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

As Ji Zhengdao refined that core, eerie authority,

The gray-white area trembled slightly, as if some invisible constraint had quietly loosened.

In the distance, the inner demons that had been frantically fighting back and trying to hold everyone back all froze.

They looked at each other.

Well, if there's no future in it, what's the point of striving anymore?

They couldn't win a fight, and they couldn't escape.

"Tsk, boring."

A demon glanced at the swarm of blood-winged black mosquitoes that still blotted out the sky and buzzed around him, smacked his lips, and revealed a look of world-weariness on his face.

It immediately dispersed the gray-white light around its body, shut down its Dharma form, and returned to the appearance of an ordinary black and white figure, even shrugging its hands in a very nonchalant manner.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. I'd rather be beaten to a pulp by you bunch of roughnecks."

"I'd rather lie down and let the mosquitoes bite me to death. At least in the end... I can still have a few rounds of pleasure, right?"

These words were like stirring up a hornet's nest.

"That makes sense!"

"That's right! We're going to die anyway, might as well choose a more comfortable position!"

"Come on, mosquito brothers! Bite here! Bite them to death! Don't be shy! There are plenty of resurrection coins."

In an instant, the remaining inner demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm responded one after another, quickly dispelling their Dharma Aspects, lying down on the ground, and adopting a "please enjoy" attitude.

They were too lazy to even struggle anymore.

Anyway, if you resist, you'll just get beaten up and drained, but if you don't resist, you can go straight into the "pleasure death" process.

They know exactly what they're doing.

When an army is defeated, it collapses like a mountain falling; when a tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

The tide is gone.

In the center of the battlefield, the last bit of unwilling starlight in the eyes of the gray-white Venus Dharma Image, which had been tightly locked by the Golden Rope and the Zhou Tian Star Array, slowly extinguished.

It silently glanced at the radiant main body opposite it, then swept its gaze over the inner demons who had already lay down and let things settle.

The light of the Dharma form receded, transforming into a figure identical to Zhang Yucheng, only in a grayish-white hue.

It gave up all resistance, allowing the blood-winged black mosquitoes, which were already starving and thirsty, to crawl all over its body and pierce it with their mouthparts.

But those greyish-white eyes remained fixed on Zhang Yucheng, his voice dry yet clear:

"This time... you win."

"It's nothing more than relying on that wicked brat's cunning and the strange tricks and ingenious schemes that your Bureau 749 has been devising behind the scenes."

It paused, then gave a cold, emotionless laugh.

"The path of spiritual practice is long and arduous, with towering mountains and flowing rivers."

"Zhang Yucheng, we... will meet again sooner or later."

Zhang Yucheng didn't remove his Dharma form; he just looked down at his own inner demon, which was being overwhelmed by mosquitoes and only had its head sticking out.

Hearing the other party's stiff, polite words, a very strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but was forcibly holding it back.

"Brother."

He raised his hand and pointed around, his tone filled with the genuine joy of sharing good things with friends.

"Listen, listen to this noise."

All around, the inner demons who lay there enduring the mosquito bites began to emit suppressed yet lingering groans, panting, and even sobbing cries of "It feels so good!" as they were bitten by the swarm of mosquitoes, creating a bizarre symphony.

"Look at them, they just scream when they feel good. It's no fun for them to hold it in."

Zhang Yucheng spoke earnestly, as if advising a shy old friend.

"Look at them, how honest and straightforward they are."

A vein bulged visibly on the forehead of the gray-white inner demon.

It felt the indescribable, eerie pleasure flowing into its body through its mouthparts, its teeth grinding together as it squeezed out a few words:

"I'm not happy at all!"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Yucheng raised an eyebrow, his smile growing even warmer, and turned to shout towards Ji Zuodao deep within the sea of ​​mosquitoes:

"Little Princess—!"

"Here! Add another hour! More mosquitoes! Make sure my old friend is thoroughly pampered, inside and out!"

"Alright! Uncle Zhang, just you wait and see!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up, and his response was crisp and clear.

He had been coveting this inner demon for a long time.

What are they coveting?

Of course, they're after the spiritual palace of our Director Zhang, who possesses the inner demon of the Divine Power Realm!

What kind of quality would a demon of this level possess, with its spiritual palace formed from the essence of its being?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

At that moment, I couldn't care less about playing around with the two Qiqis; my mind was racing.

Large numbers of blood-winged black mosquitoes, already starving and impatient, surged toward the gray-white demon like a black torrent that had received the highest command.

They were practically sucking it dry, leaving only a skin, no, they wanted to squeeze out even two ounces of oil from the skin!

"Zhang Yucheng—!!!"

The gray-white demon, feeling the sudden increase in the dense array of mouthparts on its body, and the bizarre pleasure that doubled with each surge, making its scalp tingle and its bones feel weak, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He let out a roar that was a mixture of anger, frustration, and a hint of indescribable tremor:

"Fuck your grandpa!!!"

"Ah, that's right."

Zhang Yucheng nodded with a smile, as if he had heard a satisfactory answer.

"It feels so good to vent my anger."

He stood with his hands behind his back, leisurely watching his inner demon tremble and grit its teeth in the sea of ​​mosquitoes, then added one last sentence:

"Don't worry, our old man is in good health, you can take your time enjoying yourself."

"Little Ji, keep going, don't stop. Make sure our old friend feels right at home, comes in high spirits, and dies in high spirits."

As Zhang Dajuzuo's inner demon went through a dozen or so rounds of seemingly reluctant but actually welcoming sounds, he felt "comfortable."

Finally, having exhausted its last resurrection coin, with an indescribable complex expression—a mixture of relief and a strange sense of satisfaction—it turned to ashes.

The last wisps of grayish-white light drifted away amidst the low buzzing of the mosquito sea.

The battlefield finally fell completely silent.

Apart from the ceaseless flapping of the wings of the bloodwinged black mosquito, there was no other noise.

There were no roars of inner demons, no explosions of magic, and no muffled thuds of fists and feet hitting flesh.

Those things that were black and white, noisy and annoying, always pointing out people's shortcomings, and popping up every now and then to disgust people, are finally... all gone.

A dead silence.

The surviving investigators from Bureau 749 and the Qi practitioners from the Zhao family stood still, looking around blankly.

My gaze swept over this gray, desolate land that had been oppressive for countless years, over those familiar yet unfamiliar jagged stone houses, and over the perpetually dark and indistinct sky above.

After a few seconds of absolute silence.

"Waaaaah..."

It's unclear who started it, but suppressed, choked sobs broke the silence like pebbles thrown into still water.

Then, it was like toppling the first domino.

Someone collapsed to the ground, covered their face, their shoulders heaving violently, and burst into tears.

Someone looked up at the gray sky, opened their mouth, but couldn't make a decent sound; only hot tears streamed down their dirty cheeks.

Many others, their faces still stained with blood and sweat, grinned, revealing smiles that were more like cries than actual crying, tears streaming down their faces as they laughed.

"Ha...hahaha...finally...finally it's fucking over!"