Chapter 105 Whose Dog Are You?

Many people like to ask:

What should I do if my dog always steals my snacks?

This is a relatively normal question, after all, most people dote on their dogs and don't think it's a big deal. Besides, it’s a basic operation for cats and dogs to steal some of their owner's snacks.

But if the question is: What should I do if my dog won't let me eat snacks? (1)

This is a very serious problem.

Of course,

What's more serious is that,

Ying Gou doesn't want to eat snacks, but he has already felt the gaze from the "dog" under Dizang.

Ultimately, whether in the past or now, Ying Gou has never been afraid of Bodhisattvas or the Yama Kings or attendants of Hell.

He rampaged through Hell twice and even gave the Bodhisattva a farmer's three punches,

So it's unrealistic to talk about fear or horror.

But right now,

With only nine peanuts,

Facing Di Ting's gaze projected from Hell,

He really couldn't cope.

Although the Late Night Bookstore is blessed with Lord Fūjūn's ghost-soldier certificate and the old Taoist's battery pack constructs luck,

If Di Ting is given clear coordinates,

No one dares to guarantee that those "concealments" will still be effective.

However,

Ying Gou is Ying Gou after all.

He originally intended to talk about Di Ting,

But after hearing Boss Zhou's irrelevant refusal to let him eat snacks,

He immediately grasped the crux of the problem.

"Presumptuous… You… Dare…"

Who is whose dog, anyway?

"There's only this much left. What if you finish it all at once today and there's nothing left to eat?"

"I… Want… To Eat…"

"I know, I know, don't worry. In this bookstore, everyone except you would die instantly if they ate it. But we have to save some to savor slowly. What if we need to use it as seeds in the future, and you eat them all, and we can't even find the seeds?"

Inside the bookstore,

Boss Zhou continued to educate the greedy, blockhead Ying Gou while drinking coffee.

Although there was no expression on his face and he didn't say anything,

In his heart,

A fierce argument was already raging.

Outside the bookstore,

Lawyer An and Feng Si looked up at the sky together.

They didn't know what was about to happen, but a sense of oppression and crisis had already arrived.

Lawyer An turned his head to look behind him first,

Feng Si immediately made the same action as Lawyer An,

They both looked at the boss inside the glass window behind them.

The boss was holding a cup, drinking coffee slowly and methodically,

Calm and composed.

A sense of security emerged in their hearts.

Lawyer An silently took out two more cigarettes and gave one to Feng Si.

When they looked up at the sky again,

They had a solid foundation in their hearts and were no longer flustered.

If they knew that the boss sitting inside didn't even know what was happening outside and was still busy arguing,

They would probably be scared into a heart attack.

The old Taoist carrying a broom ran back frantically.

It's raining, gotta go home and collect the clothes.

Then,

With a "plop,"

The old Taoist tripped over his feet, fell a somersault, and rolled around on the ground.

After sitting up,

The old Taoist reached out and stroked his knee,

Inhaling sharply.

…

In the pharmacy,

Qing had just put her hand down,

And slowly raised it again.

She saw that the teenager's eyes seemed to have changed color.

The left eye still held fear and trepidation, but the right eye showed a strange oppression and majesty!

"You… Where are you? Why… Can't I sense your location?"

The teenager suddenly asked.

The same timbre, but a completely different tone.

"I… I'm in a Taoist temple."

A look of suspicion appeared in Qing's eyes.

As a former head of special agents, she certainly knew what was happening. She originally thought that the vengeful ghost was the reliance of the red-belted young judge in front of her.

But she didn't expect that there was another extremely terrifying existence that had such a deep connection with this teenager.

At the same time,

Qing was also wondering,

Why,

Was he lying?

He could have told his real location. Even if he was killed by her, that terrifying existence could avenge him.

Ultimately,

The young judge was too low-key on weekdays. This was not surprising. His daily job was to serve Di Ting, which was no different from being a "Bi Ma Wen" (Keeper of Horses), and might even be worse. After all, the real Bi Ma Wen had a group of stable boys under his command, while he had always been alone.

He hadn't been in contact with other judges, but his circle was too narrow. It was normal that Qing didn't recognize him.

As for Di Ting, most people in Hell should be able to recognize him if they saw his true form, but it was difficult to identify his specific identity with only a wisp of consciousness descending.

"A Taoist temple, huh…"

"Yes, a Taoist temple."

The teenager knew that if he said it was a temple, he would inevitably be exposed. After all, whether it was Di Ting or the Bodhisattva above Di Ting, they were all considered to be of the same family as the Buddha.

Only by saying Taoist temple could he explain why Di Ting couldn't sense his specific location!

"Something happened?"

