The Big Pig Demon of Mud Mountain

Zhu Da Yao, weighing 320 pounds, sleeps under the bed in a shared house and spends twenty minutes every day stuffing himself into a "human" shell - covering the pig's nose with three layers of concealer, flattening his ears with hair wax, and stuffing his tail into his underwear. He is a pig demon. Working in a human office building, writing plans, getting scolded, and swallowing my anger, my monthly salary is 7,200 yuan, which has not been increased in three years. Until one day, he was pushed to the limit - mud spurted out from the ceiling, and a 320-pound black pig trampled the floor of the seventeenth floor. He didn't remember anything when he woke up. But his leader was suspended, and an automated report letter arrived in his mailbox. Then the new leader came. A thousand-year-old python, disguised as a gentle woman, takes away a silver incubator from the company every month. The contents of the box are worth a million per milliliter. Zhu Dashao's father has been imprisoned for fifteen years in the place where he provided "raw materials". He has three months. Three months later, he himself would be boxed.