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

The day before the Great Escape begins.

Ji Zuodao wandered off alone to see the little fox.

In the intensive care unit, the little fox was lying on the hospital bed with its legs crossed, its little paws holding a shiny roast chicken, which it was gnawing on with great enthusiasm, its cheeks puffed out.

Judging from this, the recovery is really good, at least on the surface.

After all, due to the shady dealings of a certain former head of the Demon Management Section, the bureau has really gone all out this time, using the best medicinal herbs for these victimized demons and victims.

You have to take responsibility and clean up your messes; that's the rule.

The little fox was happily munching away when it looked up and saw a man in a black trench coat coming in through the door.

Looking at the face more closely—

"Pooh!"

The little fox immediately spat out the chicken scraps it was eating, its fox eyes widening in disbelief, its furry face screaming "I've seen a ghost!"

"Yo ho!"

"Is the world getting more and more surreal these days?"

"The mouse being a bridesmaid for the cat is definitely true!"

It wiped its greasy mouth with its little paws, glanced sideways at Ji Zuodao's crisp uniform, and spoke with a sour tone, carrying a hint of "back in my day, you were still playing in the mud" from an old-timer:

"I never expected this..."

"Back then, that bastard was a petty thief who did all sorts of evil things in the back mountains, and my empress chased him all over the mountain..."

"So, there really is a day when someone has to wear an official's robe?"

"It's still the official website of Bureau 749!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The little fox shook its head, its face bearing the weariness of "the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be."

"These days, even heretical cultivators can enforce the law?"

"Black, fucking black."

Ji Zuodao didn't respond to that at all.

He swaggered over and plopped down on the edge of the bed, his movements as natural as if he were going home.

Then, he reached out and plucked a glistening, fragrant chicken leg from the roast chicken.

He opened his mouth and started biting.

While munching on the food, he mumbled a retort, his tone utterly matter-of-fact:

"I didn't expect that either!"

"Back then, there was that cunning little devil on the mountain, known as the 'flower of the back mountain,' who could make up eight lies out of a fart..."

"How did I end up just sitting on the side of the road after all that struggling?"

He paused, swallowed the chicken in his mouth, tilted his head to look at the little fox, his eyes filled with genuine confusion:

"Your mistress was a legendary figure back in the day!"

"They went abroad to run pyramid schemes, calling themselves 'Wall Street Foxes'! They fooled those foreigners, making tons of money for themselves!"

"And you?"

Ji Zuodao shook his head in anguish, pointing at the little fox with his greasy fingers:

"You're something else!"

"Getting tricked into a pyramid scheme is one thing—with that level of intelligence, you can basically say goodbye to being a vixen."

"And they even dragged me into experiments!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He clicked his tongue, his face full of disappointment and frustration:

"If those fox cubs in the back mountain find out about this... tsk tsk."

"you--!"

The little fox was so angry from his scolding and encouragement that its fur stood on end. It bared its teeth, grinned, and tried its best to make a fierce expression.

"Shut up!"

"If you dare tell anyone, I... I'll bite you!"

It waved its little paws, trying to appear intimidating, but unfortunately, with its round body and glossy fur, it just looked like it was trying to be cute.

"Let me tell you, fortunes change every thirty years!"

Never underestimate a young person's potential!

"Once I've recovered from my injuries and regained my cultivation, I'll rebuild my demonic form..."

The little fox got more and more excited as it talked, its little eyes sparkling, as if it could already see its glorious return as a king:

"Then we'll see what I do..."

"I know, I know."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand impatiently, interrupting its reverie, his tone as flat as if he were reciting a text:

"Never underestimate a young man's potential."

"And then there's the saying, 'Don't underestimate a poor middle-aged man.'"

Never underestimate the poor and elderly.

"at last……"

He paused, looked at the little fox, and flashed a set of white teeth:

"Respect for the dead is paramount."

"..."

The little fox was so speechless by this "life stage summary" that it rolled its eyes and even lost its appetite for the roast chicken in its paws.

