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

Ji Zuodao looked at the figure in front of him, who was exactly the same as himself except for his color, appearance and clothing.

And Qiqi, who was also black and white, had just twitched at the corner of her mouth and hadn't yet recovered from this absurd scene—

The entire camp was blown up.

"Holy crap! Whose inner demon is this scoundrel?! Coming to our headquarters for a stroll?!"

"Damn it, if Director Zhang's inner demon didn't have the ability to shift stars and change constellations, he wouldn't dare get this close! Where did this fool come from? Is he tired of living?!"

"Grab your weapons! Set up a formation! If you can't trap the chief's wife, can't you at least trap this little Karami?"

"Flank him from both sides! Don't let him escape! I want to see how many resurrection coins he has to last!"

One can only say that the atmosphere of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai was indeed fierce, and their martial spirit was extremely strong.

Ji Zuodao watched helplessly as, in the short time it took to say just a few words, no fewer than seven or eight figures, like ghosts, silently circled around to the back and flanks of his inner demon, sealing off all escape routes.

Some were making hand seals, others were touching talismans, and one of the men even pulled out half a brick with a faint glow from his trouser leg, his eyes fierce, clearly intending to knock him out.

A brawl was about to break out.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Just as tensions were rising, the inner demon that looked exactly like Ji Zuodao, only faded in color, suddenly let out a low laugh.

Everyone paused, their alertness instantly rising to its peak.

Sure enough! Anyone who dares to venture into the heart of the enemy's lair alone, even with a secondary account, must have something to rely on!

The inner demon remained calm and unhurried, slowly reaching into his robes as if searching for some powerful magical artifact.

Swish!

He pulled out a small flag, held it between his fingers, and swayed it rather flamboyantly in the wind.

The flag was small, triangular, and the fabric looked a bit wrinkled with irregular frayed edges.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner?!"

Someone gasped in shock.

"No...that's not right!"

Those with sharp eyes have already seen it clearly, but the voice is somewhat uncertain.

"It looks like a regular white flag, but the material... the texture... it looks like a pair of underwear?!"

Everyone looked closely again, and sure enough!

The wrinkled fabric, the rudimentary way it was tied, the subtle texture of the undergarments that peeked out as it fluttered in the wind...

A real white pair of underwear turned into a little white flag!

Just as all the elites of 749 and the skilled members of the Zhao family were in a state of collective daze and their worldviews were being subtly shaken.

That inner demon had already waved that "little white flag," his face plastered with the same obsequious smile as Ji Zuodao's, speaking fluent underworld slang in a loud voice:

"Hey! Bosses! Bosses! Hold on! Please hold on!"

"I'm new to Baoshan and don't know the rules. I was blind to your greatness! I apologize to all of you!"

He waved the flag while bowing and scraping, his tone incredibly sincere.

"I... I've come here as a rebel! I've come specifically to seek refuge with you all, to rely on you! I have absolutely no ill intentions! Absolutely no ill intentions!"

Anti-grass? Backing the kiln?

The group of 749 investigators and the Qi cultivators from the Zhao family listened in stunned silence.

What kind of slang and code words are these?

This "Inner Demon" business has quite a wide scope? They even used to be involved in gangs on the side?

Ji Zuodao silently raised his hand and covered his face, his shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly.

That's so fucking shameful...

Seriously, it's so embarrassing!

Look at Director Zhang's inner demons, what kind of grand entrance does he have?

The statues are solemn and majestic, their supernatural powers are astonishing, stars fall from the sky, and the atmosphere is incredibly imposing! When they fight, starlight bursts forth, and the special effects budget is burning like crazy!

Then look at myself...

He came out waving a white flag, begging to be taken in.

The white flag was actually made from his own underwear!

The difference...

Ji Zuodao felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and he felt as if he could dig a three-courtyard house out of his toes on the spot.

The inner demon remained completely unaware, or rather, it didn't care about the strange looks from those around it.

Waving its little flag, its eyes darted around, precisely locking onto Ji Zuodao, who was trying to make himself inconspicuous in the crowd. Its eyes lit up instantly, and it waved the flag and shouted:

"Big brother! Big brother! It's me! Look at me! It's me, Zheng! Your dearest brother, Zheng!"

His voice was sincere and heartfelt, as if long-lost brothers were reunited on the street.

Swish!

All eyes instantly turned to Ji Zuodao.

