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

Ji Zuodao's experiment this time has thoroughly exposed the bug in the resurrection coin.

Two things have been confirmed.

First, when the resurrection coin takes effect, the Bloodwing Black Mosquito and its numerous offspring are recognized as "one family" by the rules of this ghostly realm and are bound together for retrospection.

Secondly, the blood energy that the blood-winged black mosquito exhaled before it died did not return with it, but remained solidly in the swarm of mosquitoes that received the infusion!

This has really caused a huge uproar.

Why didn't Ji Zuodao dare to breed these Bloodwing Black Mosquitoes freely before, and only dared to keep them in the Blood Sea to live off welfare?

I can't afford to raise them!

These vampire ancestors have appetites bigger than the last; even if you drain him dry, you still can't get enough.

Unless he sacrifices the blood of a small country, but would he dare?

Now that these two bugs are combined, wow, an extra bit of blood and energy has appeared out of nowhere!

Moreover, it's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Each time it is resurrected, the newborn "family" of Bloodwinged Black Mosquitoes inherits all the blood essence of the "previous family".

If resurrected, what they inherit is the sum of "the great-great-grandparent family" plus "the great-great-grandparent family"...

And so on.

Although Ji Zuodao learned mathematics from Dog Master, he could still easily calculate on his fingers that the amount of blood and qi accumulated to a terrifying astronomical figure.

The sea of ​​blood will never dry up, the black mosquitoes will never die, their bodies will multiply into billions, blotting out the sky and the sun...

Before, it was just wishful thinking, but now, it seems like there's actually a chance!

Just thinking about it made Ji Zuodao feel a surge of evil fire rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, burning his mouth dry and his heart pounding like a drum.

Ji Zhengdao, standing beside him, rolled his clear black and white eyes, licked his dry lips, and the excitement on his face slowly subsided, replaced by an expression that said, "Brother, we need to think about this more deeply."

He nudged Ji Zuodao, who was still staring blankly at the swarm of mosquitoes, with his elbow, lowering his voice with a cautious probing tone and an undisguised mischievousness:

"Big brother...the quantity here is plentiful, so eat as much as you want."

He paused, his clear black and white eyes fixed on Ji Zuodao, and slowly uttered the second half of the sentence:

"So, shouldn't we start thinking about this 'quality' now?"

"quality?"

Ji Zuodao was taken aback at first, and then subconsciously repeated it.

Immediately, as if something had gently tapped the top of his head, he abruptly turned his head to look at Ji Zhengdao.

Eyes facing each other.

Ji Zuodao looked at his younger brother's black and white face and saw that knowing smile.

In a flash, he understood everything.

The higher the quality of the blood essence consumed by the Bloodwing Black Mosquito, the more ferocious its abilities become, and the faster it transforms.

In this godforsaken, godforsaken place...

Whose blood and energy are of the highest quality? Whose foundation is the deepest? Whose background is the most prestigious?

A name, almost instantly and with unparalleled clarity, struck Ji Zuodao's mind.

Who else could it be?

Besides our dear, just now, powerful director of Jinghai 749, who swept across the land with his star decree—

Zhang Yucheng, Director Zhang, who else could it be?!

The Dharma image of Venus, and a series of terrifying supernatural powers centered around the edicts of the star officials...

The minimum requirement is a Divine Power Realm expert!

Who knows, we might have already touched the threshold of that mysterious and profound divine treasure, and even stepped halfway in!

For the Bloodwing Black Mosquito, the essence and blood of such a person is more than just a potent tonic...

That's the legendary Nine-Turn Golden Elixir! It's a miraculous essence of creation that can turn stone into gold and transform the rotten into the miraculous!

Ji Zuodao's breathing became almost imperceptibly heavy for a moment.

Deep within his eyes, a glimmer of light, a mixture of fervor, apprehension, and immense allure, flashed and disappeared.

He stared at Ji Zhengdao for a full three breaths.

Then, he suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat complicated smile that also carried a hint of "you're really daring, kid."

"Alright... the right path."

Ji Zuodao's voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed a ruthless determination.

"Your courage... comes from me."

He withdrew his hand, patted off non-existent dust from the corner of his clothes, and then took out a cigarette, putting it in his mouth without lighting it, just holding it there vaguely.

His gaze had already drifted towards the gray-white stone house in the center of the camp.

"become."

He uttered a single word, crisp and decisive.

"Alright, let's go talk to Uncle Zhang. Let's see if he can help us get some angel investment for our startup project."

We went without hesitation.

Ji Zuodao led Ji Zhengdao on a leisurely stroll, and they returned to the stone house that Director Zhang used as a command post.

Director Zhang was looking at a map that looked like scribbles, drawn by who-knows-who. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyes but didn't seem surprised.

Instead, it carried a hint of knowing, "I knew you couldn't hold it in."

"Uncle Zhang, are you busy?" Ji Zuodao leaned closer, his face beaming with obedience.

"No rush, let's watch the monkeys."

Director Zhang put down the map, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Ji Zuodao was taken aback, chuckled dryly twice, and then cut to the chase.

"Well, Uncle Zhang, there's something I'd like to report to you."

Director Zhang slowly picked up the enamel mug on the table, blew away the foam, took a sip, and then raised his eyelids to look at the two young men in front of him who together could be missing dozens of wits.

"I just saw you two squatting in that corner, heads touching, whispering to each other, your hands never stopping... Are you done fiddling with it?"

He put down the jar, tapped his finger lightly on the table, and his smile was faint, but he didn't hide his interest in watching the fun.

"Come on, tell your uncle, what kind of outrageous idea have you come up with this time?"

To be honest, Director Zhang had mixed feelings about Ji Zuodao.

Appreciation, that's genuine appreciation.

Although he's only been in 749 for a month or so, the "good deeds" he's done have been more and more outrageous than the last.

Let's leave aside the distant past and talk about the recent past.

He single-handedly destroyed the Hehuan Sect's stronghold in Jinghai, causing rivers of blood to flow, and his fearsome reputation could stop children from crying at night overnight.

Just a few days later, another "combination of deadly blows" came down, turning all those fat, oily outsiders in the Jinghai area into their colleagues who had to use canes and rummage through garbage cans at the market.

Either of these two things is enough to prove—

This kid is definitely, absolutely, and certainly not someone to be trifled with.

Its heart was so black, it was the same color as oil that had been boiled in a sewer for eight hundred years.

That's incredibly shameless. You stand next to someone's ancestral grave, and people look at you and think, "Wow, whose ancestral grave is emitting auspicious smoke?"

But ironically, this wicked quality can get things done, things that others can't do or even dare to imagine.

It works great! It's fucking amazing!

Now, one Ji Zuodao isn't enough; now there's another inner demon that crawled out of his own heart and is clearly no good. The two of them are like brothers.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang.

These two cobblers are from the same root, and their minds are like honeycomb briquettes turned into spirits, each with more holes than the other.

Director Zhang was genuinely curious and somewhat expectant.

What kind of nonsense can those two little bastards possibly spout when they get together?