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

Ji Zuodao's lips twitched as he watched, his heart pounding with rage.

How unscrupulous, how benevolent, and how courageous in exploring the mysteries of life must our ancestors have been to create such a bizarre creature that combines the essence and dregs of both Eastern and Western evils?

"Good heavens..."

Ji Zuodao couldn't help but mutter to himself, his eyes filled with academic inquiry and a burning light as if he had seen rare experimental materials.

"Werewolves, vampires, foxes, snakes, weasels... how the hell did all this hybridization happen? Are you putting on a biodiversity exhibition here?"

"You've got something..."

Ji Zuodao's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He suddenly remembered that his master chef's greatest hobby was dissecting all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Especially rare species with abnormal bloodlines and unique structures.

In the master chef's words, "This is a walking blueprint, a living textbook. I can't sleep soundly at night without cutting it open to see how it grows inside!"

This red-haired hybrid is simply the perfect New Year's gift tailor-made for the master chef!

If you pack it up and take it back, the head chef might be in a good mood and pull out some good stuff from his hidden stash to reward you.

Ji Zuodao was making his own calculations, and his gaze toward the red-haired foreigner had changed from curiosity to greed.

Seeing the red-haired foreign devil being forced to retreat repeatedly by the white-clad woman's vicious sword move, his movements slowing down, Ji Zuodao's heart skipped a beat.

No, I can't watch anymore!

If this fighting continues, the living New Year's gift will probably be reduced to a mangled specimen!

If the condition is bad, the value will be reduced!

"Stop! All of you, stop right now!"

The woman in white paused, looked at Ji Zuodao, and lowered her bone sword slightly.

Is that outfit from 749?

The red-haired foreigner was clearly impatient. He glared at Ji Zuodao with his dark gold eyes and rattled off a string of words, spitting all over Ji Zuodao's face.

He spoke extremely fast, in a very high-pitched voice, and with great emotion, but unfortunately Ji Zuodao didn't understand a single word.

I vaguely caught a few syllables that were repeated frequently, such as "fuck", "shit", "madfuck".

"What is it? Speak like a human." Ji Zuodao frowned and picked at his ear.

"I can't understand bird language. This is Jinghai, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, understand? Speak Mandarin, or your local dialect is fine too."

Seeing his reaction, the red-haired foreigner became even more arrogant, unleashing a series of loud and dramatic roars, accompanied by gesturing wildly, his face full of undisguised contempt and irritability.

Ji Zuodao turned to the woman in white beside him and raised his chin: "Hey, you skeleton, what is he saying? Translate for me."

The woman in white remained silent for two seconds before speaking truthfully:

"He frequently inquired about your mother's health and questioned the purity of your bloodline and the soundness of your mind. He also made some analogies involving reproductive organs and excrement, which I will not repeat here."

Ji Zuo said: "...?"

He blinked, processing what he'd just said, then turned to look at the red-haired foreigner who was still cursing incessantly, his expression one of disbelief:

"Really? This foreigner... is insulting me?"

"Judging from the semantics and the sentiment, yes."

The woman in white asserted, and even "kindly" added, "and the wording was extremely vulgar."

At this moment, Dog Master also strode over from the other end of the alley, leading the quiet Qi Qi.

It glanced at the red-haired foreigner who was still spouting trash talk, then gave a sidelong look to the somewhat bewildered Ji Zuodao, sneered, and shook its head:

"See? These days, if you don't have any education, you even have to rely on a translator to get scolded. Isn't that shameful?"

"What the hell..."

Ji Zuodao was momentarily speechless. Just as he was about to retort, the red-haired foreigner extended a finger, almost poking Ji Zuodao's nose, and shouted, word by word, in an extremely awkward but barely audible tone:

"Yellow-skinned monkey!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The alleyway suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

The bewilderment and confusion on Ji Zuodao's face vanished instantly, like the receding tide.

He slowly raised his hand and gently brushed aside the finger that was almost poking his nose, a movement that could even be described as gentle.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the red-haired foreigner's face, which was contorted with rage and agitation.

Suddenly, he grinned.

It wasn't the usual sly or calculating smile, but a very pure smile, even carrying a hint of "I see, that makes things easier."

"You should have said so earlier."

He laughed, his voice not loud, but unusually clear in the quiet alley.

"If you had said that earlier, I would have understood."

He patted non-existent dust off his hands, as if he had just finished a friendly exchange.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something important, he suppressed his smile, looked at the red-haired foreigner very seriously, and said in a casual tone, as if discussing what to have for dinner:

"Oh, right, there's something I need to tell you in advance."

"My master craftsman likes peace and quiet, especially when he's doing research, he can't stand noise."

He paused, his gaze falling on the red-haired foreigner's mouth, which was still opening and closing, seemingly preparing to continue saying "fuck." His eyes were gentle, even carrying a hint of "thinking of you."

"So, later..."

"We need to remove your tongue first."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty good at cooking, I'll be quick."

The red-haired foreigner's fury froze for a moment, seemingly not fully understanding the abrupt change in the conversation, but he noticed Ji Zuodao's dismissive expression.

He was overwhelmed by a furious rage at being utterly despised!

"Fuck you!!!"

With a roar, he disregarded everything, his fist tearing through the air, carrying a foul stench, and slammed down hard towards Ji Zuodao's smiling face!

This time, the woman in white did not move, but silently took two steps back.

People from 749 are not to be trifled with, especially those from Jinghai 749. It's best to stay away and avoid getting yourselves covered in blood.

Dog yawned, lay down on the spot, rested its head on its front paws, and assumed a spectator's pose.

Qiqi tilted her little face up, her big eyes unblinking.

Facing the fist that rapidly enlarged in his vision, its aura chaotic yet incredibly violent, Ji Zuodao's smile remained unchanged.

"It's the Lunar New Year..."

"He insists on signing his own name in the Book of Death."

Before he could finish speaking...

He casually raised his right hand, fingers spread, neither dodging nor avoiding, and went straight for the fist.

The movements were slow, even somewhat understated.

next moment.

Fist and palm touch.

The expected dull thud of bones breaking did not come.

There was only a faint, almost inaudible "pop" sound, like a bubble bursting.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment at the instant of contact.

The red-haired foreigner's frenzied charge suddenly froze!

His fist, powerful enough to bend a steel plate, was being held firmly and steadily in the palm of a long, slender, fair hand with well-defined knuckles.

Not an inch can be advanced.

It felt as if I had been plunged into a bottomless, yet indestructible swamp.

The red-haired foreigner's dark golden pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, filled with disbelief and horror.

He desperately tried to channel the chaotic power within his body...

But the hand in front of the fist remained completely still.

Ji Zuodao thrust his knee upwards, slamming it squarely into the red-haired foreigner's stomach.

"Well--!"

The red-haired foreigner's eyes suddenly bulged out, and a strange muffled sound came from his throat as the acidic fluid mixed with the smell of blood gushed out of his stomach.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and his legs went weak, and he was about to kneel down.

Before her knees even touched the ground, a long, slender, fair hand grabbed her neck, gripping it like an iron clamp and lifting her up.

With lightning speed, her other hand lifted and twisted his chin—

"Click!"

A crisp, teeth-grinding sound of bones dislocating.

The red-haired foreigner's jaw was dislocated on the spot, lying limply to one side, his mouth uncontrollably open, revealing the tongue inside that was trembling constantly due to pain and fear.