A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Inside room 104, Ji Zuodao was about to leave when he suddenly stopped as he passed a tightly closed door.

A strong, pungent smell of blood seeped out from the cracks in the door.

He had a faint smell of that scent the first time he entered the room.

At that time, I was so focused on how to "enjoy a feast" that I had no time to think about anything else.

Now that the feast has ended, this deliberately ignored aroma can no longer be ignored.

He looked up and glanced at the large wedding photo hanging on the living room wall.

In the photo, a young couple is snuggling together, their smiles radiant, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

Ji Zuodao had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

He pushed open the slightly ajar door.

The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air.

This is the master bedroom, and the double bed that should have been cozy is now soaked in dark red, almost black, bloodstains.

Scattered on it were bits of meat and bone fragments of unknown origin, a messy and shocking sight.

Ji Zuodao's gaze swept over the room indifferently without lingering, and he walked straight to the solid wood wardrobe in the corner of the room.

"Whoosh—"

The cabinet door was suddenly pulled open.

Two mangled corpses, their limbs twisted and tangled at bizarre angles, fell heavily to the floor after losing their support, making a dull thud.

Clearly, these were the original owners of the house, an unfortunate but ordinary couple.

After kidnapping Zhao Lingling, Wu Wen and his gang casually "requisitioned" this place.

The original owners became their first victims, used to ensure their safety and vent their violence.

"grass!"

Inside the command vehicle, Liu Ming slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the seat, his eyes bloodshot.

"Damn it! Brother Ji let those bastards off too easily! They should have been skinned alive and tortured for forty-nine days straight!"

The other team members inside the vehicle also had ashen faces, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Even though they are used to life and death, such unnecessary torture and killing of ordinary people still challenges their bottom line.

Inside the room, Ji Zuodao looked down at the two corpses on the ground, which had clearly suffered cruel torture before their deaths, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

But he felt no emotion, nor any pity whatsoever.

The master chef instilled in me from a young age: human life is as worthless as grass, and the law of the jungle is the ultimate truth of nature. In this world, the most precious thing is always your own life.

He frowned simply because he felt that such killing was meaningless, even foolish.

What's the point of killing ordinary people?

Its flesh and blood are thin, its soul is weak, and its vital energy is almost non-existent.

Even killing a newly enlightened Qi cultivator yields far more "nutrients" and "materials" than killing a hundred ordinary people.

The second master once gave a crude but vivid example:

Ordinary people are like raw dough balls, dry and tasteless;

A Qi cultivator is like a freshly baked loaf of bread, smeared with butter, and smells wonderful.

Any eccentric practitioner with a sound mind would know which one to choose.

But some fools, instead of eating bread, insist on ruining dough balls, thinking they've succeeded.

This kind of person is a complete idiot.

Little Leftist, remember this: if you encounter such an idiot colleague in the future, don't be polite, just kill him. It'll be a way to clean house for our line of work and accumulate some good karma.

Ji Zuodao was originally just curious out of a professional sense, wanting to confirm the source of the bloody smell.

Now that we see it and know it, it's nothing more than a bland "Oh, I see."

He had intended to leave just like that, as if brushing a grain of insignificant dust off his shoulder.

That's how it should be.

But his gaze once again fell on the huge wedding photo on the living room wall.

In the photo, the smiles of the two people are so genuine, as if they can penetrate the bloodshed and warm this cold scene of death.

He stopped in his tracks as he stepped out of the room.

"Tsk."

A barely audible click of the tongue, whether mocking his own meddling or something else, was unclear.

Several thick black veins slipped silently from his sleeves and precisely pierced the joints and spines of the two mangled corpses.

A series of teeth-grinding "crack, crack" sounds rang out, the sound of twisted bones being forcibly straightened and reset.

Soon, the two corpses stopped being in a painful, curled-up position and lay on the ground in a relatively peaceful posture.

Then, after a slight hesitation, Ji Zuodao took out the "beauty skin" that he had just received that day, which still retained warmth and spirituality.

He infused his fingertips with spiritual energy, and with a tearing sound, he evenly split the precious and rare "beauty skin" in two.

"Damn it, we lost out."

He muttered to himself, seemingly to no one in particular.

He covered the faces of the two corpses with the two halves of the "beauty skin".

Human skin melts upon contact with flesh, slowly wriggling and conforming as if alive, filling in the damage and soothing the wound.

A few breaths later, two pale but intact faces, even regaining seven or eight tenths of their original appearance, appeared.

The extreme pain and fear that had contorted their faces disappeared, replaced by an almost slumbering calm.

Although it lacked vitality, at least it looked like a "human being".

It looks a bit like the picture.

"At least I want to look presentable when I die."

He retracted his large tendon, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, turned around, and this time truly left the room without looking back.

Inside the command vehicle, all was silent.

Everyone could clearly see Ji Zuodao's "unnecessary" action through the screen.

The anger had not yet subsided when it was seized by an even more complex emotion.

Finally, Deputy Director Liu broke the silence.

He stroked his chin, watching Ji Zuodao's departing figure on the screen, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and a "just as I thought" expression appeared on his face. He chuckled softly:

"See, I told you... this kid is someone you can get along with. He has his own wicked scales in his heart."

Ji Zuodao walked out of the bedroom, which was filled with a faint smell of blood, and closed the door behind him.

In the living room, the lemon scent of air freshener mingled with the smell of disinfectant.

The 749 Bureau's cleanup team has begun clearing the site.

He stood in front of the wedding photo and looked up at it again.

The man and woman in the photo have a slightly silly smile, but their eyes are very bright.

He didn't quite understand this light; his masters hadn't taught him about it.

He felt that even when a person dies, their face should at least be dignified.

Although his beautiful facade was torn off, he at least got some Blood Pills today, so it's a small loss.

As I pondered this in my mind, the inexplicable feeling of unease dissipated.

He follows the left path in his actions, seeking only to achieve clarity of thought.

He thought the two dead bodies were lying there unsightly and in his way, so he simply straightened them up and covered them with a "cloth," that was all.

That makes perfect sense.

It was nearly dusk outside, and the setting sun cast a warm golden glow on the old buildings.

Outside the police cordon, a number of residents gathered to watch the spectacle, pointing and whispering.

749 field officers dressed in "police" uniforms are maintaining order.

Everything was in perfect order, as if it really was just an unfortunate accident.

This case will likely be transferred to the police as a regular criminal case of "burglary with victim killed".

A real, bloody kidnapping and battle between evil cultivators quietly melted away beneath the surface of the ordinary world.