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In the Old Town District, the dim yellow streetlights illuminated a dilapidated tile-roofed house. An emaciated old man was mercilessly whipping a black dog, which was as large as a Tibetan mastiff. The rattan whip sliced through the air with a sharp crack. Each strike against the trembling body of the dog drew forth a misty spray of blood and flesh.
The black dog lay on the ground, whimpering softly. Upon closer inspection, its eyes glimmered with a spark of humanity, and tears streamed down its face.
"Damn it! After all this effort to find the Guanyin Sitting on Lotus embryo, you let it escape! How am I supposed to explain this to those big shots? If I can't find that little girl within three days, I might as well be dead!" The old man's anger grew with each thought, and he increased the force of his blows.
The dog's skin was torn and bloodied, splattering everywhere.
Whimpering, the black dog shed tears but could not speak; still, it prayed in its heart for the little girl to run far away, hoping she would never come back to this hell.
The whip struck relentlessly like a venomous snake, leaving deep gashes that exposed bone on the dog's battered body. The once-strong creature was now pushed to the brink of death.
Its pupils began to dilate.
Am I going to die?
Is my release finally at hand?
I'm sorry, Mom and Dad.
In my next life, I promise I won't run away again.
I will definitely listen to you.
Grandpa, we found the little girl!
A small beggar dressed in ragged clothes pushed open the door and glanced at the battered black dog, a flicker of compassion crossing his face as he whispered.
Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air as a vicious whip struck the beggar's face, a flash of blood illuminating the space.
"Ah! My face!"
The small beggar clutched his face in agony, his body rolling on the ground in distress.
"You’ve been with me for so long, yet you still have feelings!"
Old Chi snorted, "I'll give you three seconds. If you don't get up by then, you won't get up again!"
Enduring the pain, the beggar stood up, trembling like a leaf, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the old man.
"Grandfather, I searched nearby with Xiao Cheng along the trail of that little girl's blood and finally found out she seemed to have entered a hotel!"
"What hotel?" The old man grinned maliciously.
"The Yin Yang Building!" The small beggar gasped.
"The Yin Yang Building?"
Old Pupil's eyes suddenly narrowed. That little girl really knew how to run; she had actually made it to Daoist Zuo's territory. This girl was a prized possession assigned to me for training—a perfect Ding Lu face.
If Daoist Zuo discovered any clues, there would be no way for her to return to me. What should I do?
The small beggar whispered, "Is Daoist Zuo really that powerful?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"
The old man shot a ferocious glare at the beggar.
The small beggar trembled in response.
The old man's bony fingers lifted the black dog's head, holding it up in mid-air, and grinned at its eyes. "You’re quite generous, aren’t you? I told you to keep an eye on that Ding Lu, yet you took it upon yourself to unlock her chains and let her go."
"Too bad this girl is fated for misfortune; just as she escaped from one den of wolves, she has fallen into another. You may not have heard of Daoist Zuo."
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