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

"Ugh... Ugh..."

A whimper, like that of a trapped beast, escaped his throat, and his dark golden eyes were now filled only with pure, almost collapsing terror.

Zuo Dao remained calm, and even had the leisure to adjust the position of his fingers gripping the other person's neck to distribute the force more evenly.

Then, he extended his index and middle fingers and slowly probed into the wide-open mouth, which was dripping with saliva and blood, and precisely pinched the soft, warm tongue.

Using the fingertips, I began to pull outwards little by little.

"Waaaaaahh ...

The indescribable pain and intense feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed the red-haired foreigner's last shred of reason.

He struggled frantically, and his body began to undergo horrific mutations!

Thick, dark red and gray-black hair, like wildly growing seaweed, pierced the skin and instantly covered the entire body.

The bones emitted a chilling crackling sound, and the body twisted and swelled in pain, completely tearing the already tattered clothes apart.

His face bulged forward, his fangs pierced his lips, and his dark golden eyes were completely stained with violent blood.

In just a few breaths, a tall, ferocious werewolf, exuding a foul and chaotic aura, appeared on the spot.

"roar--!!!"

The werewolf, now fully transformed, let out a deafening roar, its muscles bulging, and saliva dripping from its massive, dislocated jaw.

Driven by its remaining bestial instincts, it swung its razor-sharp claws, ready to tear this damned human to shreds!

however--

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

A series of subtle yet dense sounds, like the instantaneous piercing of tough leather.

Countless thick, glossy black, incredibly elastic tendons with tiny barbs at the tips shot out from the left side's sleeve, hem, and even back!

They traced cunning and ruthless trajectories in the air, precisely entangling the werewolf's raised giant arm, thick neck, swollen waist and abdomen, and its hind legs poised to pounce.

Tighten! Twist! Tie a knot!

It flowed smoothly and was completed in one go.

The werewolf, who had just transformed and was looking menacing, was suddenly bound tightly by layers upon layers of dense black tendons before he could even understand what was happening.

Only the ferocious wolf head could still turn, its blood-red eyes filled with confusion and even deeper fear.

What... what is this thing?!

"Be quiet."

Ji Zuodao finally spoke, but his pulling motion did not stop at all.

"It'll be ready soon."

The werewolf writhed wildly, but the black tendons binding it tightened, the barbs digging deep into its flesh, making its bones creak, all in vain.

It could only watch and feel it.

Feel the unwavering strength of those two fingers.

I felt the increasingly clear, excruciating pain emanating from the back of my tongue, as if my flesh was being forcibly torn apart.

Little by little, and little by little.

finally--

"Sizzle!"

Accompanied by chilling tearing sounds and screams.

A piece of warm, slightly twitching, dark red soft flesh was completely and bloodily torn out of the ferocious wolf's mouth.

The werewolf's massive body stiffened abruptly, then began to tremble violently, causing the black tendons binding it to buzz.

Blood, copious amounts of blood, mixed with saliva, gushed from its wide-open, tongueless mouth.

It flowed down his menacing chin and thick hair, piling up in a puddle on the cold ground.

Ji Zuodao casually tossed the piece of soft flesh onto the ground. The object twitched slightly in the dust and then remained still.

He flicked the blood off his fingers, and a smile finally appeared on his face—a relaxed smile after completing a small, troublesome, but necessary task.

"Done."

He clapped his hands, and with a thought, the tightly bound black tendons, like living venomous snakes, shrunk back into his body with a "whoosh" and disappeared.

thump!

The werewolf, now freed from its restraints, transformed back into human form, but was covered in blood, its chin crooked, its eyes unfocused, and collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, its body still twitching slightly uncontrollably.

Ji Zuodao walked over, nudged his head with his toe, turning his face—covered in snot, tears, and blood, filled with pain and confusion—upward. Then he squatted down, smiling at him with an incredibly kind tone:

"Foreign devil, today I'll teach you a lesson."

"This is what they call 'loose lips sink ships'."

He pointed to the piece of soft flesh on the ground that was no longer moving, then to the other person's mouth that was still gushing blood, and smiled brightly:

"Now, I, the Daoist, will rid you of this root of trouble."

"You are welcome."

"Let's just say it's..."

"A little New Year's gift for you."

"You're welcome."

The red-haired foreigner lay sprawled on the ground, making a painful, gurgling sound from his throat.

Blood and froth kept gushing out from the gap where the tongue was missing, and the body convulsed uncontrollably due to the excruciating pain.

But when Ji Zuodao squatted down and looked at him with a smile—

On that foreign devil's face, smeared with blood and tears, a twisted, sinister smile, a mixture of resentment and a kind of insane pleasure, was forced out!

Beside her, the woman in white, who had been silently watching the battle, seemed to suddenly remember something. A hint of surprise flashed in her usually calm eyes, and she shouted urgently:

"Watch out!"

"Those eyes hold a bewitching, seductive magic..."

The words of reminder hadn't even finished.

An anomaly has occurred!

The red-haired foreigner's dark gold eyes, which had been somewhat unfocused due to pain and blood loss, suddenly turned a sinister crimson.

Ji Zuodao's smile, along with his entire body squatting there, froze "cooperatingly" as that eerie gaze locked onto him.

The liveliness and mischievousness in his eyes quickly faded, leaving them empty and blank, as if his soul had been ripped away in an instant.

"Heh...heh heh..."

The strange noise coming from the red-haired foreigner's throat now sounded like a series of suppressed, triumphant low laughs, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

Ignoring the excruciating pain of his dislocated jaw and the blood gushing from his mouth, he scrambled to his feet in a bizarre and stiff manner.

Even more horrifying is—

At the point where his tongue was severed and mangled, countless tiny, dark red buds of flesh were writhing, intertwining, and growing wildly!

In just a few breaths, a brand new, wet tongue, a few shades darker than before, grew back and nimbly moved around in his mouth.

"Pooh!"

He spat out a mouthful of foul blood, grabbed his jaw with his right hand, and with a snap, forced it back in place. Then he grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood.

Those scarlet, sinister eyes were fixed on Ji Zuodao, who was frozen in place.

The sound, still somewhat immature due to the lack of dexterity in his new tongue, carried a strange, fricative quality, yet its arrogance and malice were almost overflowing.

"Look...look into my eyes..."

"Yellow...skin...monkey..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the flavor of each word and enjoying the thrill of regaining control of the situation.

"Obey...my orders..."