My lord, spare his life!

Save the tiger! Save the tiger! Save the tiger! Save the tiger!

Du Fang saw that Zhang Dami's tiger head showed obvious anxiety and fear, its scarlet tiger eyes almost brimming with tears of grievance, helplessly radiating an urgent cry for help. It clearly retracted its paws, lowered its shoulders, and tried to pull its head back into its body.

Unfortunately, that soul-summoning voice grew ever closer.

"Zhang-Dami-Mi-"

The woman's voice wasn't deliberately lowered, but every word Zhang Yang uttered made the giant tiger tremble violently, its tail tucked tightly between its legs. Du Fang suspected it might kneel down and beg for mercy at any moment, but due to certain conditions, it had no choice but to maintain its current posture.

what--

Du Fang lowered his gaze.

Sure enough, they saw a huge tiger claw lightly touching the ground, not fully landing. Upon closer inspection, it seemed its claw was protecting something. Du Fangchong, who had rushed over, greeted Zhang Yang with a fist and palm salute before leaping into the temporary prefectural government building that had been ravaged by Zhang Dami.

Sure enough, beneath Zhang Dami's tiger claws lay chickens and ducks lying haphazardly, their fates unknown. While remaining wary of the giant, striped tiger above, ready to strike suddenly, he carefully inspected the chickens and ducks. Some were smashed to pieces, some were buried alive in cracked pits, and some had clearly died from the oppressive force of some aura, their livers and gallbladders ruptured… Alas, so few survived.

Du Fang quickly figured out what was going on.

They also guessed the root of Zhang Dami's fear.

He knew that Lord Zhang had appointed Zhang Dami as the chicken/duck feeder, and that Zhang Dami had even hatched the first batch of chicks and ducklings using her warm belly. Lord Zhang valued the chicken and duck breeding plan extremely highly, and Zhang Dami's poor management led to the death of a batch of mature, egg-laying chickens and ducks. What was this equivalent to? It was equivalent to a general who made a pledge but failed to fulfill it.

How could the Prefect not make a decision?

Zhang Dami is probably afraid because she knows this.

Just then, a basin of salt water was poured over his head.

Du Fang nimbly dodged, barely managing to avoid it. Just as he regained his footing, several more basins of salty water splashed down on him. Looking up, he saw Zhang Dami sobbing uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, utterly shocked!

He had dealt with the Star Beasts before.

They generally possess near-human intelligence, are mostly unruly and difficult to subdue, let alone so timid. This star beast before them is a mountain lord, the king of beasts; even before transforming, it could take on a dozen burly men, and a single antler descending the mountain could wreak havoc on an entire village. After transforming, it will only become stronger and more arrogant. And now it's so afraid?

To be honest, Du Fang's heart softened at Zhang Yang's crying. However, he hadn't interacted with Zhang Yang much and wasn't sure if he could even speak to her. He feared that interfering too soon in her handling of the star beasts might backfire. Thinking of this, he looked around, and his eyes suddenly lit up when they landed on a certain spot.

"Zhang Dami?"

Zhang Yang was stunned when she saw the enormous mountain of flesh. If it weren't for the name Zhang Dami on the summit, she wouldn't have recognized it at all.

She posed a soul-searching question.

"How did you manage to grow so big?"

With that physique, how big must Zhang Dami's tiger skin be?

Zhang Dami let out a series of rapid whimpering sounds. Hu Zi was so anxious that he almost spoke, trying to explain that it wasn't him who did it. He had just eaten some meat and vegetables that the young man in mourning had fed him, and soon he felt hot all over and his breathing became erratic.

Ferocity breaks free from the prison of reason.

The strange and fierce heat almost burned the muscles and bones to ashes.

There's something I desperately need an outlet for!

Destroy it!

Destroy everything you see!

Zhang Dami roared to the sky, raising its paw to strike, but its scarlet tiger eyes saw the scattered chicken and duck carcasses at its feet. For some reason, it suddenly shivered, reason instantly taking over. What followed was intense panic and fear.

Oh no, oh no, oh no—

All that remained in my mind was the thought that the tiger was doomed.

It looked at the situation in front of it blankly, wondering whether it should find someone to frame it, or restore itself to its original appearance, run away and pretend that nothing happened, and then pretend to be ignorant and innocent when Yama came looking for it. But then Yama arrived.

The more I think about it, the more heartbroken and aggrieved I feel.

The more I thought about it, the more tears welled up like a burst dam.

The sight of the giant, striped tiger shedding tears is usually a pitiful and endearing scene, enough to soften even a tough guy like Du Fang, let alone others. But Zhang Yang was currently suffering from a combination of poisons, and the [Superior Antidote Pill] hadn't fully taken effect yet. What she saw was a mountain of flesh gushing out thick, yellowish-brown pus...

