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

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

Eyes closed, then opened.

The person was found to be in an illusion.

He was standing in mid-air.

Beneath my feet was a rather grand shrine, with vermilion torii gates, white stone steps, and a dense crowd of people.

Faintly, one could hear a ceremonial humming whisper coming from below, along with the clicking of cameras.

Good.

Ji Zuodao licked his slightly dry lips, and a smile slowly bloomed on his face.

Clean, pure, and even with a touch of childlike curiosity and anticipation.

This is it.

Let's get started.

"Buzzing—!!!"

The faint yet dense sound of flapping wings initially resembled the buzzing of mosquitoes on a summer night, but then it grew like a tidal wave bursting its banks, a deafening roar!

Countless jet-black blood-winged mosquitoes, like a black torrent bursting through a dam, surged out of Ji Zuodao's opened spiritual sea!

It was overwhelming, obscuring the sky and the sun!

In an instant, it swallowed up the pitiful amount of sunlight above the shrine.

The sky darkened.

「あれ? What あれ? (Eh? What is that?)」

Among the worshippers below, someone subconsciously looked up, pointing at the rapidly approaching, churning "black cloud" in the sky, a look of bewilderment on their face.

Even more remarkably, some people skillfully pulled out their phones, adjusted the angle, pointed them at the sky, and muttered, "How rare, posting on Instagram."

The flashes of light, twinkling in the gradually dimming light, illuminated the scene.

Ji Zuodao looked down at all of this, and the smile on his lips widened even further.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of invisible command.

"My darlings—"

His voice was light and cheerful, even carrying a hint of the affection of calling one's own pet to its mealtime.

"Dinner's ready."

The moment the words fell—

The dark clouds that blotted out the sky suddenly sank downwards!

Immediately afterwards, like a hornet's nest that had been punctured, or like black asphalt that had burst its banks, it crashed down on the dense crowd below, who were unaware of the impending disaster!

"ah--!!!"

The first short, sharp scream, a mixture of confusion and pain, was like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

"Mosquito! Mosquito! (Mosquito! So many mosquitoes!)"

"It hurts! What the hell?! (It hurts! What is this?!)"

"って! Early pinch——げほっ! (Shoot it down! Shoot it quickly——Uh-huh!)"

Exclamations, questions, curses, and a touch of excitement at "capturing a strange phenomenon"...

However, all the sounds abruptly ceased with the tooth-grinding, hissing sound that seemed like countless straws being inserted into ripe fruit at the same time.

Or rather, it was submerged.

The blood-winged black mosquito is bloodthirsty and extremely ferocious.

Now that we've received the order to eat, why should we stand on ceremony?

Its needle-like mouthparts could easily pierce skin, clothing, and even thin eyeglass lenses.

It wasn't just one or two.

There are tens of thousands! They are densely packed! They are ubiquitous!

A person can be instantly covered in thousands or tens of thousands of blood-winged black mosquitoes!

The mouthparts pierced in, and it sucked frantically.

Warm blood was brutally drawn out and swallowed from the hollow mouth.

The skin dries out and becomes ashen at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Her full cheeks slumped, and her eyes quickly lost their luster, becoming cloudy and empty.

One second they were exclaiming, taking pictures, and trying to drive them away; the next second they were frozen in place, twitching slightly, and rapidly drying like wax.

Then, with a "thud," he fell to the ground, smashing into a puddle of grayish-white powder mixed with clothing fibers.

It scattered with a gust of wind.

Not even a decent bone fragment was left.

They really did eat it all up, leaving not a trace.

Below, laughter, whispered greetings, and the clicking of camera shutters...

In just a few breaths, it was completely replaced by a chilling, deathly wail and desperate screams.

Ji Zuodao gave a death order: don't let them have even the slightest bit of pleasure; these beasts don't deserve it.

Many people couldn't even let out a scream.

He could only open his mouth in vain, letting out hoarse, leaky gasps from his throat.

Its wide eyes reflected the image of its companions disappearing in the same horrific way, eventually being overwhelmed by more black mosquitoes and following in their footsteps.

Hell on earth.

"Tsk..."

Ji Zuodao stood in mid-air, his black trench coat fluttering in the fishy wind stirred up by the swarming mosquitoes.

He tilted his head slightly, looking down at the area that was quickly cleaning up, his innocent curiosity growing stronger.

"Not bad efficiency."

He stroked his chin, as if assessing the shipping speed of his own farm, his eyes sparkling.

"Japan...is a place with a population of roughly 100 million, right?"

