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

Ji Zuodao took a bite of the fried rice with pig's head meat in front of him, but stopped abruptly after only two chews.

This taste...

No, this feeling...

Pure.

Unbelievably pure.

Each diced piece of meat is concentrated with a certain resentment and bloodlust that has been specially "processed" and purified.

For ordinary people, this is tantamount to poison that will kill them; even if they don't die, they will be severely injured.

But he could do it to Ji Zuodao—

For a heretical practitioner with crooked roots and evil lineage...

This is not some kind of poison that will burn your guts!

This is clearly a walking, steaming, self-service treasure trove of natural resources!

These are the special tonic pills that the masters say are "rare and hard to come by"!

"Holy crap..."

Ji Zuodao squeezed out two breaths from deep in his throat, his eyes suddenly turned green, gleaming with a chilling light like a hungry wolf, and he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the kitchen.

What a treasure! What a treasure! Liu Ming said that this thing is immortal; even if it's turned into mincemeat, it will reappear in another place after a while.

Isn't this a perpetual motion machine?

This is a welfare program!

The next second, under the watchful eyes of the four survivors, Ji Zuodao picked up the large bowl that was still stained with some unknown dirt and buried his face in it!

"Grunt! Grunt! Grunt—!"

A spoon? No need.

He used the most primitive method to frantically shovel the rice and diced meat, which were mixed with a strong sense of resentment and blood, into his mouth.

His cheeks swelled and writhed at an astonishing speed, and the swallowing sounds were continuous without a single gap.

Oil dripped down the corners of his mouth, but he was completely oblivious, his eyes fixed only on the rapidly diminishing "treasure" in the bowl.

"Slurp—"

Finally, he even stretched out his tongue and quickly licked the inside of the bowl, rolling every grain of rice coated in sauce into his mouth.

The bowl is empty.

The light is so bright it reflects one's image.

"Burp~"

A satisfied, long burp echoed through the deathly silent restaurant.

Ji Zuodao put down his bowl, licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, and two blushes of contentment appeared on his face.

Those eyes, which had just been glowing green, were now half-closed, filled with the comforting feeling of "I've hit the jackpot."

"Woof?"

Dog, who had been squatting at Ji Zuodao's feet, tugged at Ji Zuodao's trouser leg with his paw, his dog face clearly saying, "Something's not right with you, kid."

"Hey kid, how's the food? The way you're eating... it's like you haven't eaten in eight hundred years."

"Hmm...it's alright."

Ji Zuodao smacked his lips, as if savoring the moment, then revealed a smug expression that said, "It's nothing special."

"It's just average, so-so, and the cooking time is a bit lacking... It's edible, but passable."

As he spoke, he even wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his fingertip as if he were disgusted.

Dog looked at his shiny lips and his eyes, which gleamed with satisfaction, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

"I don't believe you! You call this 'so-so'? 'So-so'?"

"The noise you made licking the bowl just now could be heard all the way down the street!"

At this time-

"Holy crap?! The dog... the dog talked?!"

The young woman covered her mouth and let out a suppressed gasp, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The others looked as if struck by lightning, glancing at Dog Master, then at Ji Zuodao, and finally staring blankly at the pig-headed monster in the direction of the kitchen.

What's wrong with me today?

First, a monster with a pig's head and a human body forced them to eat.

Now another big black dog has appeared that can speak human language and chat with people?

Is this world... broken?

Ji Zuodao ignored the sound of their worldviews shattering.

His gaze, like a precise searchlight, slowly swept over the other four untouched, steaming bowls of braised pork head fried rice on the table.

Finally, the image lingered on the faces of the four ashen-faced survivors.

His face regained its harmless, even slightly embarrassed, shy smile. He cleared his throat and asked in a consultative tone:

"Um... gentlemen and ladies, you all seem... not to have much of an appetite?"

"Are you still going to eat this?"

"If we don't eat it... look, every grain of rice is the result of hard work."

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes "casually" glancing at the bowls of rice, his intentions as obvious as could be.

"I don't want it! Take it! It's all yours!"

"Brother! No, sir! Hero! Please! Don't be shy!"

Three of them were overjoyed, practically scrambling to push their fried rice away as if it were a hot potato, their movements so fast they were blurry.

Only the middle-aged man called Brother Zhang showed a hint of struggle on his face.

He looked at Ji Zuodao's flat stomach despite having finished a whole bowl, and then recalled the agony he and the others felt, having eaten until they were nearly bursting after just a few bites. He hesitated before speaking:

"Young...young man, this food...it's strange. It's incredibly filling. You...you'd better eat less, be careful..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

A dark shadow flashed by.

Dog had already stood upright, and one of its front paws rested naturally on Brother Zhang's bowl of fried rice that hadn't been pushed out yet.

It tilted its head, glanced at Brother Zhang with its worldly-wise dog eyes, and then spoke in perfect human language, carrying the earnest tone of an old cadre advising a young comrade:

"Woof! This young comrade needs to improve his ideological awareness."

"Didn't my little Daoist say that every grain of rice is hard-earned?"

"You need to learn to share and promote your own style. Look at your three friends, they have a very high level of awareness."

As it spoke, the dog gently hooked the bowl of fried rice in front of it with its paw.

Zhang Ge's remaining words of advice stuck in his throat.

He glanced at Dog Lord, who looked completely at ease, and then at Ji Zuodao, who was rubbing his hands together, staring at the newly acquired "supplement" with shining eyes, as if he hadn't heard his advice at all.

Finally, he silently shut his mouth and shrank back.

Forget it, I wasted my time.

This person and the dog...

It's probably not from any legitimate source.

Whether we can get out of here alive today might really depend on the performance of these two "lunatics".

"Slurp—gulp!"

Doggy followed suit, burying his head in the bowl and scrambling away like a whirlwind.

After just two bites, its usually half-droopy dog ​​eyes suddenly widened, gleaming green, even brighter than Ji Zuodao's earlier!

It suddenly raised its head, its nose, still covered in rice grains, shoving right in front of Ji Zuodao's face.

A low, dissatisfied growl escaped its throat, carrying a sense of indignation at being deceived.

"You brat! You're not being fair! Were you trying to sneak a bite behind my back?! This is 'so-so'? This is 'just okay'?!"

"No way, Doggy!"

Ji Zuodao was busy shoveling his third bowl of rice into his mouth when he heard this. He shook his head vigorously, his cheeks bulging as he argued:

"I'm just... hiccup... upholding the traditional virtues of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, afraid there might be something unclean, so I'm testing the poison for you first! You see, my spirit of risking my life is commendable!"

"Pah! I'd be a fool to believe you!"

Dog Lord spat angrily:

"You're so engrossed in testing poison that your eyes are practically glowing green? You're licking the bowl clean after testing poison? You've eaten your own conscience!"

Despite the cursing, Dog Master's bite speed was no slower, even faster than Ji Zuodao's, the bowl rim clanging loudly from the dog's teeth.

For a moment, the once deathly silent and hopeless restaurant was filled only with the sounds of a person and a dog frantically shoveling food into their mouths, chewing and swallowing, occasionally interspersed with satisfied sighs and burps.