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

When Ji Zuodao finally found the red-haired foreigner after following the screams and going through many twists and turns...

The red-haired foreigner was sprawled in a corner filled with junk and debris, his bones twisted in an extremely peculiar and ergonomic way.

His arms were twisted like a pretzel, his legs were bent at bizarre angles, his neck was tilted to one side, and even his spine undulated like a wave.

It felt as if my whole body had been kneaded like clay by a pair of invisible giant hands and then carelessly discarded here.

However, upon closer inspection, there were no obvious fractures or broken skin on his body. It was just that the bones inside... seemed to be having their own ideas, holding a meeting to decide which way to twist.

Bai San Niang, who had followed along, immediately exhibited her professional instincts.

Her cool eyes instantly lit up with a professional light. She leaned down slightly and carefully examined the red-haired foreigner's "abstract sculpture"-like body.

His pale face revealed an expression that was a mixture of amazement and inquiry.

"Tsk... This twisted angle, this dislocation of the joints... How can it maintain the integrity of the main bones and the skin covering? Achieving this level of physical transformation without causing a comminuted fracture..."

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with academic curiosity:

"This investigator's technique is quite exquisite. Could it be that he was an orthopedic surgeon before?"

The red-haired foreigner seemed to sense Ji Zuodao's approach and laboriously, little by little, turned his neck, which was twisted at a strange angle.

His face was completely distorted by excruciating pain and fear.

He raised an arm, folded in a bizarre position, with all his might, towards Ji Zuodao's direction. His fingers trembled as if he had Parkinson's disease, and broken breaths escaped his throat.

"No... I won't run anymore... I really won't run anymore..."

"Let...let me go..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, conveying a sense of utter despair at being completely ruined.

Looking at his demeanor, Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue with a hint of lingering satisfaction and muttered to himself:

"You couldn't handle just one song, 'Tante'? I haven't even started working on the sheet music for 'Flight of the Bumblebee' yet..."

He shook his head regretfully, as if an artist had been forced to interrupt his improvisation.

"Never mind, let's take care of business first."

Ji Zuodao stepped forward and unceremoniously grabbed the red-haired foreigner's hair, which was matted together with cold sweat and grime.

It was like lifting a tattered sack; they forcibly pulled him out of the pile of rubbish, leaving him barely able to "stand" in that contorted posture.

"Tell me," Ji Zuodao said, staring into his unfocused eyes, which still held a lingering fear, his tone returning to its usual cold, businesslike tone.

"What organization is it? What kind of business does it do? What is its personnel structure? Spill out everything you know."

The red-haired foreigner was being held by him, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably. When he heard the question, the last trace of color drained from his pale face.

He shook his head frantically and with very small movements, the action looking particularly comical and laborious because his neck was twisted.

"No... I can't say... I really can't say..."

His voice was choked with sobs, and filled with a deep-seated fear, as if he were about to deliver not intelligence, but his own death sentence:

"I...I'll die...Master...I'll really die..."

"It doesn't matter."

Ji Zuodao shrugged.

"I never expected you to open your mouth in the first place."

He released his grip on the hair, letting the red-haired foreigner slide to the ground like a rag doll, then turned his head and gestured with his chin towards Dog, who had been lazily following beside him:

"Dog, go. Listen to what kind of garbage is in this bastard's brain."

"Woof."

Dog slowly walked forward, and under the terrified gaze of the red-haired foreigner, raised a front paw and casually placed it on his sweaty, cold forehead.

Dog squinted, and the laziness on his face was gradually replaced by a hint of doubt.

"That's strange..."

It muttered.

"Why is there so much static? It's all jumbled up... like a broken radio with a bad signal. Let me try to figure it out..."

However, just as Doge was about to delve deeper into the "frequency"—

A sudden change has occurred!

"No--!!!"

The red-haired foreigner on the ground suddenly let out a shrill, inhuman howl!

The red-haired foreigner, who had been limp and barely breathing on the ground, suddenly began to convulse violently!

It wasn't the kind of spasm from pain he'd felt before; it was as if something was about to burst out of his body!

Beneath his skin, it looked as if dozens of rats were scurrying about wildly, bulging out fleshy growths of varying sizes that moved rapidly!

As if they had gained independent life, the muscle fibers began to expand, twist, and tear uncontrollably!

The bones emitted a chilling "crackling" sound, as if they were about to completely shatter and reform at any moment!

"No! No! No—!!!"

The red-haired foreigner was utterly horrified, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He frantically waved his mangled arms, reaching for nothingness in the air, as if trying to explain or beg for mercy from some unseen being.

"I didn't leak anything! I didn't say anything! My lord! My lord! I didn't—!!!"

His cries were distorted and stretched by the violent physical changes, eventually turning into a series of inhuman, strange noises that mixed wolf howls, snake hisses, fox cries, and some kind of bat shrieks.

Under the watchful eyes of Ji Zuodao, Bai Sanniang, and Gouye—

The red-haired foreigner's body swelled and mutated wildly, like a balloon being blown up!

Thick, mottled hair burst forth from his body;

Sharp fangs and bone spikes pierced the skin and flesh;

With a "whoosh," half of a tattered, fleshy wing, resembling a haphazard patchwork of bat and some kind of bird feathers, emerged from behind.

The lower limbs are twisted and elongated, with claws and hooves strangely fused together;

Several tails of different colors and thicknesses burst open behind its rear end with a "pop," wagging wildly...

In just a few breaths.

A lump appeared on the spot... uh...

Even with Ji Zuodao's erudition and extensive knowledge, he couldn't find a suitable adjective for the time being.

If I had to describe it—

It's like a tailor with a terrible sense of aesthetics and lousy skills who roughly tears apart the parts and features of several creatures, such as werewolves, vampires, weasels, foxes, snakes, and maybe some other things mixed in, and then haphazardly sews, kneads, and glues them back together.

It had a wolf's head and fangs, tattered bat wings, multiple fox tails, and a snake's tongue flicking in and out. It also carried a faint, lingering smell of a weasel's farts...

It resembles everything a little bit.

Only.

It doesn't look like a human being.

They've lost all resemblance to human beings.

The indescribable thing lay sprawled on the ground, its last glimmer of reason slowly fading away in endless agony.

Only the most primal bestial instincts remained, howling and struggling aimlessly within that haphazardly pieced-together shell.