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

Ever since Zhang Dajuzuo, this true god, returned to his position, the land of Jinghai has been unusually quiet for several days.

Ji Zuodao, as usual, patrolled the streets every day.

Basically, he was just walking around on a winter street with his hands tucked in, leading his dog, and with a quiet little Qiqi following behind.

It is euphemistically called: deterring villains and maintaining public order.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, every household is starting to decorate with lanterns and colorful decorations and prepare for the holiday. The festive atmosphere in the streets and alleys is growing stronger day by day.

Ji Zuodao felt like a kitten's paw was scratching at his heart.

It's not that I'm looking forward to the New Year—

He has never been interested in that kind of festive and joyous talk about family reunions.

He was hoping to take advantage of the period around the New Year, when people's hearts were unsettled and evil spirits were more likely to emerge, to make another quick buck.

The Spirit Palace made a fortune last time, but this stuff is like money, who would complain about having too much?

"Why isn't there anyone blind enough to cause trouble?"

On the fourth day, as the sun began to set and it was time to leave work, Ji Zuodao squatted on the curb, a dry blade of grass he had picked from who-knows-where dangling from his mouth, gazing at the steaming roasted chestnut stall across the street, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Even if it's just petty theft or snatching a child's candied hawthorn, every little bit helps..."

"Woof."

The dog lying next to him lifted its eyelids and lazily glanced at him, its eyes clearly saying, "Are you bored out of your mind?"

Qiqi squatted down next to Ji Zuodao, her little hands supporting her chin. She looked at her brother, then at the street scene, and yawned.

Ji Zuodao is completely delusional.

They don't even look at what state Jinghai is in now.

In the past, sects and independent cultivators were like monkeys ruling the mountain when the tiger was away, but things are different now.

His wicked son, who had previously made an example of someone, was infamous and his influence still lingered.

Right after that, Zhang Daju, the true mountain king, returned to the mountains.

He sat down there.

Without a word being spoken, the legend of the Blood Hand Butcher from back then automatically began to play on repeat in the community.

With these two formidable figures in charge, let alone causing trouble, even those sects and independent cultivators with a "criminal record" in Jinghai are now walking on tiptoe.

They consciously lowered their voices by eight octaves when they spoke, afraid that if they made even the slightest noise, they would be misunderstood as trying to cause trouble.

What's more, the Chinese New Year is just around the corner.

Why stir up trouble at this critical juncture?

Anyone who hasn't been slammed in a door, kicked by a donkey, or had water in their head knows they should keep a low profile and get through the year peacefully.

So, for several days in a row, everything was calm and peaceful.

The calm surroundings left Ji Zuodao, who was focused on generating revenue, with a faint sense of melancholy, as if a hero had no place to use his talents.

"Well, another day wasted."

As it was almost time to leave work, Ji Zuodao patted his butt, stood up, and stretched out his legs, his joints cracking as he did so.

"Let's go back, it seems we can't expect to earn any extra money today..."

He turned away listlessly, ready to call Dog and Qiqi to head home.

At this very moment—

"Ugh—!"

"boom!"

"Jingle bells—!!"

Several sounds, blurred by distance but still discernible as collisions of spiritual energy and the clash of metal, mixed with a short, forcibly suppressed groan of pain, drifted faintly over on the slightly chilly winter evening breeze.

The direction... seems to be in the old town area, just two streets away.

Ji Zuodao's ears perked up instantly, turning precisely to the source of the sound like radar.

The languor and disappointment on his face vanished without a trace, like a fallen leaf swept away by a strong wind.

Instead, there was a mixture of astonishment, realization, and an undeniable...

Excited.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes suddenly brightening in the darkening sky, like two small light bulbs that had been suddenly switched on.

"Huh?!"

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth that gleamed with a hint of something less than benevolent in the twilight.

"That commotion..."

"A customer?!"

"No, no..."

He muttered to himself, quickly correcting himself, but his smile grew even brighter, tinged with the genuine joy of finally getting a "year-end revenue-generating project" to his doorstep.

"We've got a mission!"

"Walk!"

He waved to Dog Master and Qi Qi, then leaped off in the direction the sound came from.

That silhouette exuded the eagerness and elation of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey or a fly swarming to a crack.

Dog slowly stood up and shook his fur.

Qiqi immediately took off with her short legs, pattering along, closely following behind her brother.

From the direction of the old town, the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy and the sounds of fighting seemed to become clearer.

Ji Zuodao ran at the front, the night wind blowing his bangs back. His eyes gleamed, and his mind was already racing with calculations:

"Working overtime during the Chinese New Year..."

"The performance fee, the compensation for emotional distress, the meal allowance..."

"Shouldn't you at least... charge a little more?"

Ji Zuodao moved extremely fast, and in a few leaps he had already traversed two streets and alleys, following the place where the spiritual energy fluctuations were the strongest.

As soon as we turned into a secluded, narrow alley in the old town, piled with clutter, the sounds of fighting suddenly became clear.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was followed by the crashing sound of bricks and stones shattering.

Deep in the alley, two figures were locked in combat, their movements so fast that they left afterimages in the twilight.

Ji Zuodao stopped in his tracks, not rushing forward, but quickly hiding behind a pile of broken wooden planks in the corner, only peeking out half of his head, his eyes narrowed, and a faint blue light quietly flowed in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, I burst out laughing.

Neither of the two sides fighting on the field are human!

One of them was a charming and alluring woman with a captivating figure.

She held a pale white bone sword that exuded a chilling aura. Her moves were fierce and unpredictable, and the air seemed to freeze in a thin layer of frost wherever the sword light passed.

However, in Ji Zuodao's spiritual vision, this woman was surrounded by a demonic aura.

Looking at her bone sword, it's less like she's holding it and more like it's extending from her palm; it's practically a part of her body!

"Is a skeleton attaining enlightenment?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

That's quite rare.

It is common for plants, trees, rocks and mountains to become spirits, but it is truly remarkable that this skeletal being, having gathered its soul and solidified its form, could cultivate to such a level.

What incredible luck and what incredible destiny must that have taken?

His gaze shifted to another person.

Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He was a tall, robust man with a head of fiery red hair... a foreigner.

With a high nose and deep-set eyes, the pupils of which were an eerie dark gold, he was now bare-handed, clashing head-on with the bone sword of the skeletal woman.

"clang!"

He struck the bone sword with his bare fist, which produced a loud, metallic clang and sent sparks flying.

This physical strength is outrageous.

But what's even more outrageous is the "smell" on him.

In Ji Zuodao's eyes, the red-haired foreigner's aura was soaring, yet it was so chaotic and disordered that it was outrageous!

The aura of blood and energy was like a spilled palette, with red, black, gray, gold, cyan... several completely different auras churning, intertwining, tearing and devouring each other.

Distinguish carefully...

A foul, violent stench emanated from it; it was definitely a werewolf.

A chilling, foul smell wafted through the air; the stench of vampires filled the nostrils.

He knew about these two foreign species; the master chef had caught two of them before and dissected them for research.

Wait, there's a lingering smell... Hmm? Why does it feel like the demonic energy native to our East?

There was a faint scent of fox fur, a snake's stench, and even what seemed to be a hint of... Wong Tai Sin's urine?

What the hell is this monstrosity?