Down the mountain, everyone who heard the cat-faced old woman unleash a deafening roar, combining all her demonic power, was completely dumbfounded.
Most people are wondering, what exactly is the Bureau of Demon Management?
Among them, the most bewildered were the demon-binding officers of the Demon Management Bureau.
Moreover, his questions were completely different from those of others.
How could the reputation of his own Demon Management Bureau be ruined without him even knowing what happened?
When did entrapment enforcement begin? How come he doesn't know?
Lu Haotian had a vague guess in his mind.
I guess their little imp did something that made the mountain demon misunderstand.
Based on their little devil's ability to lift a car with one hand, it's certainly not something an ordinary little devil could do.
But this misunderstanding isn't bad either.
At the very least, the white-clad fairies on their side already hate the Demon Management Bureau with a vengeance.
But he still doesn't know who his little vixen is.
The female demon who was on the phone with Lu Mengmeng just now, who is also the temple's shaman, had a face so pale it was almost inhuman, and a gloomy mood that made people think she wasn't a female demon, but a female ghost.
Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the waist of the demon-binding man.
A red token with the character "束" written on it stood out prominently.
His identity was clearly revealed.
The demon-slayer shuddered as the temple's deity stared at him, his scalp tingling.
My heart immediately felt like something bad was about to happen.
But what could he say?
Did our Demon Management Bureau not engage in entrapment? Or is it that the Demon Management Bureau itself is enforcing the law, and I don't know?
He could only watch helplessly as the temple's deity floated lightly toward him.
The temple's sage stared unblinkingly at the demon-binding man with his icy eyes.
The voice was gentle and soft as it asked, "Does your Demon Management Bureau have other plans here?"
If that's true, then their plans will need to be tweaked.
The demon-slayer's heart skipped a beat when she asked him that question.
How was he supposed to answer that?
If he says there are other plans, won't the monster get so angry that he kills him to silence him?
If there were no prior arrangements, wouldn't this monster have acted with impunity, killing him and then everyone else to conceal her crimes?
The demon-slayer felt a lump in his throat, but his expression remained unchanged, still displaying a cold, dismissive attitude.
They simply chose to remain silent.
"Heh." The temple's shaman didn't make things difficult for him as he had imagined.
Instead, he casually replied, "So what if they use entrapment tactics?"
I've heard that your Demon Management Bureau will never release a demon-binding person of Yellow rank or higher unless it's certain that the demon is a powerful one.
I reckon the one on the mountaintop is at most an ordinary demon-binding person who can defeat a demon with a few hundred years of cultivation.
"No matter how many of these incompetent juniors come, it's useless."
She was a great demon who had lived for three thousand years, so naturally she was not afraid of ordinary demon-binding people.
The demon-slayer remained expressionless in the face of the temple's scornful remarks.
But in my mind I kept complaining: What do you mean by below the yellow level?
Even someone at the Xuan level like him was captured by them, wasn't he?
Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, it's too embarrassing.
He tilted his head slightly, looking aloof and unwilling to talk to the temple's deity.
Having fallen to this state today, I wonder if he'll even be able to sit down at the mahjong table nine days from now.
If he had known, why would he have bothered trying to gain good luck here after catching the yellow dog demon?
He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead.
This time, I might lose my life here.
The temple deity didn't mind that he didn't speak; he simply smiled gently at him with a slight upturn of his lips.
She said in a soft, gentle tone, "I originally thought that by controlling all of you, I could attract Lord Pixiu."
It seems that the initial ingredient I used wasn't strong enough, which is why I couldn't bring out the main ingredient.
She waved her slender, fair hand and said in a light, airy tone, "Children, let's eat."
At her command, several villagers suddenly grabbed the tops of their heads with both hands and pulled them forcefully to either side.
The entire human skin was torn in two, like peeling a banana, revealing a strangely shaped grafted animal face.
Human body, pig's head, rabbit ears; wolf's mouth, fangs, long fish fins; tiger's body, snake's tail, monkey's head...
They all stepped forward with sinister grins on their faces.
Like a wolf that hasn't eaten in a long time, it bared its teeth and claws and charged towards the film crew.
"ah!"
"Help!"
"Don't come any closer!"
"Don't eat me!"
A desperate scream suddenly echoed throughout the house.
The people were bound and unable to break free from these incredibly strong corpse demons; they could only be at the mercy of these demons.
The monsters were very coordinated, and none of them went after Lu Haotian.
This is the goal our ancestors set out for this time; it's something they wanted to leave behind for them.
The scene was chaotic for a time, and people felt desperate and helpless about their own weakness.
Qiao Shanshan shouted, "The person you're looking for is Lord Pixiu, just go directly to her."
This has nothing to do with us, leave us alone!
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