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

Ji Zuodao rented a training room inside Bureau 749.

I sat down cross-legged; the cushion was a bit hard and uncomfortable.

Tsk, how long has it been since I've meditated and cultivated myself so seriously and properly?

It feels strange.

I always feel like something's missing.

Oh right, it lacks the thrill of "breaking the law and disobeying regulations".

It lacks the thrill of "scamming and deception".

It lacked that adrenaline rush of "I might get chased and hacked to pieces in the next second."

Sitting so quietly, like a good student...

Ji Zuodao felt extremely uncomfortable, as if there were thorns growing under his buttocks, and he twisted and turned.

After dawdling for a long time, he finally took out the seed that was completely black and shimmering with a faint light.

He held it in his palm and looked at it again and again.

The pent-up frustration of being "taken advantage of by my aunt" hadn't completely dissipated.

At this moment, a deep-rooted distrust of the master chef's skills, forged through blood and tears, has also infiltrated the ranks.

A product made by a master chef is guaranteed to be a random item.

The effects are random, the side effects are random, and the level of surprise (or shock) is random.

The main theme is opening blind boxes, where life and death are predestined and wealth is determined by fate.

Ji Zuodao still remembers clearly the time when he was a child and his masters tricked him into stimulating his "temples" when he was having an epiphany.

His master chef squatted in front of him, scribbling and calculating in a small notebook for a long time, and finally patted his chest, making a solemn vow:

"Little Ji! Go for it! Follow my rhythm of 'Seven Stars Alignment, Yin-Yang Clash, and Three Earthquakes,' and you're guaranteed success! It's the optimal solution I've painstakingly calculated! Don't miss this opportunity!"

Ji Zuodao was young at the time and easily fooled, so he actually believed it.

then……

The acupoints have been activated.

The effect is outstanding; it sharpens perception by more than tenfold!

But at that time, he was "open" his skull, perceiving the world.

The literal meaning of "open".

The top of my head, really, flew away.

Like a soccer ball kicked into the air, it traced a beautiful parabola before crashing into the courtyard wall with a loud thud and bouncing twice.

His second master was sharpening a knife at the time, and he was so frightened that his hand trembled and he almost cut off his own finger.

The third master dropped the straw he was holding, stared at it for a long time, and finally choked out:

"Wow...that's an amazing idea."

Since then, Ji Zuodao has held a mixture of awe and wariness toward all of his master's research findings, wondering if this thing might send him to his death again.

The seed right now...

Ji Zuodao swallowed hard.

To eat, or not to eat?

This is a problem.

It's hardly as profound as Hamlet's "to be or not to be."

After all, Hamlet is dead and that's that, but if Ji Zuodao gets sick from eating it, he might not even die a proper death.

He had to drag his broken body back and forth between "unable to live or die" and "damn it, why am I not dead yet?"

"well……"

Master Ji Zuo sighed deeply, as if he wanted to expel all the hesitation and cowardice from his lungs.

"Give it a try..."

He muttered to himself, as if trying to mentally prepare himself:

"Anyway, I'm tough now. How much worse can things get?"

"If your head flies off, you can just search for it on the ground, pick it up, dust it off, and it'll still be usable."

"Even if the kidney is fried, there's still another one hanging next to it, right? Just make do, what else can you do but divorce?"

"Put the intestines back in, tie a bow, it's fashionable and beautiful, and it might even lead a new trend within Bureau 749."

The more he talked, the more reasonable he felt, and the more courageous he became.

This isn't recklessness.

This is a strategic attempt made after a rational risk assessment based on its own strong life capital!

Yes, that's it!

Ji Zuodao successfully convinced himself, and without further hesitation, he closed his eyes, steeled his heart, and threw the pitch-black seed into his mouth.

It wasn't chewed.

The main problem is that I don't know whether to chew this thing or swallow it whole.

The head chef didn't say, and he didn't ask either.

