Chapter 1133

"What... long time no see..."

When the Water Bottle Director left the Slaughter King Association meeting, Li Ang, who was stepped on by an old acquaintance... an old familiar dog, also struggled to say his farewells.

"I thought about it, but I still won't disturb your gatekeeping..."

Looking at the three dog heads the size of a round dining table above, feeling the death breath blowing toward him, Li Ang, whose scalp went numb, couldn't help but grin and discuss:

"You also know, it's still work hours at the Cleanup Bureau now; if I skip work without reason, the bureau chief will definitely have objections, so can you let me..."

"No."

Before Li Ang could finish speaking, the Dog God immediately refused his request without hesitation, then sneered:

"According to the rules of the Death Realm, once you enter, you belong to me! Also, don't think you can suppress me with Blood Dispatch Princess—though I really can't afford to provoke her, she also wouldn't dare really move against me.

Don't look at me as just the gatekeeper dog of the Death Realm, but if I weren't here, not only would followers of the soul-stealing evil god be able to come and go freely, but also a large number of the dead would return full of resentment, throwing the entire living world into chaos—even if she is the Yellow Path Bureau Chief of the Cleanup Bureau, she couldn't accept such consequences!"

"Ah, right, right, that's the reasoning."

Life and death in human hands... in the dog's mouth, Li Ang naturally wouldn't act tough at this moment, agreeing with the Dog God by nodding, and in his soul state, Li Ang could only try to persuade:

"Although you're not afraid of her, there's no need to provoke her, right?

I and that woman over there merely had our souls ambushed and separated, mistakenly entering the Death Realm; coincidentally, your duty is to guard the gate, blocking those who shouldn't enter the Death Realm from going in, so... why not let us go back?"

"Hmm, she indeed entered by mistake, she can go back."

After looking at the female journalist's soul, the three-headed Dog God nodded, then split open his big mouth, revealing interlocking sharp dog teeth, and said with a silly grin:

"But you can't leave; you have to stay and fool around nicely in my belly~"

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that you originally belong to the Death Realm."

While saying this, the three-headed Dog God lifted his huge dog head, gesturing for Li Ang to look at the sky above his head.

"The death crows of normal living people should all be perched in the 【Death Crow Nest】 near the entrance; as soon as a soul enters the Death Realm, its death crow wakes up and guides it toward the depths of the Death Realm."

After explaining this "Death Realm Common Sense," seeing Li Ang's somewhat tense expression, the three-headed Dog God opened his three dog mouths, smirking strangely:

"The Death Realm is a place that values rules; all living souls' heads must have death crows circling, no one can avoid it, with only two exceptions.

One is if this person has already successfully crossed the boundary and become a first-tier true god existence—then his death crow would have flown away early; the other is... that he has already died long ago, only to have escaped from the Death Realm!"

"Uh..."

Regarding his soul being a "black household," Li Ang knew this all too well; seeing the three-headed Dog God's mouths opening wider and wider, getting closer and closer, pressed down by dog paws, unable to move at all, Li Ang could only struggle to argue:

"You say, is it possible... that I'm actually a true god?"

"Hehe~"

Amused by Li Ang's words, the three-headed Dog God laughed hehe twice, then black, white, and gray tongues stretched out from his three dog mouths, each licking Li Ang hard, saliva dripping down like it was free.

"You're truly an interesting soul; after eating you, the taste would probably be similar to weird-flavored beans; I now want to taste you even more."

You damn well really aren't picky about food...

After hearing the three-headed Dog God's words, Li Ang, drenched in saliva, couldn't help but shiver violently—not from fear of being eaten by the dog, but purely from being frozen. Though the three-headed Dog God's saliva was clear and transparent, with no suspicious-colored strange colloids, it carried an extremely heavy death aura, freezing Li Ang's soul nearly stiff.

"This... isn't too good?"

After watching the saliva drip down like a small stream, and then seeing the huge dog mouth gradually approach again, the failed negotiator Li Ang could only pray for the bureau chief to notice something wrong while stalling for time:

"Weird-flavored beans... count as snacks... eating this is bad for the body; why not... you eat something else instead, and let me go to the depths of the Death Realm, okay?

And you also said, the Death Realm is a place that values... uh... values rules, so by the rules, you should let me continue... continue going in, rather than directly eating me."

"Tsk, why do you have so much to say?"

Seeing Li Ang shivering but still stubbornly refusing to yield, the three-headed Dog God couldn't help but click his tongue, then said discontentedly:

"My duty is to guard the gate, keep things that shouldn't enter the Death Realm out, and also keep souls that belong in the Death Realm from leaving; you, this escaped soul, are the greatest violation of my duty—by the rules, I should just eat you!

Besides, I'm responsible for guarding the Death Realm's entrance; normally I can't leave my post, but as compensation, when I'm hungry, I also have the right to eat any soul I take a fancy to—this is the Death Realm's rule; today I eat you, and no one can say anything!"

"..."

Damn, this time I'm really probably done for.

Seeing that no matter what I say, the three-headed Dog God is single-mindedly wanting to "taste the flavor," Li Ang only hates that he came as a soul, not a physical body—he can't just drop a turd straight into its dog mouth to let it taste the flavor properly.

"Fine! Rules, right!"

Realizing he probably couldn't escape today's calamity, Li Ang could only silently curse the Water Bottle old thief in his heart while glaring at the three-headed Dog God preparing to feast, gritting his teeth and snarling:

"I've memorized your rules! This time it's my bad luck! But when you eat me, remember to crush me well—if even a fingernail-sized bone fragment remains, I'll slash through your dog intestines!"

"Hehe, listening to you!"

After the three dog heads nodded in unison, the long-impatient three-headed Dog God opened his interlocking-toothed giant mouth and sucked hard at Li Ang, who was stepped on by dog paws.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Li Ang's soul flickered slightly, about to be "sucked" into the three-headed Dog God, a hand emitting white fluorescence suddenly lunged over, grabbing Li Ang's floating soul.

???

Facing the astonished gazes of one person and one dog, the female journalist with a blood-red deer antler mark on her forehead grabbed Li Ang's soul's arm, swaying as she stood up.

After pulling Li Ang back with force, her soul torn by the deer antler mark, looking as if it might scatter at any moment, she actually panted and pleaded:

"Your Excellency Angexī, if you want to eat, you can eat me—I'm willing to switch with him!"

(End of Chapter)