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

hum! ! !

The world is as if it has been gently wiped by an invisible hand. All the sights, sounds, and sensations are like a cheap oil painting that has been soaked in water, beginning to blur, flow, and fade.

Wolf felt a blur before his eyes, and then his feet firmly planted on the ground.

He looked down and found himself standing on the cold, rough cement ground of Jinghai Wharf.

Beside him was his nephew Dreyer's still pale and bewildered face, and...

Sol.

The muscular man who should have been pulverized and reduced to dust by the "Thor's Bloodline Restriction" was now standing perfectly intact next to him.

His eyes were still a little dazed, as if he hadn't fully recovered from some kind of shock.

Then, as if suddenly snapping out of his daze, Thor abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Wolf.

Those eyes first showed confusion, then shock, and finally a volcanic eruption of rage!

"You son of a bitch, Wolf!"

Thor spat out each word through clenched teeth, veins bulging on his neck, muscles bulging, and every bone in his body seemed to creak, exuding a ferocious aura of predation.

"You fucking bastard! How dare you! Use me as a human bomb?!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with extreme rage from being utterly betrayed and fooled. His fists were clenched so tightly that he looked like he was about to pounce on Wolf and tear him apart at any moment.

Wolf: "..."

He opened his mouth, his mind a complete mess.

Thor isn't dead?

Was everything just a lie?

Just then, in a corner of the dock, a Qi cultivator suddenly blinked and blankly touched his dry clothes.

"Huh? I...didn't I already jump in...to contribute to the land reclamation project? How come I'm still here?"

Beside him, a Qi cultivator frantically refreshed the bank app interface, his fingers trembling, uttering dreamlike groans:

"Wait... wait a minute... where did my eight zeros go?! How come I only have... only twenty-three and a half yuan left?! Even paying Alipay isn't this low!!"

"Hallucinations? We...we're all possessed?!"

Chaos erupted at the dock. The elation of winning money turned into the terror of losing balance, and the despair of losing money turned into the relief of not losing yet. Curses, wails, and questions mingled together.

Above the clouds.

Zhang Yucheng looked down at the pure white, dazzling starlight flowing from his fingertips once again.

The light remained gentle, the Daoist aura still faintly visible; everything appeared perfect and flawless.

He was silent for two seconds, then, expressionless, he pursed his lips.

"Tsk."

"It's still fake."

Aircraft carrier deck.

Ji Zuodao looked left and right, completely bewildered.

The faded paint of the retired fighter jet rests there peacefully.

The missile launcher stands firmly in place.

Close-in weapon turret, muzzle silent.

The armored vehicle crouched down like an iron tortoise.

Business as usual.

It's as if the dramatic scene of missile strikes and a chase that lasted 200 nautical miles never happened.

"Huh?"

Ji Zuodao scratched his head and looked down at his clean and tidy work vest.

"How did I get here? Wasn't I clinging to Auntie's tail?"

"Didn't I fuse these iron lumps together?"

Just then—

A faint, sweet, and warm fragrance drifted in silently.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, warm, and breathtakingly curvaceous body gently pressed against his back from behind.

Two incredibly soft mounds pressed seamlessly between his shoulder blades.

Ji Zuodao froze, and almost as a reflex, several jagged, jet-black tendons, as thick as a child's arm, shot out from under the skin of his shoulders and back with a "plop".

Like a venomous python hunting its prey, it pierced straight behind with a sharp whooshing sound!

however--

"bite."

A few soft sounds, like jade fingers striking a set of chimes.

Those thick, black tendons, powerful enough to pierce through steel plates, were effortlessly...grabbed the person behind them the instant they touched their body.

Clenched in the palm of my hand, unable to move.

Hey~

A languid, seductive female voice, tinged with a hint of reproachful laughter, rang close to Ji Zuodao's ear, the warm breath tickling his earlobe.

"You heartless little brat~"

"Your aunt helped you get revenge and gave that old dog a good beating."

"And you, you turn around and want to use these little gadgets to torment your aunt?"

The voice paused, then took on a hint of playful teasing:

"These few are not enough~"

"..."

Ji Zuodao felt his tendons being squeezed and kneaded and played with by that small hand in a strange rhythm, neither too light nor too heavy.

An indescribable feeling, a mixture of tingling, soreness, and a slightly eerie comfort, traveled back through my body along my major tendons.

"Well……"

Ji Zuodao's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

"Aunt……"

Ji Zuodao's voice was a little dry, with a hint of resigned helplessness.

"Mmm, good girl~"

The woman behind him seemed satisfied, chuckling softly as she gently rested her chin on Ji Zuodao's stiff shoulder.

A cascade of black hair slid down, carrying the same warm fragrance, and brushed against Ji Zuodao's neck.

Ji Zuodao turned his head with difficulty and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

A captivatingly beautiful face, seemingly embodying all the charm and allure in the world, was right in front of me.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like spring water, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, exuding a natural charm and languidness.

Her red lips were full, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth as she looked him over with great interest.

The fox demon queen poked Ji Zuodao's cheek with her fingertip, her tone carrying a mix of elder's satisfaction and teasing as she watched her junior achieve success.

"As expected of the disciples trained by those three old ghosts, they are indeed much more promising than those fox cubs in Aunt Mountain who only know how to steal chickens and dogs and live a life of idleness."

Ji Zuodao smiled bitterly:

"Auntie, please don't flatter me... What are you talking about? I'm still completely confused. I'm not even sure if pinching myself right now would hurt or wake me up."

Oh dear, you!

The fox demon queen was amused by him, and then vigorously rubbed the large tendons in her hands, making Ji Zuodao grimace.

"You've always been a clever little devil, shrewd and mischievous. If I had known, I should have been ruthless and stolen you from your three masters back then, raising you by my side. You would definitely be more interesting than you are now."

She paused, her gaze seemingly passing through the deck and landing in the direction of the dock, her tone carrying a clear hint of disdain.

"However, compared to that old codger who still can't figure things out and is obsessed with getting stuck on trivial matters, he's much dumber."

pier.

Wolf forcibly suppressed the turmoil and astonishment churning in his mind.

go!

We have to go!

Staying here means certain death!

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He stopped looking at Thor and his dark energy surged again. He suddenly grabbed the still-dazed Draiel and kicked off the ground!

"boom!"

A small crater was blown into the concrete ground of the dock.

Wolf transformed into a black streak of light and once again fled desperately towards the sea!

This time, he didn't even glance at Thor.

Thor stood there, watching Wolf abandon him without hesitation and flee again. The anger in his chest was so intense that it almost set him on fire and made him explode!

"Wolf!! I'll fuck your ancestors!!!"