"If my little darlings ate it all..."

He squinted, as if he could already see the magnificent scene, and his tone was cheerful.

"How far can they evolve?"

"Hmm, there's more..."

He started counting on his fingers, calculating carefully, as if he were estimating the table turnover rate at a buffet:

"At this rate, how long would it take to eat them all up and wipe them out?"

"A month? Half a month? Or..."

"A week?"

"I'm kind of looking forward to it."

The inner demon standing in mid-air to the side was secretly glancing at Ji Zuodao's profile, which was full of "innocent expectation," out of the corner of his eye.

My scalp feels a little numb.

No, wait...

Is this kid a little eerie?

I've seen those who kill with a look of pleasure on their face; I've seen inner demons.

I've seen people who kill with a cold expression, and I've also seen those who are consumed by inner demons.

But the one in front of me...

He had this damn jubilant look on his face, like he was saying, "My piglets are finally ready for market! This year's harvest is sure to be great!"

Pleasure? That's too simplistic.

Indifference? That's too simplistic.

This is purely the heartfelt, fulfilling joy of seeing "the return on investment projects far exceed expectations"!

Even perverts aren't this perverted!

Even if it's an illusion, even if you know it's all fake.

But aren't you getting a little too into the role?

Isn't it a bit too genuine to get emotionally involved?

The inner demon silently used its limited permissions to view the history.

Keywords: After the Tang Dynasty, Japan/Japan, Central Plains/Han Dynasty.

A few breaths later.

The inner demon fell silent.

At first, I was bewildered, as if I had witnessed some incomprehensible and absurd script.

Then came the absurdity; I felt that whoever wrote this history must be crazy.

Then came shock, and his pupils contracted slightly.

At last……

It was frozen in time as a near-tangible, chilling rage.

"..."

The inner demon slowly exhaled a non-existent breath of turbid air.

It raised its head again and looked down at the massacre scene.

The initial suspicion that "this kid is a bit too sinister" had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an indescribable sense of frustration and rage.

"Oh……"

The inner demon squeezed out a short, breathy sound from between its teeth, devoid of any laughter.

"This group..."

"brute."

The sound was soft, yet carried the cold, hard quality of metal grinding against stone.

It even began to imagine—

If it had been released back then, whether it was during the Zhenguan era, the Kaiyuan era, or even the end of the Tianbao era...

Those ruthless killers in the imperial court—Cheng Zhijie, Li Jing, Hou Junji…

Even when that scoundrel An Lushan was still alive, knowing that there was such a group of ungrateful wolves overseas who later dared to commit such heinous acts against the "Celestial Empire"...

Thirty thousand iron cavalry should be enough!

No.

The inner demon narrowed his eyes, a hint of domineering ruthlessness and savagery belonging to the prosperous Tang Dynasty flashing in his eyes.

Li Jing's military tactics were always like a lion hunting a rabbit, using all his strength.

If they really take action, it will be with overwhelming force.

The navy's warships covered the sea, their iron armor like a forest, their crossbows cocked—in short, they were formidable.

It was buried.

Sink the entire island for him.

This will solve everything once and for all, eliminating any future problems.

Thinking of that scene, the pent-up anger in his heart subsided slightly.

But then it looked at Ji Zuodao, its gaze becoming even more complicated.

National enmity and family hatred...

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder.

Anyone would be a bit of a psychopath if they were in that situation, right?

Thinking about it that way...

The inner demon suddenly realized that Ji Zuodao, that kid...

It's not fucking perverted enough?

"but……"

The inner demon quickly calmed down and frowned slightly.

"A question to the heart, a question to the heart..."

"The difficulty ultimately lies in this word 'question'."

Even with the words "national antagonism and family hatred" weighing on my heart, and the strongest principles supporting me...

"Killing one person is revenge."

"Killing a hundred people is to avenge our grievances."

"Kill ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million... even as we see now, with the nation destroyed, the race wiped out, and not a single chicken or dog spared..."

"Your heart..."

"Can they really continue to live so happily and self-righteously?"

"Is it truly impossible for me, even for a fleeting moment, to have any hesitation about whether this is going too far?"

"After a long, maddening massacre, you'll find yourself facing a truly desolate wasteland, one you created with your own hands..."

"How can you still laugh so carefree?"

This is just the beginning.

Kid.

Let this demon see...

Your heart, so deeply tainted by the path of heretical cultivation...

It's made of iron and diamond...

still is……

It's wrapped in steel on the outside, but inside it's still flesh and blood?