Zhang Yang: "Can you please stop pooping?"

Although I can't smell it, it looks really stinky.

Why would game designers still include a function like pooping?

Zhang Dami cried even more aggrievedly, her shoulders trembling.

At this moment, a green slime jumped up the still intact courtyard wall from below with a bouncy motion. Its two gel-like arms came together, holding a bundle of things called "Zhang Dami's Chickens" and "Zhang Dami's Ducks".

The chickens and ducks made weak noises.

Green-named Slime: "My lord, in my opinion, Mimi was most likely tricked by the enemy and did not intentionally damage the chickens and ducks she was raising."

Upon hearing the reminder, Zhang Dami suddenly remembered something.

It used its sharp claws to dig at the soil below, digging and digging.

They dug out a young man covered in blood and mud. Wasn't this the same young man in mourning clothes who had fed Zhang Dami? Zhang Dami tried to push the young man, whose chest was still rising and falling slightly, towards Zhang Yang, howling and whimpering. Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't react, it became so anxious that it stood up on its hind legs, the whole tiger standing upright, gesturing wildly with its two front paws.

"Woo-woo-woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo—"

It was this treacherous person who did this and that, and then it did this and that. The tiger was innocent!

Du Fang was surprised by Zhang Dami's performance and intelligence, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "My lord, in my opinion, Mimi is trying to say that it ate the food this person gave it, which caused it to lose control and become ferocious, inadvertently harming many chickens and ducks. It wasn't intentional!"

Zhang Yang stared expressionlessly at the mountain of flesh that had sprung up on the spot, covering his eyes with one hand: "Don't move, you're really ugly."

Seriously, it's so ugly!

It was even more disgusting than the most disgusting Mother Nest BOSS Zhang Yang had ever encountered.

Zhang Dami: "..."

Suddenly, its tears flowed even more profusely. Zhang Yang, unable to bear it any longer, nearly crushed the gold brick, and threatened coldly, "If you shit again—I'll kill you! Control your asshole!"

Zhang Dami: "..."

Du Fang noticed that Zhang Yang's complexion was different from usual.

The magistrate he always saw appeared healthy and vibrant, her brow relaxed, as if nothing in the world could trouble her. But the magistrate before him was deathly pale, her lips slightly bluish, and her eyes bloodshot. Clearly, these were signs of severe poisoning!

"Has the Prefect been poisoned?"

"Hmm, but it's not a big problem." She took out a [Superior Antidote Pill] and put it in her mouth. "Mixed poisons are more troublesome."

She hesitated for a moment, then waved to Zhang Dami.

Zhang Dami shrank back and hid.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang frowned in displeasure. Zhang Dami's fur stood on end, and he suddenly leaned his head in—a quick death would save him from suffering. The expected excruciating pain didn't come; instead, there was only the wind of death.

Then came a crisp slap, neither too hard nor too soft.

Zhang Yang: "Revert to the original state!"

Zhang Dami felt a chilling sensation surge into its brain from the spot where it had been struck, spreading throughout its body along its spine. Unlike the scorching heat of the previous attack, this chill was now forcefully cleaving through the lingering burning pain between its skin and flesh, then coursing through its veins into every part of its body. Its fur suddenly bristled, each hair shaking violently as if it were trembling.

It was both painful and pleasurable.

Just as he was about to roar to the sky, he was slapped in the face again.

The King of Hell said, "Shut up, don't make a sound."

Zhang Dami was startled, suddenly choked, and coughed incessantly. Fortunately, the scarlet in the tiger's eyes was fading at an extremely fast speed, and its body was shrinking little by little until it finally returned to its normal state.

It couldn't help but whimper, its limbs went limp, and it collapsed to the ground.

Great, the tiger's life has been saved.

Zhang Dami: "???"

Zhang Yang looked at the yellowish-brown lump of flesh, or rather, the lump of excrement on the ground, and turned away in disgust: "I'll settle this with you properly when we get back!"

As Zhang Dami returned to its normal size, Zhang Yang saw the gray area it had concealed: the ground was covered with countless dead chickens and ducks. Zhang Yang was furious. These chickens and ducks were crucial to the future survival and nutrition of Tianyue's offspring! She had only a limited number of eggs and duck eggs in her backpack, and she was finally getting her first batch ready to breed. Was this how Zhang Dami was going to treat her task so carelessly?

Zhang Yang turned to leave.

Before the heel left the ground, the ankle was gripped by a force.

Zhang Yang looked down indifferently.

A twisted creature, resembling a pool of mud, lay on the ground.

The names above the creatures' heads remained scarlet as ever.

