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

The words "surrounded" were like a starting gun firing, exploding in the deathly silent alley.

Om-!

The investigators from 749, who had been as silent as statues, began to move.

The action was less like a well-trained law enforcement operation and more like a group of bandits who had been waiting for their turn to come down from the mountain.

"Grab your weapons! Let's get to work!"

"Damn it, disturbing my sleep so late at night, these foreign devils are so inconsiderate!"

"Enough talk, hurry up! If we finish cleaning up, we can still make the last pot of mutton soup for the cafeteria's late-night snack!"

"Hold them down in the front! Finish them off in the back! Don't let a single one escape! Director Zhang said, these are troublemakers coming during the New Year, especially foreigners—leave no survivors!"

Shouts, curses, the buzzing of surging spiritual energy, and the clanging of weapons being drawn instantly shattered the suffocating silence, turning the entire alley into a slaughterhouse.

A group of experienced butchers entered their backyard, sharpening their knives, ready to deal with a group of pigs and sheep that were tied up and waiting to be slaughtered.

They were incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless in their actions.

On the rooftop, talismans poured down like a torrential rain, precisely striking the faces of those flying units trying to take flight, exploding into bursts of lightning and fire.

At both ends of the alley, the glint of swords and the shadows of gunfire intertwined, and the 749 investigators moved in groups of three or five, advancing and retreating with clear plans.

The person in front pierced the heart and shredded the brainstem with a sharp blade, and the person behind immediately took over, ensuring that they were completely dead.

Occasionally, a tough, resilient monster might withstand the first wave of attacks and try to retaliate, but it would immediately be surrounded by at least four or five people.

Some were pressing down on the hands, others on the legs, and the last one, holding a cleaver, would strike the neck or the top of the head.

Snap! Pfft!

Clean and efficient, with a skilled workflow.

At one point, someone even took a moment to light a cigarette and complained to the person next to them, "Old Wang, you fucking splattered blood on my face!"

"Serves you right! Who told you to stand downwind!"

Efficient, coordinated, and ruthless.

Ji Zuodao did not join in the lively atmosphere of the communal meal.

With his hands behind his back, he strolled along the edge of the chaotic battlefield like a seasoned gourmand browsing for New Year's goods at a market, his eyes scanning the strangely shaped merchandise like searchlights.

"This won't do. The bat wings are damaged, and the quality is poor. The master chef will be furious if he sees it."

"Tsk, this werewolf is quite robust, but its fur is dark, probably indicating some hormonal imbalance. I don't want it."

"Hey! This is great! This is great!"

His eyes lit up, fixing on a Frankenstein's monster—

That thing had a goat's head, but a human-like torso and hooves with reverse joints, and several bone spurs protruding from its back.

"Unique design, extraordinary structure! This is exactly what the master chef likes! Take this back as a New Year's gift for him, and it's sure to earn him a hefty red envelope!"

In the blink of an eye, Ji Zuodao darted forward, a stick appearing in his hand.

He swung his arm wide, aiming at the back of the goat-headed Frankenstein's monster's head—

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, like a ripe watermelon being struck with a stick.

The stitched monster rolled its eyes, didn't utter a sound, and collapsed to the ground.

Ji Zuodao deftly pulled out the human skin bag, stuffed it inside, and patted the bag opening as he did so: "Good boy, go to sleep. You'll have your fun when we get there."

He wandered along the edge of the battlefield, targeting those with creative and uniquely twisted appearances.

He knocked on one, then stuffed another in; his skillful technique made one wonder if his side job was human trafficking.

Doggo's side has even had a taste of foreign things.

They specifically choose those with an exotic flavor.

With a "crunch," it bit off a vampire's head, chewing it with a satisfying crunch, a subtle expression on its dog face as if it were tasting a new delicacy.

"Hmm...this flavor is a bit strong, but it has a powerful aftertaste, kind of like aged cheese, it's potent!"

With a "plop," a claw ripped through the werewolf's chest, scooped out the still-beating heart, swallowed it whole, and let out a satisfied burp with a bloody taste.

"This is potent! Extremely nutritious!"

It eats with great gusto and efficiency, leaving behind only a pile of unrecognizable remains and the sound of its lingering smacking of its lips.

"Not bad, not bad, this trip was worthwhile, I got to try some foreign delicacies."

Dog licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth. His belly had become visibly round, and he swayed with a satisfied air as he walked.

As for Qiqi...

Ji Zuodao "deliberately" left her a few werewolves whose legs had been broken by their colleagues and who could only frantically scratch the ground with their claws.

The little girl carried a mourning stick made of magic, her face expressionless, but her big eyes were bright and sparkling.

She toddled over on her short legs, swung her mourning stick, aimed it at the wolf's head, and mimicked the fighting stance she always used when watching her brother fight—all very convincingly.

He knocked!

"Bang!"

The sound was crisp and clear.

The werewolf howled in pain.

Qiqi blinked, seemingly finding the feel of the material quite nice.

Then, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

They started banging even harder.

The mourning stick flew up and down, though the force was still a bit lacking, but the angle, the point of impact, the decisive "strike while the iron is hot" attitude...

He has truly inherited Ji Zuodao's skills.

The werewolf on the ground was still howling at first, but gradually, the howling turned into wailing, the wailing turned into unconscious twitching, and finally it stopped moving completely.

Qiqi stopped what she was doing, looked at the werewolf who was no longer moving, tilted her head, and then gently kicked the werewolf's nose with her toe.

no response.

The little girl seemed to have confirmed that the "bad dog" was really not moving before she raised her head and looked in the direction of Ji Zuodao.

Her big eyes were bright and sparkling, and her small face still didn't show much expression, but her slightly raised chin conveyed a hint of "I'm done, I'm awesome, right?"

It can only be said that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Qiqi has gone astray too, but with someone like Ji Zuodao around, how could she not be led astray...?

It's quite difficult.

In the corner of the alley.

Bai San Niang held the bone sword, remaining completely still from beginning to end.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I simply... don't know how to move.

Her usually cold eyes, accustomed to skeletal specimens and X-rays, were now wide open, staring unblinkingly at the absurd scene before her, a chaotic dance of demons, each taking what they wanted.

Watching those monsters, who were usually infamous in legends, being quickly dismembered and processed like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered.

Watching that investigator, Ji, criticize the monster as if she were picking out ribs at a market, then knock it out and pack it up.

Looking at that black dog, its belly was round from eating, yet it still looked picky.

Watching that little girl named Qiqi, waving her mourning stick and tapping the werewolf's head with a serious expression...

Bai Sanniang felt that her system of understanding, based on the premise that "Bureau 749 is a formal state agency and investigators are serious law enforcement personnel," was flawed.

It's cracking and on the verge of collapse.

This...this isn't what his mother agreed on!

What happened to the promised case filing, investigation, closing of the evidence chain, and handling according to law?

What happened to civilized law enforcement and humanitarianism?

This is clearly a group of ruthless bandits disguised as officials, carrying out a pre-New Year's crackdown and making some extra money for themselves!

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found her throat dry and couldn't squeeze out a single word.

She is now only grateful that she is a law-abiding, tax-paying, and well-off monster with a regular job.

The orthopedic doctor is great.

Really.

……

Happy New Year ٩(￥A￥)۶ Wishing you prosperity