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

Zhang Yucheng exhaled another breath of stale air, but this time, the breath was warm.

A surge of pent-up desire, or rather, a restlessness born from being forcibly brought to the peak of pleasure with nowhere to vent it.

A mixture of anger—anger at this godforsaken place, at those inner demons, and at the long-suppressed frustration of their current predicament—suddenly ignited!

plan?

Taking it one step at a time?

Refined and easygoing, planning carefully before acting?

Fuck it!

Right now, all I want to do is fight!

I just want to pin those bastards across the street—they look like they crawled out of a black-and-white TV—to the ground and grind them to a pulp! In the most brutal and direct way possible!

"Old Zhao."

Zhang Yucheng suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a resolute tone.

Zhao Shanhe was still stroking his beard, trying to regain his ethereal and otherworldly persona, when he heard this, he lifted his eyelids and said, "Hmm?"

"Please, make your loudest noise possible,"

Zhang Yucheng pointed to the relatively open space in the center of the camp.

"Give me everyone here, whether they're from 749 or the Zhao family, as long as they're still breathing!"

Zhao Shanhe paused, then looked at his old friend.

The usual gentle and peaceful demeanor on Zhang Yucheng's face had vanished, replaced by a restlessness and ruthlessness that he hadn't seen in many years.

Like a volcano that has been dormant for too long, it suddenly decides to erupt today, and is prepared to unleash a spectacular display of fireworks.

"You..." Zhao Shanhe hesitated for a moment, "What do you want?"

"what?"

Zhang Yucheng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile devoid of warmth. He raised his hand and pointed to the shadowy black and white figures wandering in the distance under the gray sky.

"Let's deal with those bastards' inner demons!"

"Now! Immediately! Right now!"

His eyes were sharp as knives, scraping across Zhao Shanhe's face.

"I've been holding in a lot of anger, I need to vent!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at the real, flickering flame in his old friend's eyes.

I savored the lingering, strangely pleasurable sensation within me that hadn't fully subsided and made my legs weak...

He remained silent for three seconds.

then.

"good!"

Zhao Shanhe nodded heavily.

next moment--

"All personnel under the 749th Bureau of Jinghai and the Zhao family! Attend to my command!"

A clear whistle, not a roar, but like the grand sound of a great bell or the cry of a crane in the heavens, pierced through the low gray-white mist above the camp with unparalleled clarity, echoing in every stone house and every corner, precisely reaching the ears of everyone!

The voice was infused with pure spiritual power, carrying an undeniable summoning intent, and even made the air tremble slightly!

"Camp center! Assemble—!!!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Figures emerged from the stone house, leaped from their posts, or awoke from meditation, filled with surprise and confusion.

But more than anything, it was the sharpness that had been suddenly ignited after a long period of tension, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, rapidly converging towards the open space in the center of the camp!

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, a dense crowd of people had already gathered.

There were about a hundred people, men and women, including investigators wearing 749 standard combat uniforms and clansmen wearing the traditional Qi-cultivating robes of the Zhao family.

Most of them wore signs of weariness and hardship, the result of being trapped for so long.

But at this moment, every pair of eyes looked toward the slightly higher rock in front of the open space, toward the two figures standing side by side on the rock—Zhang Yucheng and Zhao Shanhe.

Director Zhang stood there, the firelight casting an inconspicuous glow on half of his face.

He straightened his slightly disheveled crane cloak, a few strands of hair falling across his forehead.

Looking at his brothers who were trapped in this godforsaken place with him, the pent-up frustration he had just brought from the stone house, mixed with an overload of "pleasure," finally found a reasonable outlet.

"Gentlemen!"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"How long have we been stuck in this godforsaken place?"

He glanced at the crowd, and without waiting for a reply, continued speaking to himself.

"Every day I have to eat takeout meals that's been declassified as 'food,' and during the day I have to be wary of those inhuman, ghostly inner demons and eerie creatures. At night, I have to listen to their wailing outside the rocks!"

"Who are we? We are investigators from Bureau 749! We are Qi cultivators from the Zhao family! We are legitimate people who receive government salaries, abide by the rules, and protect the peace of this area!"

"But what about now? Stuck in this tiny place, playing guerrilla warfare with a bunch of shadowy creatures, and having to calculate how many more times I can die with my resurrection coins!"

The more he spoke, the faster he became, and the anger that had been suppressed in his voice burned brighter and brighter. All pretense of gentleness and demeanor as a bureau chief was thrown to the winds.

"I've had enough!"

He suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the faintly swaying black and white figures under the gray-white sky.

"They're disgusting us, blocking our doorstep every day! Today they smash our pots and pans, tomorrow they snipe our whistles, like toads crawling on our feet—they don't bite, but they're just annoying!"

"In the past, we couldn't find a solution; we had to endure, wait, and follow the rules here."

His tone suddenly shifted, and a smile that was almost ferocious, a mixture of pleasure and ruthlessness, appeared on his face.

But now, things are different!

He grabbed Ji Zuodao, who was trying to make himself less noticeable, put his arm around his shoulder, and patted Ji Zuodao's chest hard with his fingers, making a loud thud.

"This kid has found a loophole in the rules of this godforsaken place! He used resurrection coins to raise something... incredible!"

Ji Zuodao was slapped so hard he grimaced, but dared not utter a sound.

"Aren't those black-and-white TVs that have come to life trying to cheat us by claiming they can come back to life?"

Director Zhang released Ji Zuodao, took a step forward, and scanned each face that was gradually regaining color and whose eyes were beginning to shine.

"Today! Let's play dirty tricks on them!"

"Let them taste what it means to have more people bully fewer! Let them know what it means to be resurrected once and beaten again! Beat them until their resurrection coins are all gone, beat them until they tremble at the sight of us!"

"Just one question—"

He took a deep breath, the veins on his neck bulging slightly, and with all his might, he roared out all the pent-up emotions in his chest:

"Don't you want to vent this pent-up frustration you've been holding in for so long?!"

"think--!!!"

After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted, like a long-suppressed volcano bursting forth!

The hundred or so people, whether investigators or Qi practitioners, young or old, all had bloodshot eyes, waving their arms and roaring.

It was as if all the fear, anxiety, and resentment of the past years were being released with this roar!

The flames leaped wildly across their fanatical faces.

"Fuck him!"

"Chief! Lead us in!"

"Tear those bastards apart!"

The crowd was agitated and their blood was boiling.

Tactics and caution were completely forgotten.

At this moment, all they wanted to do was follow the bureau chief in front of them, who had always been refined and easy-going but was now rolling up his sleeves and spouting vulgarities, to smash those disgusting things of the people opposite them to pieces!

"good!"

Director Zhang slapped his thigh hard, his face devoid of its usual gentleness, replaced by pure, almost wild excitement.

"Grab your weapons! Get me!"

He turned around, grabbed Ji Zuodao by the back of the neck, and pulled him forward like a chick, his voice filled with undisguised, vicious anticipation:

"Kid, it's your turn to perform."

"Let those bastards over there see what our mosquitoes are like and experience their power!"

the other side.

Numerous figures, clearly distinguished by their black and white colors and exuding a chilling aura, wandered and whispered within, like a moving swamp of shadows.

Suddenly, all the inner demons stopped moving at the same time and turned in a certain direction.

A dull, rhythmic tremor came from the ground.