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

"Xiao Ji, well done! Clean and efficient! That's satisfying!"

Deputy Director Liu slapped Ji Zuodao's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulder, Ji Zuodao remained expressionless; he was already used to it.

Oh, it's not a habit, it seems like I've lost feeling in my shoulder.

Ji Zuodao wore a smile on his face, but in his heart he was calculating:

When I get back, I need to use the "Bone Refining Method" to temper both of my shoulder blades ten or eight more times.

Otherwise, with Uncle Liu's "enthusiasm," he'll be filmed as a paraplegic sooner or later.

"Our Jinghai 749 team desperately needs someone like you!"

Deputy Director Liu put his arm around his shoulder, exuding an air of heroic pride.

"Come on! Uncle will treat you to a meal. First, to celebrate our success, and second, to welcome you back to our big family!"

Ji Zuodao wore a perfectly timed, slightly shy smile and thanked him repeatedly.

His gaze swept over the other investigators inside the command vehicle—

Colleagues who may have previously been scrutinizing and subtly distant now mostly wore friendly smiles, even tinged with admiration.

He knew in his heart that this meal was not so much a celebration of victory, but more importantly, a silent ritual of acceptance.

Ji Zuodao, this guy with a strange background and evil methods, has been initially recognized by 749.

"Uncle Liu, that's great, I'm actually hungry."

Ji Zuodao smiled and agreed, even patting his flat stomach.

Although that blood pill was slowly dissolving in the spiritual sea, nourishing both the physical body and the spiritual sea.

But the mundane pleasures of everyday life, the aromas of cooking, frying, and grilling, held an equally irresistible attraction for him.

That's a different kind of "living".

With a wave of his hand, Deputy Director Liu selected a long-established hot pot restaurant known for its fresh ingredients and rich broth, and booked a secluded private room.

Wow...

Ji Zuodao, who had always stayed in a secluded corner with his master, had never seen such a grand scene before.

When I saw the huge round table piled high with all sorts of dishes, my eyes couldn't help but light up.

Bright red sliced ​​beef, snow-white shrimp paste, crisp and tender tripe, glistening pig brain, and vibrant green vegetables...

The bubbling red oil and mushroom broth base glistened with an irresistible sheen.

Ji Zuodao subconsciously swallowed.

"Xiao Ji, don't be shy! Eat as much as you want! I can't guarantee anything else from our department, but we have plenty of funding!"

Deputy Director Liu waved his hand generously and took the lead in picking up a piece of tripe to cook in the broth.

What surprised Ji Zuodao even more was that several of his older investigator colleagues actually took the initiative to scald his bowls and chopsticks, prepare his dipping sauce, and even pour him a full glass of beer.

Even Dog, who was squatting at his feet, was invited to sit on the table.

Everyone present was discerning and could clearly see that this large black dog, capable of reading minds and devouring living people, was no ordinary creature.

At the very least, it is a powerful demon with spiritual intelligence and considerable cultivation.

Doggy didn't stand on ceremony. He sat down in a specially raised chair with a small plate in front of him, piled high with tender, cooked beef.

Public welfare... is really practical.

Ji Zuodao sighed inwardly once again.

Compared to the days when I was struggling to make ends meet and had to forage for food on my own with my mentors, this life "within the system" was like going from the ground to the sky.

The master chef is right. These days, if you want to live a comfortable life, you have to follow the organization.

The hot pot steams and the spicy and savory flavors explode in your mouth, while the ice-cold beer washes away the burning sensation on your tongue.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere in the private room became increasingly lively.

The initial subtle distance caused by Ji Zuodao's methods gradually melted away under the influence of alcohol and delicious food.

"Brother Ji, you're awesome! That move you made today...tsk tsk, it looked a bit creepy, but it was fucking satisfying! Those bastards deserve to die!"

The burly man codenamed "Mountain Demon" came over with a wine glass, clinked it against Ji Zuodao's glass, and downed it in one gulp.

He was one of the people who had previously expressed doubts about Ji Zuodao's methods, but now he was clearly convinced.

"That's right! Brother Ji, next time there's work like this, call me over, I'll help you out!"

