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

The four survivors were already numb from watching.

Clutching their stomachs, which felt like they were about to burst, they stared blankly as the man and dog devoured four bowls of fried rice—which they considered poisonous—with astonishing speed.

Four more bowls were emptied.

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair with satisfaction, patted his slightly protruding belly, but his eyes were even brighter than before, staring intently at the direction of the kitchen.

The sound of chopping meat coming from there was like the most moving melody.

He smacked his lips, clearly still wanting more.

You can never have too much of this "self-service natural treasure" food.

His eyes darted around, he cleared his throat, and called out towards the kitchen curtain in an incredibly natural tone, as if he were ordering at a street-side barbecue stall:

"Boss—! Add more food!"

The sound of chopping meat stopped abruptly.

Behind the curtain, the pig-headed monster silently turned around.

Ji Zuodao met its murky pig eyes with an expression of innocent yet slightly picky gourmet, and held up one finger:

"Hey, one pork chop, please. Remember, just cook it until it's done, lightly sear the outside to lock in the juices, and the inside should be tender, preferably with a slight quiver... You'll be eating it sooner or later anyway, so save some firewood, it's environmentally friendly!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dog, who had just finished licking his bowl, immediately raised his head and shouted back, not to be outdone:

"Woof! Me too!"

"Get me a plate of pork intestine sashimi! The raw, unwashed kind! That savory, primal flavor, inside and out, has to be preserved! Washing it will kill the soul!"

After it finished speaking, it smacked its lips as if savoring the moment, and added:

"By the way, no need for sauce, I prefer the original flavor!"

The restaurant was deathly silent.

The four surviving ordinary people stared wide-eyed, looking at Ji Zuodao, then at Dog Master, and finally at the obviously frozen pig-headed monster in the kitchen.

My worldview... seems to have shattered once again.

Behind the curtain, a long silence followed.

So long that the air almost seemed to freeze.

Finally, a muffled, suppressed groan escaped from the pig-headed monster's chest.

Its pig-like eyes were fixed on the man and the dog, its thick lips moving. After a long while, it finally let out a low growl, thick with the smell of blood, from between its teeth:

"You two..."

"Just grab me and start kissing me!"

Ji Zuodao and Gouye exchanged a glance.

Then, without prior arrangement, their eyes turned even greener.

Ji Zuodao licked his lips and muttered softly, "Actually, it's not entirely impossible?"

Dog's tail wobbled like a propeller.

The pig-headed monster snorted and turned away.

The kitchen echoed with even more muffled sounds of tearing flesh and the crisp, rapid chopping of meat, as if venting some kind of pent-up frustration.

A moment later, it came out carrying two trays.

Each tray contains two plates.

On a plate is a large piece of pork chop that is only slightly charred on the surface, pink and tender inside, and you can even see the subtle muscle texture trembling. Blood and oil slowly seep out.

On the other plate was a large string of unwashed, untouched, and extremely pungent-smelling, curved intestines.

"Slap," "Slap."

The two trays were placed in front of Ji Zuodao and Gouye with neither too much nor too little force.

Then, expressionless, it brought out four more servings and placed them in front of the four pale-faced survivors.

There were exactly seven portions, distributed according to the number of people, with strict rules.

"eat."

The pig-headed monster uttered a single word in a muffled voice, its murky eyes sweeping over the crowd, lingering especially on Ji Zuodao and Dog Master for a moment, leaving a silent threat.

"We can't waste it. Otherwise..."

It didn't finish its story, but the twisted neck and food-stuffed corpse in the corner was the best explanation.

Having made its threat, it seemed unwilling to linger any longer, turning around and walking back to the kitchen, the curtain swaying.

"Otherwise? Otherwise what?"

Ji Zuodao didn't listen to the threat at all; his entire attention was completely absorbed by the "one-ripe" top-quality "ingredient" in front of him.

The pure, concentrated resentment and blood energy almost solidified, emanating through the tender flesh.

It was like a beacon in the darkness to him, radiating unparalleled allure.

"Hehe, then I won't be polite!"

He rubbed his hands together, too lazy to even use tools, and directly picked up the trembling pork chop that was bigger than his face, and started to bite into it!

"Huff!"

Teeth easily tear open the slightly charred, crispy shell and sink into the cool, soft, and juicy interior.

An indescribable, exquisitely delicious "taste" exploded in the mouth for those practicing heresy.

The pure blood energy and resentment flowed in like a trickle down the esophagus and were quickly and greedily absorbed by the spiritual sea and the large tendons that were stirring all over the body.

"Slurp—Awooo!"

On the other side, Dog's actions were even more unrestrained.

It lowered its head, opened its mouth wide, and precisely picked up one end of the "raw" large intestine. Then, like sucking on the chewiest noodles, it sucked hard!

"Slurp—!"

The entire string of slippery, sticky intestines, retaining their original flavor, disappeared into its large mouth at a dizzying speed.

Only its tail flicked at the corner of its mouth, and was nimbly tucked inside by its tongue.

"Gulp."

Dog swallowed with satisfaction, his eyes narrowing contentedly, his whiskers still sticking with some indescribable sticky substance.

It smacked its lips, savoring the taste.

"Woof! That's it, that pungent, head-on smell! Authentic and potent!"

The two gentlemen ate with great relish, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

The four people next to him suffered.

They stared at the bloody pork chop and the small piece of intestine in front of them, their stomachs already stretched to their limit, convulsing in waves.

My throat feels tight; I feel like vomiting just looking at it, let alone eating.

"Two, two gentlemen..."

The middle-aged man, previously known as Brother Zhang, forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace, despite his discomfort.

With trembling hands, he carefully pushed the two plates of food in front of him forward.

"You two... are incredibly powerful and have great appetites. We... are truly not worthy of such enjoyment."

The other three also seemed to wake up from a dream and hurriedly pushed their own "death warrants" over as well.

They stared longingly at Ji Zuodao and Gouye, like death row inmates awaiting a pardon.

"Let it go."

Ji Zuodao didn't even look up, focusing on the "feast" in his hands, and gave a vague reply.

Dog even waved its paw generously:

"Put it here, put it here! Every grain of food is hard-earned, let me, Doggy, take care of it for you!"

"Oh! Very good! Thank you! Thank you both! You two are truly living bodhisattvas! Our saviors!"

The four of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and were so excited that they almost cried. They felt like they had been given a second chance at life.

One of the young women covered her mouth, weeping with joy, and whispered to her companion with a sense of relief at surviving the ordeal:

"That's great... Brother Zhang, Sister Li, we... we just need to get through three more rounds and eat for seven more rounds, and we'll be able to get out! There's hope!"

She said this to comfort herself, and her voice was not loud.

But Ji Zuodao, who was devouring a pork chop, suddenly twitched his ears.

He paused, then abruptly lifted his face from the steak, his oily face revealing wide, staring intently at the woman.

"What did you just say? You can leave after eating seven rounds? Who said that?"