That look in his eyes was indescribably complex: shock, realization, inquiry, and a strong, almost overflowing sense of amusement that seemed to say, "Oh, so it's yours, kid."

Zhang Quan nudged Ji Zuodao with his elbow, lowering his voice, his tone full of disbelief:

"Brother Ji... this... is it from your family?"

Ji Zuodao abruptly lowered his hand from his face as if he'd been electrocuted, shaking his head vigorously like a rattle-drum, his face displaying utter innocence and an eagerness to clear his name:

"I don't know him! I really don't know him! He must have mistaken me for someone else! I don't want to do this, it's none of my business!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The black-and-white demon who called himself "A-Zheng" had already haphazardly stuffed the little white flag in his hand into his arms and scurried over.

His strikingly handsome face beamed with a dazzling smile, and he spoke fluently without hesitation:

"Big brother! Don't deny it!"

"Back in the back mountains, when you went to raid the fox den and put croton seeds in that old fox's food, wasn't that my idea? After that, you got caught by your second master and were punished by having to run laps around the mountain with a chamber pot on your head... I stayed by your side and comforted you during those times."

"We promised to share both good times and bad, and not forget each other when we become rich and powerful!"

"Now that you're successful, have a government job, and are eating government food, you've forgotten about your poor brother?"

Everyone: "..."

There's a lot of information here.

It seems this investigator had quite an exciting childhood.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Ji Zuodao felt the complex gazes coming from all directions, and then looked at the inner demon in front of him who kept calling him "Big Brother" and whose face seemed to say, "You'd better admit it."

He closed his eyes in anguish.

It’s over.

This is utterly embarrassing! I've lost face today, and this despicable devil has even broadcast it over and over again with a megaphone.

Just when Ji Zuodao wished he could self-destruct on the spot and perish together with this shameful inner demon.

A clear and gentle voice, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority, rang out from behind the crowd:

"Make way, everyone."

The crowd, which had been packed tightly together, parted to the sides like a tide, making way for a passage.

Director Zhang walked in slowly, his hands behind his back.

He first looked at the inner demon, then glanced at the original self next to him, whose head was almost buried in his crotch and whose ears were bright red.

Director Zhang's face remained expressionless, but a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of interest flickered in his gentle eyes.

He stopped about three zhang away from his inner demon, a distance that was neither too far nor too close, making it convenient to strike at any time while also leaving room for conversation.

"you."

Director Zhang spoke, his voice steady, revealing neither joy nor anger, his gaze calmly fixed on Hei Bai Ji Zuo Dao.

"They said they wanted to come and seek refuge with us?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The inner demon "A-Zheng" nodded hastily.

"reason."

Director Zhang succinctly uttered two words.

"Well..."

Ah Zheng scratched his head, his gesture and expression exactly the same as Ji Zuodao's little habit when he was thinking.

He clicked his tongue, his fawning smile fading slightly, and he even revealed an expression that resembled "serious analysis."

"Director Zhang, you see, this is actually quite easy to calculate."

"Although I have been given a real body here that can walk and jump, to put it bluntly, I am still a rootless duckweed, a fallen ghost."

"In this godforsaken place, fighting to the death with your own true form, neither of you can kill the other; it's just a waste of time. Is there any point?"

"So is this multiple-choice question difficult? No, it's not."

Ah Zheng shrugged, his expression one of utter self-righteousness.

"On one side are unemployed nomadic groups with precarious livelihoods and bleak futures; on the other side are regular troops with established positions, logistical support, and the backing of the state."

"Even a fool knows which option to choose!"

"Although I, Zheng, am plagued by inner demons, I'm not stupid! My surrender, my joining the brothel, is a move from darkness to light, a pursuit of progress, an attempt to follow the organization and forge a future!"

He puffed out his chest, and his words carried a strong sense of self-importance.

"Besides..."

A-Zheng suddenly blinked, revealing a sly, mischievous smile reminiscent of Ji Zuodao, and glanced at the original body beside him who still dared not raise its head.

"My older brother and I are from the same clan. He's serving the country in our 749th Regiment, so it's only natural for me, as his 'brother,' to come and lend a hand and help out. It's a family reunion!"

"Don't you agree?"

All around was silent.

Everyone was stunned by this surrender speech.

Isn't this inner demon's thought process a little too clear?

Isn't this calculation a bit too clear-cut?

It actually makes a lot of sense!