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

Ji Zuodao suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

He shrank back, his heart pounding.

Why?

Nonsense! Ji Zuodao himself is someone who cultivates life but not nature!

Otherwise, how could he have become sworn brothers with his own inner demons and even become their leader?

"No..." Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, his eyes still glancing towards the dock. "Is it really true that someone would hang themselves just because they had a dream, got depressed, and couldn't think straight?"

"Cultivating one's character...is it really that important? More important than life itself?"

He scratched his head, somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

"Auntie isn't just trying to scare me, is she? Maybe it's that muscle-bound Saul, whose brain is all muscle, single-minded, unable to think straight, stuck in a rut?"

He's here trying to mentally prepare himself.

Suddenly, on the dock, Wolf and Deleil, father and son, moved in perfect unison, clutching their heads with both hands, and then—

"Click."

"Click."

Two teeth-grinding, soft sounds, like the turning of an old door hinge.

Wolf and Delaire's heads, right under Ji Zuodao's nose, slowly, steadily, and completely rotated 360 degrees.

His face went from the front to the back, and then fucking back to the front.

Finally, the image freezes.

The eyes were still open, but the light inside had completely gone out.

have to.

These two have finally figured it out.

Unfortunately, it seems the person turned around too.

Ji Zuo said: "..."

The hairs on his body stood on end instantly! Like he'd been electrocuted!

"Holy shit!!!"

The last bit of hope and self-comfort in my heart was instantly crushed by the horrifying scene before my eyes!

Damn! Are you serious?!

"Damn it, is it too late to start cultivating my mind?!"

Ji Zuodao's voice was a little shaky, and he subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but his back bumped directly into a warm and fragrant place.

It is Your Majesty.

"Giggle giggle..."

The fox spirit queen was amused by his flustered appearance and laughed heartily.

She stretched out her slender hand and pressed it down on Ji Zuodao's head without any politeness, rubbing it hard and vigorously several times like petting a frightened kitten, making his already messy hair look like a bird's nest.

"Come here, let me pet your fur, don't be scared~"

Her voice was full of laughter, with a hint of teasing as if she were coaxing a child.

"How can you be compared to them?"

The Empress gently nuzzled Ji Zuodao's head with her chin, her tone casual yet each word clear:

"That country of those three country bumpkins has only been around for a total of 250 years since its founding. What kind of foundation could they possibly have in such a short time? Can you even call that foundation? It's just a pile of junk!"

"Their cultivation system is a hodgepodge, a haphazard collection of ideas! They only know how to bury themselves in cultivating their life force, but even that's riddled with flaws, like patching something up. Cultivating their nature? Do they even know how to write the word 'nature'?"

She chuckled and concluded:

"Yes, they snatched other people's good scriptures, specifically choosing the crooked ones to read, and throwing all the righteous ones into the latrine."

"They take the dross and discard the essence. That's exactly what they mean."

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

Then, the Empress suddenly changed the subject.

"You... although you're also a good-for-nothing rascal, at least you have some basic qualities."

"The most crucial thing is—"

She pinched Ji Zuodao's cheek hard, making him grimace.

"Your three old ghost masters, though each one less than a decent person, really put in a tremendous amount of effort to solidify your foundation in 'cultivating life'!"

"Do you know what 'copper skin and iron bones' means? That's exactly what your physique is like!"

She paused, a hint of amusement flashing in her peach blossom eyes, then leaned close to Ji Zuodao's ear, lowering her voice to a whisper, her breath sweet as orchids:

"Given your current state of being... if one day you really have a moment of despair and insist on making things difficult for yourself..."

"I reckon that after all that fuss, you might not even be able to kill yourself completely."

"Tsk tsk, look at that physique, that foundation..."

The Empress licked her red lips, her gaze sweeping over Ji Zuodao, and she smiled like a collector who had spotted a priceless treasure:

"My aunt is craving it."

Ji Zuodao froze. Before the hair on his neck had even gone down, he felt a warm, slightly damp breath brush against the skin of his neck.

He shrank back, muttered under his breath, his tone utterly innocent and cowardly:

"Aunt……"

"Your saliva..."

"It's dripping onto my neck..."

The deathly silence on the dock lasted for about three seconds.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, at the three foreigners who were now completely motionless in different positions, their minds swirling with questions.

This...this time it should be for real, right?

It's not an illusion, it's not a dream.

Is he really dead?

Just as this silence was about to solidify into a tangible form—

"Holy shit!!!"

A deafening roar, filled with unbelievable ecstasy, suddenly exploded from the top of the clouds!

Suddenly, Deputy Director Liu leaped three feet into the air, his eyes wide open, his fists clenched tightly, and his whole body trembling.

"It...it...it's a hit!!!"

"Hey—I won! Hahaha! 1 to 200! 1 to 200!!!"

He was so excited that he almost fell off the cloud, but Zhang Yucheng, who was standing next to him, grabbed him by the back of his collar without any expression, preventing him from performing a free fall.

Deputy Director Liu disregarded his image, grabbing Zhang Yucheng's arm tightly, his voice trembling with emotion—tears of joy.

"I'm rich! I'm rich!! The year-end bonus is nothing! From now on, I'll put shark fin in the free soup in the cafeteria!!"

Zhang Yucheng's lips twitched involuntarily.

This gambler has a really tough life.

Deputy Director Liu's shout was like pouring a ladle of ice water into a pot of boiling oil.

The dock was bombed again.

"Holy crap!! I won?! I won?! Hahahaha! Five to one! Hot models! My hot models are beckoning!"

A guy who was just seriously studying "which sea has the best feng shui" is now gesticulating wildly, like he has an epileptic seizure.

The guy next to me, who had previously called to book the "one-stop service," now looked indifferent to life and death.

"Bro! Which piece of land did you say was sinking rapidly? Point me in the right direction! This time it's my turn to contribute to the land reclamation project!"

Those who win instantly go from hell to heaven, frantically calculating how many young models they can order tonight and what vintage wines they can drink. Their mouths are stretched to the back of their heads, and they walk with a swagger, as if they have already become winners in life.

Those who lost witnessed a series of human tragedies.

Those who have lost most of their wealth are already considering where to apply for male and female modeling jobs.

Those who had lost every last penny had already pulled out their phones and started searching for professional tutorials on "how to elegantly become a road speed bump and generate income for the family."

As for those who not only lost everything but also ended up with a mountain of debt...

Say nothing more.

The land reclamation project needs you; Mother Ocean embraces you.

Go down early, line up early, and try to be reborn as a playboy in your next life, collecting protection money and getting back all the money you owed in this life, with interest.

In short—

The dockside is a microcosm of life, a place of both joy and sorrow.

Some people book a table in heaven, while others queue up in hell.

Some people frequent clubs with young models, while others feed fish in the ocean.

Some people lie flat to stage an accident, while others plunge vertically into the water.

But whatever it may be—howling, laughing hysterically, jumping into the sea, or even staging an accident—it's all acceptable...

We are all living life to the fullest.

Using the most outrageous methods, the most bizarre thought processes, and the most tenacious vitality.

In this messed-up yet bustling world.

It struggled and thrashed about.