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

The operation went so smoothly it was almost unbelievable.

Aside from the two tough guys who were personally "entertained" by Director Zhang and Deputy Director Liu, the other side actually has quite a few capable fighters left—

If any sect outside encountered this, they would probably have a headache.

But this time, the 749th Bureau of Jinghai was clearly aiming to confiscate their property, exterminate their entire family, and eliminate them completely.

In Liu Ming's later words, "It was like a New Year's cleaning; even the rats and cockroaches in the nooks and crannies had to be wiped out in one pot."

In the police station, everyone who could breathe and lift a weapon was brought out, without exception.

Even the office workers who usually sit in the office, write reports, handle reimbursements, and manage files are now carrying batons and following behind the group to deliver the finishing blows.

In their own words, "Damn it, it's the year-end performance review, and there's extra pay for fieldwork! Every little bit helps!"

It could be said that at this moment, the entire Jinghai 749 Bureau was devoid of anything except for Old Zhou, who was still calmly drinking tea in the logistics department office and unmoved by anything else, and the former head of the demon management department, who was still being dried like cured meat in the lobby...

Everyone is present.

They truly came out in full force.

The battle unfolded in a one-sided and pleasingly overwhelming manner.

For a time, the entire Yunlou Palace was in complete chaos, like a band of demons running rampant.

The most eye-catching thing was the twenty-eight star-shaped Dharma images in the sky that rushed around like shooting stars, their auras intertwined and echoing each other!

It was none other than the head of one of the twenty-eight halls under Zhang Yucheng's command back then!

He is also the most senior and hardest-working investigator among the current 28.

The key point is that these old guys are full of martial spirit.

Once you discover that a certain bastard has an exceptionally fierce aura and looks like someone you don't want to mess with, you don't even need to greet him.

"There's a hard one here!"

"Brothers, let's go side by side!"

"Surround it! Surround it! Don't let it escape!"

"Left side! Block its movement!"

"Right side! Disable its skills!"

"Middle! Shove it in the face!"

Good heavens, twenty-eight against one, their teamwork was impeccable, their moves were shrewd and experienced. Their cursing and swearing revealed the unpretentious simplicity of a street brawl, yet also carried the rigor and ruthlessness of a coordinated military attack.

The "hard points" that are surrounded in the middle are often overwhelmed, torn apart, and blasted to dust by the star power surging from all directions before they even have a chance to show their mutated power.

"Cool!"

An old investigator, piloting the Winged Fire Serpent Dharma Form, felt the unprecedentedly clear spiritual energy surging within his body, along with the sharp enhancement bestowed by the Taibai Star, and couldn't help but let out a long, joyful roar:

"Damn it! I've never felt so clear-headed! My thoughts are flowing smoothly, and my spiritual energy is flowing freely! I feel like I can now go toe-to-toe with the boss... uh, never mind, let's have a go at Old Liu!"

A colleague driving a Leopard-like vehicle swatted away one of the attackers with a single swipe of his paw, laughing and cursing, "What are you talking about! Get back to work! The sooner we finish this, the canteen's probably still keeping some supper!"

"Alright!"

On the ground, the battle was equally "harmonious."

Liu Ming, that kid, has fully demonstrated what it means to be a "rich second-generation talisman collector"—no, I mean, extravagant.

He didn't need any weapons at all. His hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, and his specially made talisman pouches in his arms, sleeves, and waist were like a floodgate opened, with colorful talismans of various spiritual lights being scattered out like free colored paper scraps!

Lightning talismans, fire talismans, ice talismans, wind blade talismans, slowing talismans, immobilization talismans, illusion talismans... a wide variety of types.

The key is that the scattering was done in a very methodical way, not just randomly.

Beside him, Zhang Quan stood quietly, his eyes gleaming with golden light—the very same Golden Eyes that could pierce through illusion.

Under Zhang Quan's on-site command, every talisman Liu Ming threw seemed to have eyes, never missing its mark.

Some monsters didn't even realize when the talisman had given them a deadly curse until they were blown up to death.

