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

An investigator with a full beard was wiping his face haphazardly with his sleeve while shouting and crying.

"I...I've been eating takeout for three whole years in this godforsaken place!"

"Three years! And it's still the same brand! I feel like throwing up just looking at that packaging! I even dream about that industrial fragrance!"

Upon hearing this, a young Qi cultivator from the Zhao family standing nearby nodded vigorously, his eyes reddening, his voice trembling with tears:

"That's nothing! I... I live in that stone house, and I have to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed at night, afraid that if I close my eye, an old woman with a cat's face will grow out of the corner and touch my face!"

"Who can argue with that!"

A female investigator, wiping away tears, added through gritted teeth:

"Even going out for a stroll is nerve-wracking! Last week, I was just around the corner when I bumped right into a giant eyeball. It floated right up to me, its face almost touching my nose! It nearly scared the wits out of me!"

Once this was mentioned, everyone immediately started talking, and the resentment and grievances that had been building up for who knows how long poured out like a flood.

"What's most damning are those bastards with their inner demons!"

A bald investigator, his eyes red, spoke with a voice filled with grief and indignation:

"Fight if you want to fight! They're even using psychological tactics! They specifically target and expose your most shameful, secret thoughts!"

He pointed to a colleague next to him, whose face was flushed red and who wished he could bury his head in the ground:

"Old Wang! Tell me! Did they even reveal that you have a crush on Xiao Liu's wife from the next-door Action Team 3, and that you secretly put breakfast on her desk every day?!"

The investigator surnamed Wang, who was named, jumped up with a scream, his face turning a deep purplish-red:

"Shut up! You have the nerve to talk back to me?! Didn't they also broadcast that you were secretly watching 'The Domineering CEO Falls in Love with Me' in your dorm late at night and even cried?!"

"I was studying the enemy's situation!"

"I was just trying to understand the hardships of ordinary people!"

The two argued heatedly, each revealing the other's shortcomings.

But as they argued, seeing each other's disheveled yet excited appearance, they both burst out laughing at the same time, and as they laughed, their eyes reddened again.

Laughing through tears, crying through laughter.

The fear, frustration, loneliness, and the embarrassment and shame of being publicly stripped bare by inner demons over the years...

All emotions, mixed with tears and snot, were released without reservation at this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying gradually subsided, and the laughter became hoarse.

An elderly Zhao family cultivator, with graying hair, suddenly wiped his face violently with his sleeve, sniffed, and gazed at the still gray but seemingly less suffocating sky, muttering:

"Finally... I can go out."

These words, though spoken lightly, felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"I miss my mom's scallion pancakes..."

A young investigator said in a low voice.

"I miss my daughter. She was only this tall when she came in, and now... she should be in school by now, right?" Another man gestured, his voice trembling slightly.

"My wife..." A man squatting on the ground buried his face in his arms, his shoulders trembling slightly, "I promised her that I would definitely go back to make dumplings with her for the New Year..."

Chinese New Year?

This word was like a subtle electric current, passing through everyone's numb nerves.

"Outside...is it almost Chinese New Year?"

Someone asked hesitantly.

"It seems... to be soon, right? It was late autumn when I came in..."

"So it must be the twelfth lunar month now?"

"It's almost the twelfth lunar month, time to prepare for the New Year."

"I don't know if it'll be too late to rush out and buy New Year's goods now."

"There's still time, there's definitely still time!"

A female investigator, her eyes red, nodded vigorously, as if encouraging herself and comforting everyone else.

"Let's go out now! We'll go shopping! We'll buy the best meat, the reddest couplets, and the loudest firecrackers!"

"Yes! Get out! Get out now!"

"Going home! For the Chinese New Year!"

Someone shouted it out first, and then everyone else joined in.

A hoarse, choked cry, yet filled with boundless longing and joy, echoed for a long time in this land that had been barren for so long.

Come back home.

New year.

Four words that are both so ordinary and so precious.

For this group of people who have been trapped in this place for too long, accompanied by their inner demons and the eerie, this is the grandest and warmest celebration at this moment.

The pale light of the sky seemed to reveal a long-lost, faint warmth amidst the noisy and sincere shouts.

Zhang Yucheng scanned the area twice and finally found the two brothers squatting on the ground, heads touching, in a corner of the chaotic battlefield.

Ji Zuodao held the bulging human skin bag in his hands, pulling out warm spirit palace orbs one by one, his eyes almost disappearing from his smile.

Ji Zhengdao squatted down beside him, occasionally reaching out to sort things out, looking every bit like a loyal "deputy financial director".

Beside them, two Qiqi each held a Spirit Palace Light Orb, bouncing it back and forth, having a great time. Their little faces were expressionless, but their eyes were bright and sparkling.

Dog was slumped on a rock a little further away, its tongue lolling out and its belly rising and falling slightly, looking utterly exhausted and saying, "I'm exhausted, don't bother me."

Zhang Yucheng walked over, his boots making a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the gravel.

He first glanced at the mountain of spirit palaces piled up in Ji Zuodao's arms, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Little Princess."

Zhang Yucheng cleared his throat, his voice carrying the relief of the battle and a hint of barely perceptible emotion.

"Well done. Thanks to you all, this year... we can finally have a peaceful New Year and enjoy a reunion dinner."

Ji Zuodao quickly pulled Linggong into his arms, his miserly expression instantly transforming into a simple and honest young man's smile:

"Uncle Zhang, you're right. It's all thanks to the excellent organization and command, and everyone working so hard. I just tagged along and got a little bit of the work, hehe..."

Zhang Yucheng ignored his glib talk and turned his gaze to Ji Zhengdao, who was sitting upright next to him, trying his best to make a "I am very reliable" expression.

"And you, Ji Zhengdao, right?" he asked calmly.

"I will report the subsequent handling of this land and the identity of your collaborator to my superiors truthfully, explaining the situation in detail."

He paused, then gave a definite answer:

"Don't worry, this time, our Jinghai 749 Bureau, and the Zhao family, are all indebted to you brothers, and we'll vouch for you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zhengdao's face immediately broke into an excessively bright smile. He rubbed his hands together and said repeatedly:

"Oh! Thank you so much, Director Zhang! Thank you for the organization's trust! Rest assured, I, Ji Zhengdao, will definitely turn over a new leaf and become a human being again! I will actively cooperate with all the organization's arrangements! I will never go west when the direction is east, nor north when the direction is south!"

Zhang Yucheng waved his hand, interrupting his declaration of loyalty, and asked:

"Besides this, do you have any other thoughts or requests? Please state them all. If it's feasible, the bureau will do its best to accommodate you."