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

"Hmph, you've got some nerve."

Director Zhang looked at Ji Zhengdao, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Now let's get down to business. Why should we side with humanity? Don't try to fool me with that 'abandon darkness for light and a brighter future' nonsense."

Director Zhang picked up his teacup, blew on the foam, lifted his eyelids slightly, and added:

"If you keep spouting that nonsense, I'll throw you out and feed you to the mosquitoes. I mean it."

Ji Zhengdao's playful smile slowly faded, and he looked at Director Zhang with his clear black and white eyes, licking his slightly dry lips.

He knew he couldn't fool them anymore, so he told Director Zhang his demands.

"Replace this eeriness, and then cooperate with us, 749? In exchange, this land is yours?"

Director Zhang repeated himself, tapping his fingers lightly on the stone table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

"I understand. You want to shed your inner demons and adopt a more substantial and meaningful identity. You have quite the ambition."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming sharp:

"But why should we believe you? Throughout history, countless people have been fooled by the words of a demon, and their graves have been overgrown with weeds by now. You want me to gamble the lives of my men on the 'sincerity' of a demon like you?"

Ji Zhengdao opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Beside them, a hand was raised.

It is Ji Zuodao.

"Uncle Zhang,"

He lowered his hand, his nonchalant expression vanished, and his eyes became unusually serious.

"I'll vouch for him."

He pointed at Ji Zhengdao.

"If he dares to betray us, stab us in the back, or betray our own people..."

Ji Zuodao paused, then spoke clearly, word by word:

"I'll pay with my life."

The stone house was quiet for a moment.

Ji Zhengdao abruptly turned his head to look at his elder brother, his clear black and white eyes swirling with emotion. His lips moved, and he softly called out, "Brother..."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"You really believe him that much?"

Director Zhang didn't look at Ji Zhengdao, but stared intently at Ji Zuodao, his gaze sharp as if trying to see into his very heart.

"Xiao Ji, to be honest, there's a personality profile of you in Bureau 749."

"You're not someone who easily trusts others. You can laugh and joke with anyone on the surface, but deep down, you're always on edge around people. Otherwise, you wouldn't take that big black dog that can read minds with you wherever you go."

"So, you're now patting your chest and risking your life to vouch for a demon within yourself?"

Director Zhang leaned forward slightly, exuding an invisible pressure.

Give me a reason that can convince me.

Ji Zuodao met Director Zhang's gaze without flinching. Instead, he suddenly smiled, a smile that was both arrogant and ruthless, as if it were perfectly justified.

"Uncle Zhang, you're right, I don't really trust people."

"But I understand him."

He turned his head and glanced at Ji Zhengdao, whose eyes were a little red.

"He wouldn't dare to betray us."

"Because he knows better than anyone else—"

Ji Zuodao turned around, looked at Director Zhang, grinned, and his white teeth looked somewhat sinister in the dim light.

"If he really dares to stab me in the back, I will absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent drag him down with me before I die."

"Whether I see Seventh Master or Eighth Master depends on luck, but I certainly won't be lonely on the road."

Ji Zhengdao: "..."

The momentary feeling of being touched froze on my face.

Director Zhang: "..."

He glanced at Ji Zuodao, who had a "I'm very reasonable" look on his face, and then at Ji Zhengdao, who was standing next to him with a frozen expression, as if he was reassessing his brotherhood.

There was a full five or six seconds of silence.

Director Zhang slowly leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to rub his temples, and let out a long, deep breath.

"You two's relationship..."

He lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them, and finally, he let out a sigh that was both funny and exasperating.

"Is it good or bad?"

"Of course it's good!"

Ji Zuodao answered quickly, put his arm around Ji Zhengdao's shoulder, and shook him like two good brothers, his face beaming with a bright smile.

"Those who swore an oath before the statue of Guan Yu, those who chopped off a chicken's head and burned yellow paper!"

He leaned closer to Ji Zhengdao, speaking intimately and with a "kind" look in his eyes.

"Right, Zheng? We agreed to die on the same day, in the same month, in the same year. I've always remembered that. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Ji Zhengdao felt the strength of the hand on his shoulder and looked at his older brother's smiling face, which was so close to him and seemed to say, "You dare to say you forgot and try it."

He swallowed hard, forced a genuinely "sincere" smile onto his sharply defined face, and nodded vigorously.

"I'll never forget it! Big brother! I'll never forget it, even if you beat me to death! We have to die together! We absolutely have to!"

Director Zhang watched this touching scene of brotherly love and respect, picked up his teacup, and silently took a sip.

Hmm, the tea leaves are a bit astringent.

He finally understood the "brotherly bond" between these two guys.

Stronger than steel wire rope, more poisonous than arsenic.

If we tie them together, we might actually succeed.

This is probably how they get along...

It's a bit exhausting.

"Alright, since you're willing to risk your life to vouch for him, then I'll risk my hundred-odd pounds and go crazy with you guys this once."

Director Zhang didn't say anything more. He simply rolled up his sleeves and stretched them out in front of the two men, as casually as someone queuing up for a vaccine at a disease control center.

Ji Zuodao grinned, not being coy at all, and turned to whistle a short, soft whistle towards the door.

The next second, the deep "buzzing" sound outside the door suddenly approached, as if a dark cloud pressing down on the city had found a crack, and it surged into the stone house in a dense, overwhelming manner!

"You little rascal, you're not being polite at all."

Director Zhang chuckled and cursed for a moment, but before he could finish speaking, the first batch of blood-winged black mosquitoes had already landed precisely on his body.

He felt the subtle sensation of the mouthparts piercing his skin, but his expression remained unchanged, even displaying a calm "it's nothing special" demeanor.

A cultivator at the Divine Power Realm, what's there to fear about losing a little bit of blood and energy? At worst, they'll be drained dry, but they'll have plenty of resurrection coins.

But the thought had barely crossed his mind...

A strange, indescribable tingling warmth suddenly surged from the bite site throughout my entire body without warning!

The feeling was not pain at all, but rather... rather, it was like some kind of ultimate comfort being forcibly injected into the bloodstream, rushing straight to the top of the head!

"uh-huh……"

A nasal sound, barely suppressed and certainly not one that should have come from Director Zhang's mouth, trembled noticeably and resonated in the quiet stone house.

The composure on Director Zhang's face froze instantly.

He turned his head slowly, extremely slowly, his neck seemingly making a stiff "click" sound.

Those eyes, which were always gentle and peaceful, were now like sharp swords tempered with ice, precisely fixed on Ji Zuodao's face.

His gaze was filled with the word "explanation," followed by countless exclamation marks radiating murderous intent.

The smile on Ji Zuodao's face froze completely the moment he heard that "humph".

He shrank back, a chill ran down his spine, and his mind went blank, with only one thought flashing through his mind:

That's it! You bastard!

How could I have forgotten about that?!

The Bloodwing Black Mosquito inherited the core ability of the Soul-Eating Gu King, which enabled it to secrete a substance that brings pleasure to the very core when it sucks blood!

Even a single mosquito can send shivers down your spine and make you feel like you're floating on air...

Now, with the room half full and thousands of people swarming in...

Ji Zuodao's vision went black.

Oh my god...

Is Director Zhang going to be literally pleasured to death here today?!