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

Having completed his mission, Ji Zuodao clapped his hands, turned around, and left without looking back.

This place is truly eerie.

Ever since he got close to that light membrane, the hair on the back of his neck hadn't been flat.

It felt like a cat was scratching inside me; a strange urge kept rising within me.

Step inside, step inside and take a look, there are bound to be tremendous benefits inside!

In those novels, the protagonist would definitely be overcome with passion, follow his "inner calling," and charge forward without hesitation, thus embarking on a miraculous adventure, experiencing a surge in cultivation, and being surrounded by beautiful women...

Would Ji Zuodao do that?

impossible.

Going on impulse and following your gut feeling? That's foolish.

Impulsiveness is the devil, intuition is bullshit.

These were the words his master said when he was drunk and beating him. He thought they made sense, and from then on, he never dared to follow his heart and steal his master's money to buy snacks again.

Of course, the most important reason was that he chickened out.

Trapped inside is the legitimate director of Jinghai 749, along with half of the bureau's elite personnel from back then, and the entire Zhao family of Qi cultivators.

I haven't been able to figure it out even after several years.

What gives Ji Zuodao, a "little karami" who has only recently joined the ranks of the government, the right to barge in?

Do you think you're too old, or do you think there aren't enough New Year's goods available outside?

Go back to 749, walk Qiqi and Doggy, wait to receive your year-end bonus, and happily celebrate the New Year. Isn't that great?

As for the noble cause of rescuing the people inside...

Please, wake up!

He, Ji Zuodao, is an evil cultivator, a street urchin, and a dedicated investigator of the 749th Division, but he is by no means a selfless savior.

Leave the professional stuff to the professionals. As for me, I'm just here to live, and to live as comfortably as possible.

Having made up his mind, Ji Zuodao quickened his pace, eager to leave this unlucky place immediately.

But it seemed that fate was deliberately working against him.

I had only taken a couple of steps out—

"Clatter".

With a soft click, the wrist suddenly loosened.

Immediately following was a rolling sound.

Ji Zuodao's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly lowered his head.

Suddenly, the string of the relic beads worn close to the body broke for some unknown reason!

A dozen or so warm and lustrous relics, like pearls that have broken free of their reins, bounced and rolled merrily backward.

Especially the roundest ones at the front, they rolled with such unwavering determination, heading straight for the light membrane!

"Holy crap! My relic from the Divine Power Realm!"

Ji Zuodao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he no longer cared about whether it was evil or not, or whether it was good or bad.

The others are one thing, but those first few were made by the old monk Yongjue; they were his most treasured possessions.

He let out a strange cry, no longer caring about his image, and like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on poop—no, like a spirit ape exploring a ravine—he suddenly turned around and chased after it.

Using both hands and feet, he scooped and scooped, finally managing to firmly grasp those few relics of the Divine Power Realm in his palm.

"Phew...that scared me to death..."

Ji Zuodao breathed a long sigh of relief, still shaken.

Ignoring the dirt on the ground, he plopped down, held the precious relic he had found again, and blew on it tenderly. Then he pulled up his sleeve and carefully wiped it clean.

Well, thankfully, it didn't crack; it's still smooth and round, with an inner radiance.

perfect.

He nodded in satisfaction, finally able to relax.

However, just as he raised his head, satisfied, ready to slip away again—

The smile froze on her face.

His gaze met a pair of eyes that were very close to his, eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

It was Li Tiezhu.

The investigator who was just inside the light membrane, smoking and chatting with him, and asking him to pass on a message.

At that moment, the man was standing right in front of him, less than a meter away.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Ji Zuodao's heart skipped a beat.

Slowly, extremely slowly, he twisted his rusty neck and looked back—

really.

The thin yet resilient membrane of light stood quietly behind him.

On the other side of the light membrane, Dog stood upright, its two front paws clasped to its chest, and its face displayed an extremely human-like expression that mixed a variety of complex emotions, including "I knew it," "You unlucky bastard," and "I can't bear to look."

Qiqi's big eyes were full of confusion, as if she didn't understand why her brother had suddenly gone to the "glass" side.

The soldier who had been expressionless and robotic the whole way finally broke down at this moment.

For the first time, a look of utter astonishment appeared on that resolute face. His right hand even unconsciously rose slightly, as if trying to stop something, but then he put it down in vain.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He looked down at the gleaming relic in his hand.

Looking up again, I saw Dog's "caring for the mentally challenged" gaze outside the light membrane, and Qiqi's innocent little face.

Finally, take a look at the bewildered gaze of Li Tiezhu and his brother beside you, a gaze that's almost tangible.

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

Two seconds later.

Holy crap.

He murmured to himself, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Damn it!

Are you fucking messing with me?!

Dog rolled its eyes in disgust, clicked its tongue, flicked its tail, and leisurely stepped inside.

"You idiot!"

Dog Master strolled over to Ji Zuodao's side, raised his paw and lightly patted his calf, his dog face full of "disappointment and frustration".

"The relic rolled in, can't you just ask that guy inside to throw it out for you? It's just a matter of yelling!"

"Did you really have to rush in like a rocket? Is this how you have it?"

It shook its head, looking heartbroken: "I can't even be bothered to talk about you! This wretched behavior is just like your three masters when they were young!"

Outside the light membrane, the soldier who had led the way finally couldn't hold back his expression any longer.

Why is another one going in?

Then, a small figure, also carrying a big apple, ran towards the light membrane with short legs, "tap tap tap".

"Hey! Kid! Stop—"

The soldier was startled and reached out to grab it.

I came away empty-handed.

Qiqi passed through the light membrane without any hindrance, ran to Ji Zuodao's side, skillfully grabbed the hem of his clothes with her little hands, then looked up and continued to focus on the apple in her arms, as if she had just changed the place to eat the fruit.

Soldiers: "..."

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Then, slowly, slowly, it drooped down.

His eyes were completely empty.

It’s over.

It's all over.

There were three people and a dog when they arrived.

Returning home, I was alone, a solitary figure, filled with desolation.

How am I supposed to explain this?! How the hell am I supposed to explain this?!

Inside the light membrane, Li Tiezhu slapped his forehead, making a crisp "smack" sound.

He looked at Ji Zuodao, then at Gouye, and then at Qiqi who was munching on an apple, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"Brother... I'm just receiving supplies..."

His voice was dry, filled with helplessness and absurdity.

"This...how come they even received the people? What am I supposed to tell the chief? Chief, the supplies have arrived, more than enough, plus a colleague, a little girl, and a black dog?"

Ji Zuodao's feelings at this moment were more complicated than the two of them combined.

An indescribable sense of grief and indignation welled up in my heart.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead with a "smack".

The sound was even louder than Li Tiezhu's.

"I fucking..."

Ji Zuodao wanted to cry but had no tears, and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth:

"I'm just offering a helping hand, running an errand..."

"How did I end up getting myself into this mess?!"

What the hell is this?!