Asking is pointless. The master craftsman will surely adjust his glasses and say, "Theoretically, it's all possible, but the actual effect requires data support. Try it and remember to record your feedback."

Try?

Try and die.

So, swallow it.

The seed was small, and it slid down my throat, feeling cool and with a strange, astringent taste, like a mixture of rust and rotten wood.

Ji Zuodao smacked his lips and waited for a while.

I don't feel anything.

I waited a while longer.

I still don't feel anything.

"Tsk, counterfeit or shoddy goods?"

Ji Zuodao sank his consciousness into his body, probing towards that restless sea of ​​blood.

The seed, entirely black, lay quietly and obediently at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood, motionless.

The Blood Sea was unusually still at this moment, with calm waters and an eerie, aloof tranquility.

Huh? Weren't you like a starving dog that had just smelled a bone, so excited you wanted to flip the roof off?

Why did they pick it up after the seeds actually came in?

"Could it be that these seeds are doomed to fail in the light? Only good for admiring from afar, not for handling? Like some online dating relationships where before meeting, it's all 'baby, kiss', and after meeting, 'who are you?'"

"That's true. What kind of delicacies and ugly dishes hasn't my husband seen? He's even withstood the kind of mental pollution that Chengdu lolis have experienced. His tastes have become too picky. Does he look down on this kind of plain and unassuming type now?"

He was wondering whether he should leave first and ask the master chef what was going on.

suddenly--

The Blood Sea, which had always been aloof, began to stir.

It first carefully separated a very thin stream of blood-red water.

As if by chance, or perhaps with a hint of probing, it gently teased the seed on the seabed.

no response.

The seed remained completely still, without even a flicker of its faint light.

The sea of ​​blood seemed to pause for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the tentative trickle of blood receded with a "whoosh".

Just when Ji Zuodao thought it was going to give up—

"Splash!"

More crimson water surged forward, this time no longer a test, but with a hint of defiance and perseverance, beginning to circle around the seed.

Flick it to the left, flick it to the right.

Rise up once, then roll down once.

The seeds remained as steady as Mount Tai, unmoved, as if to say: You go about your business, I'll just lie here.

Blood Sea is now completely energized!

The calm sea surface instantly boiled, with more and stronger torrents of blood-red water rushing in one after another.

They surged toward the tiny seed from all directions, surrounding it and beginning a 360-degree, all-encompassing, and varied "harassment."

Poke, tap, roll, suck, pat, rub...

They've mastered the art of "teasing" with an incredible flirtation, just like a husky that's discovered a new toy and won't stop until it falls apart.

As Ji Zuodao looked at this strange yet inexplicably familiar scene, his expression gradually became odd.

This scene...

This feeling of déjà vu...

Why does it look so much like the plot of "The Runaway Little Wife of the Overbearing President" that Ji Zhengdao acted in before in his spiritual platform?

The classic scene where the CEO's attitude towards the Cinderella who ignored him went from "Woman, you've successfully caught my attention" to "Woman, you're provoking me"?

What's going on?!

Ji Zuodao was internally ranting and raving.

"Old man Blood Sea! Wake up! Your persona is that of a domineering CEO, someone who thinks he's the only one who matters, someone who'll kill anyone who tries to ride on his head!"

"I'm not a domineering simp, you know!"

"Do you prefer the passive type? The resistant type? Do you only get excited when they ignore you? You dislike the proactive and enthusiastic type, but you're attracted to this 'sexually apathetic' type who lies down and plays dead?"

"What kind of taste is that! What kind of orientation is that!"

"Why give up a perfectly good CEO position to become a sycophant?"

"And he's doing it so enthusiastically! So fully engaged!"

Ji Zuodao previously only knew that his own Blood Sea was picky about food, domineering, and difficult to please.

Now he knows, it's also kind of... cheeky.

Do you like things that are ignorable, challenging, and that ignite your desire to conquer?