It seemed as if the mouth was opening and closing, inhaling and exhaling, emitting a series of indistinct, unintelligible sounds. The young man in mourning clothes, never expecting to be alive, felt a surge of will to survive overwhelm his rapidly deteriorating physical condition the moment he was brought back to life by Du Fang. A fire blazed in his chest, infusing his limbs with vitality. He tried desperately to call for help, but no one paid him any attention.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to leave, he tried his best to grab him.

"Help, help me—"

He only realized the truth when he was on the verge of death.

What family feud could be more precious than his life? If his blood relatives truly had spirits in heaven, they wouldn't want him to die in vain, but rather for him to live well and continue the bloodline of their clan. Only when he lives can their lineage not be severed. Zhang Boyuan was quite fond of his appearance, and perhaps one day he could have her bear his bloodline, and thinking further ahead, perhaps he could even take her place.

Yes, he wants to live!

He has to survive!

"My lord, save me—I—"

He could clearly see the ripples on Zhang Yang's face.

Just as he was about to rejoice, he saw the other person kick him away, right next to Zhang Dami. He was already seriously injured, and this kick left him barely alive. With difficulty, he opened his bloodied and mangled eyelids, and a tiger's face loomed large before him.

Then came the gaping maw, a blood-red maw.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, struggling to catch his breath.

Zhang Dami naturally didn't eat him, because Yama had already forbidden humans from appearing on its menu. It only wanted to scare the person who framed it, but it didn't expect the other party to be so easily frightened. Looking at the person who was barely breathing, Zhang Dami raised its tiger paw and slapped down.

Yama, the King of Hell, has gone far away, but Du Fang has not.

Zhang Dami twitched his beard, tilted his head and glanced at him, his tiger-like eyes filled with a terrifying threat, as if to say—you, don't go around tattling!

Seeing this, Du Fang wisely left, leaving the space open.

Looking at the once familiar courtyard now a chaotic mess, Zhang Dami sighed in a human-like manner, listlessly taking heavy steps, occasionally nudging the rubble to try and find any surviving chickens or ducks. Each surviving duck meant less suffering for it.

Frustrated, Zhang Yang took another top-grade antidote pill.

What she saw was even more outrageous.

Flying houses, tables and chairs scattered about, bricks floating from the ground to the sky, the sun in the sky turning into a giant meat pie, and countless tiny figures shedding dandruff playing hide-and-seek. And that's not all; there's also a bunch of bouncy slimes and pale green goblins chasing each other, laughing and cursing.

Zhang Yang covered his eyes.

She couldn't tell them apart; she really couldn't tell them apart anymore.

Especially now, she noticed a detail that made her uneasy—she couldn't see the names above the slime goblins' heads anymore, she couldn't see the names, the colors of the names, or even the health bars.

This means that she cannot use the red names to determine which are enemies and which are her adopted children of the Heavenly Moon.

Zhang Yang did not have a penchant for indiscriminately killing green-named and yellow-named NPCs.

Well, teasing doesn't count.

The children of Tianyue that she had adopted were mostly green-named, and each of them had a very high level of affection for her. Zhang Yang knew that they were just a string of data, and the so-called feelings were nothing more than an illusion created by the flow of data, but these NPCs were already within her scope of not killing.

Can--

There are even enemies with red names inside.

She can't tell at all now, she can't see it!

The moment this thought crossed her mind, she felt an extremely sharp pain deep in her head, as if a needle was drilling from the inside out, threatening to pierce her skull and scalp. Zhang Yang was pale with pain, but her mind was preoccupied with her health bar.

By the way, her health bar hasn't gone down completely, has it?

She leaned against the wall, frowning to ease the excruciating pain.

In a flash, a gust of wind carrying murderous intent swept across the back of her neck. Zhang Yang acted faster than she could think, snapping the slime's neck first. She looked at the slime she was holding by the neck with one hand, and subconsciously glanced at its empty head.

This slime...

She shouldn't have killed the wrong person, right?

Zhang Yang tossed the body aside and staggered a couple of steps.

She discovered that this mixed poison not only affected the world she saw, but also gradually affected her senses in her hands and feet. The ground beneath her feet was becoming undulating, as if countless mouths and hands were reaching out from the ground, trying to drag her in little by little. Zhang Yang broke out in a cold sweat. Her usually dull mind, shrouded in a thin veil, was now vaguely cracked open.

A cool breeze blew into the depths of my mind through the opening.

It was cool, but very comfortable.

Even the words that I couldn't remember before became vivid and clear, and I even wondered why I couldn't remember them before.

However, this process did not last long.

She sensed another slime approaching her.

Zhang Yang lazily lifted his eyelids.

"Attack if they are enemies, get out of the way if they are not."

The slime sighed, "What if they were traveling with me?"

Then, another slime hopped over with a "DuangDuangDuang!" sound: "My lord, the rebels have all been captured."

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