Chapter 325: The Fourth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 325: The Fourth Day in the Entertainment Industry World

Lu Wenshi couldn't believe what he saw when he looked down—instead of his own hands and body, he saw dog paws covered in short yellow fur and the body of a beast!

His field of vision had dropped dramatically; the living room that had seemed spacious moments ago now seemed even taller and more immense above him!

He had turned into a dog!

He had actually turned into a dog!

Sheer shock and terror flooded his canine brain, while what remained of his human consciousness screamed in a frenzy.

He tried to dash toward the door, to escape this demonic presence, but slammed straight into an invisible wall!

"Thud!" His dog body bounced off and hit the floor.

He darted around frantically, but no matter what, he couldn't escape!

He was trapped in this part of the living room!

And just then, Deng Yingrui, who had been unconscious on the floor, stirred by the commotion, groaned, and slowly came to.

The sharp pain in the back of his neck and face still throbbed, his mind foggy and completely confused, only remembering that An Yi had apparently hit him...

He blinked groggily, and the first thing he saw was a vicious, rabid-looking dog—baring its teeth, eyes gleaming with menace, growling low and threatening—staring right at him!

Deng Yingrui's drowsiness was instantly scared away!

Without even a second to wonder why there was a mad dog in front of him, survival instinct kicked in, and he instinctively scrambled up to run!

"Woof woof woof!!!"

The dog that was Lu Wenshi felt his hind legs kick off on their own, lunging violently at Deng Yingrui, who had just managed to sit up!

"Ah—! Get away! Mad dog!" Deng Yingrui screamed in terror, scrambling backward on all fours, but the sofa blocked him.

The vicious dog sank its teeth into his arm, and the searing pain made him shriek like a stuck pig!

In the struggle, Deng Yingrui's hands flailed around wildly, and somehow, they brushed against a cleaver that had appeared out of nowhere!

The surge of adrenaline short-circuited his brain, and the will to survive overpowered everything else.

As the vicious dog opened its massive jaws again, lunging for his throat, Deng Yingrui's eyes went bloodshot. Running purely on instinct, he gripped the cleaver with both hands, mustered every last ounce of strength, and swung it horizontally with all his might!

"Thunk—!"

"Thunk—!"

A series of dull thuds came as the blade sliced through flesh and even cracked bone!

The dog, now gutted, halted its attack.

The dog's head, along with a spray of warm blood, went flying!

The dog's body twitched a couple of times, then went still.

Deng Yingrui collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, drenched in dog blood, his face splattered with blood, his hand, still clutching the cleaver, trembling violently.

But before he could catch his breath, something even more horrifying happened—

The headless yellow dog corpse on the floor, after a brief, subtle distortion, transformed... into a headless human body in an expensive suit!

And that head...

Deng Yingrui's pupils shrank to pinpricks! A chill shot from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head!

"B... Boss?! President Lu?!" He shrieked, his voice twisted and warped, filled with incomprehensible, absolute terror!

It was Lu Wenshi! The mad dog he had just killed... was actually his boss, Lu Wenshi?!

How was this possible?! An illusion?! A nightmare?!

He had clearly killed a dog.

The overwhelming shock and terror shattered his psyche. He hurled the blood-stained cleaver away like it was a hot potato and scrambled desperately to get out of this hellish living room.

But he had barely crawled two steps on all fours when a sensation eerily identical to what Lu Wenshi had just experienced—a world-turning, bone-reshaping agony and bizarre distortion—hit him violently!

"Urgh... hkk..." He tried to cry out, but the sound got stuck in his throat.

His vision warped and dropped!

He felt fur sprouting from under his skin, fingers curling into claws, his body shrinking...

In the blink of an eye, the human Deng Yingrui who had been sprawled on the floor disappeared, replaced by another... equally yellow, but slightly chubbier Chinese rural dog, standing frozen in terror, its doggy eyes filled with eerily human-like, extreme horror.

And what he couldn't comprehend even more was—

Not far away, the headless corpse of Lu Wenshi, along with the severed head that had flown off, vanished in the same subtle distortion of space.

And in the spot where the corpse had been, Lu Wenshi—who had just died, now whole and alive—stood there!

His face was twisted in pain and terror.

A brief flicker of confusion crossed Lu Wenshi's eyes, quickly replaced by a savage, uncontrollable fury and murderous intent!

His gaze instantly locked onto the trembling yellow dog that had appeared in the living room!

Deng Yingrui, who had just transformed from human to dog, hadn't even had time to process the earth-shattering change before meeting Lu Wenshi's eyes—eyes burning with the desire to tear him apart—and the blood-dripping cleaver in the man's hand!

Inside the dog's body, Deng Yingrui's soul was screaming in madness, terror at its peak!

"Woof woof woof woof—!!!"

What's going on?!

What the hell is going on?!

Lu Wenshi charged at him, cleaver raised!

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An Yi sat on the sofa, watching coldly from the side.

Getting bored, he yawned, pulled out his phone, and started playing with it.

In the living room, the scent of blood still lingered as a new round of slaughter began.

"Woof woof woof—!! Woof!"

The dog-form Deng Yingrui was scared out of his mind, a human soul on the verge of collapse wrapped in a canine body.

He couldn't understand any of this. Why had his boss come back to life? Why was his boss trying to kill him? Why was he a dog now?!

Confusion and terror left him whimpering like a scared dog. His legs felt like jelly, and he wanted to run, but the shock of the transformation and sheer terror glued him to the spot.

"Die... dog...!" Lu Wenshi choked out garbled words, then swung the cleaver down hard!

"Yelp—!"

A pitiful yelp rang out as the cleaver sliced into Deng Yingrui's hind leg, cutting to the bone. Blood gushed out instantly.

A twisted, cruel smile spread across Lu Wenshi's face. He raised the cleaver high, aimed at the dog's head, and brought it down with vicious force!

Then, another anomaly occurred.

That familiar, space-distorting blurriness appeared once more!

Lu Wenshi, cleaver in hand, mid-swing, froze. The fury and bloodlust on his face faded, replaced by utter bewilderment, and then the familiar, agonizing pain of bones being forcibly twisted and compressed!

"Argh—!" He let out a short cry of pain as his body visibly shrank and deformed, covered in short yellow fur...