"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine." The teenager immediately answered himself.

Qing slowly stood up,

Rising from the teenager's body.

"Be… Careful…"

"Yes, yes, I know, I know. I will definitely cherish my little life. I still want to serve you for a few more centuries."

"Heh…"

With a chuckle,

The special brilliance in the teenager's right eye gradually faded,

Along with it, the dark cloud that had just gathered above the Late Night Bookstore was also slowly dissipating.

Just now it was clearly a scene of impending storm,

Now it was a picture of clear skies after the rain.

Lawyer An and Feng Si, still sitting on the curb, exchanged a look.

Feng Si smiled,

Lawyer An shrugged,

Meaning,

We didn't follow the wrong boss, did we?

Unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before him!

Everything,

Is under control!

…

The teenager covered his neck and rubbed it vigorously.

Qing stood beside him, staring at him.

"Don't look at me like that. I lied not to protect you."

If the situation here was exposed, then his previous crime of "failure to report" would be established.

So, the teenager lied ultimately to protect himself.

Outsiders often think that Di Ting knows everything, but only the teenager who spends day and night with Di Ting knows that, to some extent, Di Ting can indeed know most of the things it wants to know, but the prerequisite is that it is willing to know about it.

His safety, to Di Ting, is nothing more than a bit of trouble to find another bath attendant that it is used to. Or maybe it feels that someone daring to attack him in the mortal world damages its Di Ting's face, hence the question, but that's all.

"Who exactly are you?"

Qing asked.

The teenager rolled his eyes at Qing,

And took out a red belt from his sleeve.

The red belt was imprinted with patterns of rare birds, definitely a very exquisite work of art, but in Hell, this red belt represents more than just a work of art.

Anything, once stained with the taste of power, will immediately become dazzling and radiant.

"I know you're a Red-Belt, but I want to know, who exactly are you!"

Qing had seen impressive constables.

The constable who "humbly flattered" her in Yangzhou in the beginning, eventually perfectly completed the transformation of "playing the pig to eat the tiger,"

And even turned the tables to the point where even if she were to be his dog, he wouldn't be very willing.

But Qing had also seen many Red-Belt judges, but none of them were as—filthy rich—as the one in front of her.

"I live in the Ten Thousand Yin Mountains."

The Ten Thousand Yin Mountains is a forbidden area, because the divine beast under the Bodhisattva's seat lives there. Except for the Ten Kings of Hell, no one else can enter without permission.

Unless…

"Are you the judge who serves Di Ting?"

The teenager didn't feel any shame and directly nodded to confirm his identity.

"So, that terrifying consciousness just now was Di Ting?"

"Yes."

The teenager continued to nod.

Qing's breathing became rapid again,

A sense of shame and annoyance washed over her.

She wanted revenge, desperately wanted revenge, but it was absurd that when the consciousness of her enemy descended and revealed itself, she instinctively retreated in fear.

She once thought she was very strong, but in reality, what was the difference between her and those who had knelt at her feet and begged for mercy?

Just then,

The door of the ward was pushed open.

The one who came in was the old Taoist.

The area where the old Taoist's robe had been torn due to the fall had just been disinfected and bandaged by Fang Fang.

When she saw the old Taoist,

Besides "respect and love," a sense of "reliance" unconsciously appeared in Qing's eyes.

After all, they had spent a year together,

And after the "intimidation" just now,

Qing subconsciously placed her hopes for revenge in the future on the old Taoist.

Perhaps,

In this world,

Only the old man in front of her,

Would have a chance to help her get revenge.

The old Taoist had come to the pharmacy to bandage his wound and get medicine, and he came in to see the patients in the ward along the way. He had been following the boss's instructions from a year ago, and he had to come to the ward every day to see these patients and bring them the warmth and belonging of "home."

But just as he took a few steps inside, the wound on his knee split open again, and the pain made the old Taoist grit his teeth. But for the sake of face, the old Taoist didn't cry out, but endured it until his face became somewhat distorted.

At the same time,

He hated himself for being so old and having such a serious illness.

He started to panic over such a trivial matter.

Wasn't it just collecting clothes? If the clothes got wet, he could wash them again. Why did he have to panic and run back, only to fall and suffer?

As he thought about it,

The old Taoist slapped the wall with his hand,

And said with a distorted face and hatred:

"Why did I run so fast!"

In the ward,

After hearing the old Taoist's words,

Qing bit her lip,

And looked at the old Taoist with intense admiration and longing!

She even felt a little regret,

Regretting that the consciousness of that Di Ting had run too fast,

Failing to allow Lord Fūjūn to seize the opportunity to directly capture it!

Look,

Lord Fūjūn is also feeling remorse!