The two worked together seamlessly, one throwing money around like crazy while the other aimed precisely, managing to create a high-level kiting style of play amidst the chaos.

Just then—

"Buzzing..."

The deep, dense sound of flapping wings came from afar, surging in like a tide.

Many investigators subconsciously looked up and saw a dark "cloud" that seemed to have a life of its own, rapidly moving and dispersing in the pure white sea of ​​fog.

"They're mosquitoes raised by Ji Zuodao!" an old investigator exclaimed in a low voice, recognizing them at a glance.

"Is he clearing the area out?"

Countless blood-winged black mosquitoes, like a well-trained swarm of hunting bees, precisely attacked the hybrid monsters that were still putting up a stubborn resistance or trying to hide.

Surprisingly, instead of swarming and draining their targets, the mosquitoes lightly touched the monsters' exposed skin, like dragonflies skimming the water.

The stay was so short that it was almost negligible.

Then it flew without stopping to the next target.

"That's it?" someone asked, stunned. "Doesn't it suck blood?"

His question was quickly answered.

The monsters touched by the blood-winged black mosquitoes—whether they were thick-skinned werewolves, agile and eerie vampires, or bizarre stitched creatures—froze in their movements almost simultaneously.

His face quickly showed an expression of extreme fear and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards—

"Ughh ...

A heart-wrenching scream, so intense it became distorted, suddenly rang out!

Under the chilling gaze of the 749 investigators around them, the bodies of those monsters, like wax figures under the scorching sun, softened, collapsed, and flowed away at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The skin loses its luster, becoming transparent and sticky; the muscles dissolve into a murky liquid; and the bones soften and collapse...

In just a few breaths, all that remained on the spot was a pool of viscous substance, red and white, barely maintaining a human shape, still bubbling slightly.

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the air.

Even their own people couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines and their hair stand on end when they saw this bizarre and terrifying way of dying.

"Holy crap!" One investigator swallowed hard and whispered to his colleague, "Ji-ge's new way of playing... is kind of weird."

"It's not just the Ha people," his companion said, his face also turning pale. "This is downright mental pollution! I'm going to have nightmares tonight..."

Liu Ming, who had never seen a blood-winged black mosquito before, also witnessed this scene. His hand trembled, and he almost threw several talismans astray.

He nudged Zhang Quan beside him, his voice a little dry, "Old Zhang, those black mosquitoes... were they raised by Brother Ji? Are they... that fierce?"

Zhang Quan's discerning golden eyes followed the trajectory of several blood-winged black mosquitoes.

"It seems Brother Ji has developed a new way to play."

His gaze swept over the monsters, utterly powerless against the swarm of mosquitoes, melting away with pitiful howls. He shook his head and, unusually, uttered a sarcastic remark:

"These bastards are just unlucky."

As Zhang Quan said, these hybrid monsters, built up by savage stitching and bloodline accumulation, mostly rely on physical instincts and a few innate abilities in their fighting style.

To deal with the omnipresent, swift, and unpredictable Bloodwing Black Mosquito, a proper cultivator either needs to activate a spiritual energy shield, manifest a Dharma form to withstand it, or have various protective magic artifacts and escape talismans.

But these guys in front of me, when they fight, they shout fiercely, and when they transform, they seem to burst out of their underwear, their whole bodies are bare except for flesh and bones, with no protection whatsoever.

To the bloodthirsty black mosquitoes, what difference is there between those delicate, tender skins and a buffet of food laid out on the table?

If not you, who will get bitten?

Wherever the buzzing sound passed, screams echoed, and the ground melted.

The efficiency is outrageously high.

Meanwhile, deep within the thick fog...

Ji Zuodao listened to the familiar sounds of melting and screams that faintly came from all directions, and felt the most vivid fear and despair of those bastards as they melted back to him by the blood-winged black mosquitoes...

He nodded in satisfaction.

That's right.

They disturbed the fox in his hometown.

You always have to pay a price...

A price that will be etched in our memories.