Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

After the group chat ended, the demon-slaying system also finished running.

A worthy opponent has been found for you.

[Bounty Target: The Six Protectors of the Holy Ox Sect - Eyes see joy, ears hear anger, nose smells love, tongue tastes thought, mind desires, body is inherently sorrowful]

[Bounty Reward: Killing the first guardian grants a Qi Refining stage reward; for each subsequent guardian killed, two stages of cultivation are added.]

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

The Demon-Slaying System is all about being ruthless and taciturn.

Go ahead and kill as many as you want; let it figure out how to become stronger.

Chen Feng was very satisfied with the opponent he had chosen to slay demons and monsters.

The bull mask almost killed him, and he had to avenge that. Moreover, eliminating the Holy Bull Cult would also allow him to complete the Great Philanthropist mission. In addition, with the cultivation points given by the Demon Slayer System, it could be said that three wishes were fulfilled at once.

The only problem is that the protectors of the Holy Ox Cult, like their leader Ox Face, are elusive and rarely seen. How can we find them?

In the last decade, Chen Feng had gone to the PEACD base to investigate.

However, the information about the Holy Bull Cult is highly confidential, and only A-level agents have the right to view it. But even the A-level agents were blocked at the door by the lord and finely chopped up.

That makes sense. The lord and the snake-faced rat are in cahoots; how could he possibly betray his teammates?

Sigh, if only we had a daily intelligence system.

At that moment, Chen Feng suddenly thought of someone: "If it were her..."

PEACD base.

In the empty corridor, the prophet India leaned against the wall. According to her divination, her nemesis Meng Chengcheng would suffer a crushing defeat today, and she would make a good mocking remark while also showing off her promotion to C-level agent.

Suddenly, India felt uneasy.

The prophet was very sensitive to crisis, so India immediately drew a card and calculated for herself.

Two familiar cards appeared in India's hand: "Reversed Death" and "Reversed Knight of Cups".

"This is the result I calculated for Meng Chengcheng yesterday."

"Why do I also have these two cards? Could it be that... the cards weren't shuffled?"

"I need to check my license."

India shuffled the tarot cards and was about to start the recalculation when she heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Looking up, I saw a familiar figure running towards me.

The man muttered to himself, "If I remember correctly, it should be around here. Ah, found it."

India saw the person in front of her clearly.

Liu Xiaohu, Meng Chengcheng's shadowy follower, a simp who would do anything for his goddess.

"He clearly went on this mission too."

"The monster used so much force, why is this guy still alive?"

"Did I miscalculate?"

India looked surprised and uncertain, after all, she had clearly calculated last night that, apart from Captain Wu and the priest, Lin He and Liu Xiaohu both had Death and Ten of Swords upright, and there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Chen Feng, controlling the avatar of Liu Xiaohu, greeted her directly, "Miss India, may I offer you some black tea?"

Honestly.

With India's beauty, the line of people wanting to invite her to dinner or tea could stretch from the east side of the city to the west.

So, India instinctively wanted to refuse.

But thinking about it carefully, this is my mortal enemy's sycophant. If I could turn Liu Xiaohu into my sycophant, wouldn't that bitch Meng Chengcheng be furious?

Thinking of this, India proudly puffed out her chest, showing off her perfect pear-shaped curves: "Okay."

But what happened next completely exceeded India's expectations.

First, after drinking the tea, the girl's cheeks turned slightly red.

India frowned and asked, "It's so hot. What did you give me to drink?"

Liu Xiaohu laughed and said, "Sleepy Black Tea."

What?

India's chest heaved rapidly; she was clearly furious.

Why did you drug me?

"Are you a simp or not?"

That's not how you act like a simp!

You should chat with me more, give me gifts to increase my affection for you, and then on a special day, confess your feelings to me. I'll tell you I don't want to be with you, then I'll take a taxi and leave you chasing after me, shouting:

"India, how can I live without you... India, please take me with you, India."

But now.

How could you drug me like that?! A simp doesn't act like that! I won't accept this!

But whether or not India accepted it, she fainted.

When India woke up again, she was in an unfamiliar e-sports room. Standing next to her were three students—one tall, one thin, and one with blond hair; a middle-aged man with a scar on his face; an ordinary-looking young man; and... Wow, this little boy is so cute, I want to hug him.

Wow! It also has a big, fluffy tail!

At this time.

The chubby student looked at the beauty on the bed and exclaimed, "My God! That figure, that face, she must be a fairy descended from heaven!"

The high school student looked puzzled: "Brother Feng, why did you bring someone back with you?"

The blond-haired guy blurted out, "I know! This must be the 'Miracle Tool' we need for the mission, right?"

"Yellow Hair, even though you talk nonsense all the time, sometimes you actually hit the nail on the head." The young passerby, Chen Feng, asked as he saw India open its eyes, "You're awake."

"Who are you?" India asked fearfully.

Chen Feng decided to test whether this prophet was a fraud: "Aren't you a prophet? Calculate it yourself."

After a brief moment of panic.

India recalled the "Reversed Death" and "Reversed Knight of Cups" readings she had done before, as well as Liu Xiaohu's death prophecy, and Liu Xiaohu's unusual behavior of inexplicably drugging her and sending her here.

She suddenly realized: "Liu Xiaohu is dead. You are a fake Liu Xiaohu."

Holy crap, they can even figure that out?

Chen Feng couldn't help but clap his hands: "Congratulations, you got it right."

"Please let me go," India pleaded pitifully. "I'm begging you."

"Even begging won't work."

Chen Feng had originally planned to knock out India and send her back if she couldn't figure it out, but now it seemed he definitely couldn't let her go.

According to the memories of the previous life, India met a tragic end, most likely because she foresaw the truth about Cihang City and then went completely insane.

Although I kidnapped her, I actually saved her life.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng let out a villainous laugh: "Hehehe, I have something I need your prophetic abilities to help me with. If you behave yourself, I'll let you go back after it's done."

"If you don't behave, I'll unleash my dogs to kill you."

After saying that, he patted the husky's head and said, "Come on, show her your teeth and be fierce."

Erlang barked, "Woof! ┗|｀O′|┛!"

India looked at Erlang and laughed, "Hmph, don't try to scare me. I've already calculated it. Reversed Grail Knights, although you're not good people, you would never kill me."

Oh no, someone made a prediction that revealed the exact color of my underwear.

Chen Feng slapped his forehead. What should he do now?

The scene was very embarrassing.

In the silence, Chen Feng suddenly noticed that Yindiya's beautiful eyes were fixed on the husky and never left, and clear drool was flowing from her cherry-like mouth.

I've got an idea.

Chen Feng said, "Prophets use magic to divine, right? Work for me, and I can teach you magic."

India was intrigued: "Then I'll think about it."

"I can pet a husky once a day."

"Please let me join your team!"

Husky: "?"

It's better to let the husky sell it.