl, he thought of his experience in Da Zhen Village at that time, and of Dong Yu, who was only a few steps away from him.

If he had been a little more proactive at the time, Dong Yu's ending might have been completely different.

Endless self-blame had been tormenting him during this period.

Even reciting the scriptures and precious admonitions for calming the mind every night could not calm his heart.

Xuan Yi closed his eyes, put down the record in his hand, and decided to further track this suddenly popular mukbang streamer tomorrow.

He could no longer allow innocent people to be harmed in front of his eyes.

He had to be worthy of the police uniform he was wearing.

If he was afraid of death, he wouldn't have come down the mountain that year.

The next morning.

Xuan Yi, dressed in black casual clothes, had already gotten into the car early and was hiding near the kindergarten.

Every morning between eight and eight thirty, Zhang Yue would take his daughter to kindergarten.

Then, he would go to the nearby convenience market to buy ingredients for today's mukbang.

Xuan Yi, munching on a fried dough stick, drove a white van, following Zhang Yue's car slowly. Then, three minutes after Zhang Yue entered the market, he also parked his car and walked in, like an ordinary resident coming to buy materials.

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Zhang Yue bought some vegetables and some ordinary seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.

Then he bought a lot of meat, filling the back of the car to the brim.

After that, he skillfully found the thin old man who was setting up a stall.

There were still not many people visiting the old man's stall, as if only Zhang Yue had discovered this magical place. This time, he was different from before. He spent a lot of money to buy all the seasonings on the old man's stall.

The old man looked at Zhang Yue's eyes and teeth and said:

"It seems that you have eaten a lot of things recently. I am very curious, why are you eating so desperately? Don't you want your body anymore? You eat more than a tiger alone. Sooner or later, your body will be ruined."

Zhang Yue squatted in front of the stall, lit a cigarette, and said in a muffled voice:

"There's no way, my daughter's illness is very serious, and a lot of money is needed to keep her alive."

"My wife ran away, I can't just leave my child alone..."

"You have to raise them once they are born."

The old man nodded slowly and said, "That's true... but I have always done business based on mutual consent. I promised someone that things should be fair. You bought my things, so I have to advise you a little. You can't eat too much of this stuff. Eating too much is harmful to your body, you know?"

Zhang Yue smiled and did not answer. He put the bag he was carrying on the old man's stall. The thin old man glanced at the bag, opened it, and saw that it was full of large-denomination banknotes issued this year. He shook his head and said:

"You gave too much."

Zhang Yue put out the cigarette, stood up and said, "Consider it my thanks to you. Without your appetizer seasonings, I wouldn't be where I am today. People should always be grateful."

The old man still shook his head and said, "No, I have always been fair in business."

Seeing that the old man was unwilling to accept it, Zhang Yue thought for a while and said, "Then consider it me buying your goods. What else do you have? I'll buy it all."

The old man then accepted it, stared at Zhang Yue, and said slowly:

"I raise a lot of sheep at home."

"If you want one, I can give you one, but your money is not enough. Consider it a deposit."

The money inside was more than enough to buy a sheep, but Zhang Yue still nodded readily and said:

"Okay, I just need a sheep recently, a whole sheep. Where are your sheep, old man? Shall we go get it now?"

The old man shook his head and said, "You can come get it tomorrow."

"My sheep are not like those ordinary meat sheep, kept in small places. My sheep are free-range on my own open space, so I have to prepare in advance. But don't worry, these free-range sheep eat good things like delicacies, so the meat is tender and delicious, definitely better than any mutton you have ever eaten."

Zhang Yue's appetite had increased greatly during this period, almost like he had become a different person.

Hearing the old man's description, he felt saliva secreting rapidly in his mouth, wishing he could eat the mutton right now. After agreeing on the time and place with the old man, he left.

Xuan Yi stared at Zhang Yue intently.

He saw him lower his head, sometimes smiling, sometimes sighing, as if he was talking to someone.

But there was no one in front of him. The people around him were as if they couldn't see Zhang Yue, but in this situation, they could naturally avoid Zhang Yue's position. It was extremely strange. Then Xuan Yi saw Zhang Yue stand up again, with more things in his hand, naturally blending into the crowd. The surrounding pedestrians and vendors were all normal.

Xuan Yi felt a chill in his heart.

Zhang Yue definitely had a problem! And a big problem!

He finally found evidence!

He had to report it immediately.

He took out the encrypted mobile phone, and suddenly a question popped up in his mind. So many people around were coming and going, but none of them could see Zhang Yue's conversation with that strange existence. Why could he see it? The people who had just passed behind him hadn't noticed anything unusual. He was closer and could discover it. Why?

He felt a chill in his heart, afraid to think too much, and turned around to leave.

When he turned his head, he was startled.

He saw a thin old man standing quietly behind him, as if he had been standing there for a while.

"Not bad."

Xuan Yi heard this evaluation last.

He instinctively pressed the quick send button, and the video he took along the way was instantly sent out.

Then Xuan Yi completely lost consciousness.

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A tall young man fell to the ground. The surrounding traffic was not low, but no one noticed anything wrong.

The thin old man took out a piece of white sheepskin from somewhere, wrapped the Special Operations Team member from the Wei Ming Sect in it, and hugged him up. Visibly, Xuan Yi's body merged with the sheepskin. Fine white hairs grew on his face. His originally strong body shrunk abruptly. The five fingers of his hand closed together, turning into a fist, and then the fist turned into a hoof.

The old man barely lifted the unconscious sheep and put it on the electric tricycle.

Several enthusiastic young people next to him helped him.

The old man thanked them politely.

Then, like an old farmer going to the market, he mingled into the crowd.

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He didn't know how long had passed, but Xuan Yi slowly regained consciousness.

No, Zhang Yue, there was a problem with Zhang Yue!

He woke up immediately, and then found himself lying on a pile of smelly hay, the sunlight dazzling.

The old man he saw last was smoking a pipe and looking at him. Next to him was Zhang Yue. Xuan Yi exclaimed in anger, but only made a bleating sound. This made his scalp tingle. He lowered his head and saw that his hands had turned into hooves covered with white hair. The old man knocked the pipe, and said slowly:

"What do you think of this one?"

Zhang Yue looked at him seriously, then nodded slowly, swallowing hard, and said:

"Good, good..."

"What a good sheep, what a good mutton!"