"you!"

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Ji Zuodao casually tossed the chicken bones into the trash can, wiped his hands, then turned around and gave the little fox a serious once-over.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was looking at a patient; it was more like he was picking out pork at a market, assessing its quality and freshness.

The little fox felt uneasy under his gaze, and its greasy paws instinctively tightened their grip on the roast chicken.

"What...what are you looking at!"

"Let's see how many more years you have to live."

Ji Zuodao withdrew his gaze, his tone casual.

Little fox: "..."

Its claws loosened, and the roast chicken fell onto the bed with a "thud".

"Wha...what do you mean?"

The little fox's voice was a little strained, and the bravado he had just been putting on with "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" instantly crumbled.

Actually, it has some idea of ​​what's going on.

It's been tormented to this state, its foundation is almost ruined, it can't even maintain the most basic transformation, and it's reverted to its original form...

To be able to escape with one's life is a stroke of good luck.

But demons always have some unrealistic fantasies.

Maybe... drinking more hot water will help?

Maybe... if I just lie down and give up, I'll heal myself someday?

Look, I've gotten so shiny and healthy now.

Now that Ji Zuodao has so bluntly exposed it...

The little fox swallowed hard, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace onto its furry face.

"Um... Brother Dao... is there any hope for me?"

It rarely yielded like this, and even changed its form of address.

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow: "Truth or lie, which do you want to hear?"

The little fox hesitated for a fraction of a second, then gritted its teeth:

"lie!"

Ji Zuodao nodded, his tone calm:

"It's hopeless."

Little fox: "!!!"

Its eyes lit up instantly! Its ears perked up!

"Really?!"

The little fox was so pleased with itself that it couldn't help but wag its tail.

It blinked and looked at Ji Zuodao:

"Then...what about the truth?"

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth that shone with a friendly light under the ward's lamp:

"There's no hope for them."

The little fox squatted on the hospital bed, holding a greasy roast chicken, and paused for two seconds.

Then--

"Awooo—!!!"

"Waaaaahh ...

Tears streamed down her face like a floodgate opening, instantly covering her entire face and making her glossy fox fur stick together in clumps.

The little fox cried so earnestly and heartbreakingly, its little body trembling, that it even dropped the roast chicken it was holding.

"I've only lived for about twenty years!!!"

"Twenty years or so!!"

"If I were a human, I'd still be a baby! If I were a demon, I'd be an adult before I even reached adulthood!!"

"How...how could he die so young?!"

It was crying with snot and tears streaming down its face, hiccuping as it smeared its face haphazardly with its little paws, making it look more and more messy, its whole fox face resembling a palette of colors.

"I...I'm not married yet!!"

"Cuihua! My Cuihua! I promised her that I would go back and marry her once I made something of myself!!"

"If only I had known... if only I hadn't run away from home back then, and instead ventured out into this hellish world..."

"How wonderful it is up in the mountains! With the goddess protecting us, brothers and sisters to keep us company, we can steal a chicken when we're hungry and drink from a spring when we're thirsty..."

"Although I sometimes get tricked by you, you bastard, at least... at least I don't get disemboweled and experimented on!!"

The more it talked, the sadder it became, and the harder it cried.

As the little fox cried, it suddenly remembered something, paused in its sobs, raised its teary eyes to look at Ji Zuodao, and asked through sobs:

"By the way... Brother Dao... Cuihua... how is Cuihua...?"

Ji Zuodao was taking another chicken wing from its arms when he heard this and paused.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment.

"Oh, Cuihua."

"She got together with Da Zhuang from the next mountain."

"We got married last year, and they already have a whole litter of kids."

He paused, glanced at the little fox who had instantly frozen in place, and kindly added more details:

"A litter of six, three males and three females, with glossy fur and in excellent health."

"Dazhuang is now a contractor on that mountain, specializing in scenic area repair work. He earns a lot of money, and Cuihua lives a very comfortable life with him, enjoying a good life."

"..."