Another, younger investigator came over to offer a toast, his eyes shining with admiration.

For those of them who have spent years walking on the edge of a knife and are accustomed to the dark side of life, efficiency is paramount.

Ji Zuodao's "professionally relevant" solution has a unique charm.

Ji Zuodao was not pretentious and accepted all toasts, which made these hearty men like him even more.

Deputy Director Liu watched with a smile as his rough-looking men mingled with Ji Zuodao, this "oddball," while Dog Master devoured his food at the table.

A huge weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders.

He picked up his wine glass and stood up.

"Come on! Everyone, quiet down!"

His loud voice drowned out the noise.

"Let's raise a glass to our new colleague, Ji Zuodao! Welcome him to the Jinghai 749th Precinct!"

"From now on, we're family. We'll face anything together, and we'll share everything! If any of you dares to bully our own people, I'll be the first to stand in for it!"

"Cheers!"

"Welcome, my dear brother!"

Glasses clinked, and laughter filled the air.

The aroma of heat, fragrance, and alcohol mingled together, filling this small space.

Ji Zuodao picked up his glass, which contained a clear, golden beer.

He looked at the liquid swaying slightly in the glass, then glanced at the sincere smiling faces around him.

A strange, slightly feverish emotion quietly welled up in my heart.

He suppressed his unease, his smile growing even brighter, even carrying a touch of genuine shyness befitting his age.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu, and thank you all, seniors! I look forward to your continued support in the future!"

Having said that, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

The spicy, malty liquid glides down your throat, its warmth reaching your stomach.

At this moment, the evil cultivator Ji Zuodao, who skinned people alive and refined blood pills, seemed to have temporarily disappeared.

Sitting in front of the hot pot, drinking and chatting with a group of "official personnel," was just a handsome, somewhat shy, and very hungry 19-year-old.

"Here, I'll drink it! You guys can do whatever you want!"

……

The next morning, Ji Zuodao woke up on a hard sofa.

"hiss……"

He sat up, clutching his forehead, feeling as if his head was filled with a swarm of stung wasps.

The dizziness and nausea from the hangover made him frown.

Ji Zuodao silently vowed that if he ever drank again, he would be a dog!

He actually had a good tolerance for alcohol; he often secretly drank the Five Poisons Wine brewed by his second master in the mountains.

But even that couldn't stop the group of ravenous investigators from taking turns toasting him in all sorts of ways last night.

No, why do they think "I'll do it! Do whatever you want!" is a provocation?

He rubbed his throbbing temples and looked around.

This is an unfamiliar living room, simply furnished and somewhat cluttered.

Then, he saw Dog.

And Liu Ming, who was sleeping soundly on the floor, embracing Dog in an extremely awkward position.

Dog was lying on his back, belly up, with Liu Ming's arm tightly gripping his neck.

Liu Ming's face was pressed against Dog's furry belly, and he was so asleep that he was almost drooling.

The man and the dog slept soundly, inseparable.

Ji Zuodao's lips twitched, and enduring his headache, he blew a gust of cold wind towards Dog Master and Liu Ming.

"Woof..."

Dog King jolted awake, opened his eyes groggily, and after recognizing Ji Zuodao, let out a weak whimper, too lazy even to wag his tail.

Liu Ming muttered, "Stop messing around... just five more minutes of sleep...", trying to bury his face even deeper into the dog hair.

Ji Zuodao looked at Dog Master's seemingly emptied-out appearance with a heart full of doubt.

"Dog, what happened to you...? Which fallen vixen did you rescue last night? You're exhausted!"

Dog Lord barely managed to lift his eyelids, giving him a huge eye roll, his tongue lolling out, his voice filled with exhaustion and resentment:

"Save you my foot! It's all because of you drunkards! You got so drunk you insisted on dragging me into some kind of... square dancing! And you wanted me to be the lead dancer! We danced for most of the night! I just closed my eyes... zzz..."

"..."

Ji Zuodao rubbed his forehead, as fragmented and unbearable memories began to assault him—

It seems that's true; Liu Ming was carrying Dog Ye and spinning him around, while I was giving him random instructions from the side...

孽 孽!

He repeated it to himself again—

If I drink again, I'll be a dog!