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

Wow, that fur is so shiny and smooth, the food they eat must be pretty good.

Ji Zuodao glanced at the guide twitching in pain on the ground, clicked his tongue, and showed a hint of appreciation on his face:

"I didn't realize you were such an expert, uncle. The way someone feeds you makes a difference; look at that coat, that fat... you must have invested a lot in it, right?"

He paused, as if recalling some unpleasant memory, and his tone turned regretful:

"Sigh, I also tried raising animals in captivity when I was a kid, thinking about how to achieve sustainable development and make it a long-term business."

"They all died as a result."

"Damn it, I've only been busy for a month or two and forgot to feed her!"

"It's really easy to lose its health."

Upon hearing the words "taken advantage of," the faces of several college students turned ashen, even paler than the roasted mushrooms in their hands.

Hey!

No wonder the guide fee is charged like charity; it turns out it's "self-sufficient feed included"!

They are the "feed"!

The director clutched his chest, which had collapsed, and made a "hoarse" sound in his throat, each breath sounding like a leaky bellows.

He stared intently at Ji Zuodao, his gaze so venomous it seemed to drip pus, and suddenly let out a shrill, mournful screech from deep within his throat!

The upside-down shadows on the treetops moved at the sound!

"whisper--!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Like arrows released from a bow, streaks of black shadow tore through the air and pounced fiercely on the group of people in the center of the fire from all directions!

Its fangs are gleaming white, and its single leg is like a hook, carrying with it a stench and murderous intent!

"Oh my god!"

"They're coming down!"

The college students were terrified, screaming and trembling as if they had been electrocuted.

At this critical moment—

Ji Zuodao made a move.

He bent down and casually grabbed a handful of bare metal skewers from the pile of mushrooms he had just picked, which were still covered in oil and sauce.

With a casual flick of the wrist, he tossed it around.

The movements were as relaxed as if he were taking a walk after a meal, or casually tossing a handful of sand.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was sharp and piercing!

Dozens of greasy grill skewers, transformed into a misty drizzle, surged upwards!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

"Awooo—!!!"

A sickeningly loud thud as flesh was pierced and a piercing scream exploded at the same time!

Most of the mandrills that swooped down from mid-air didn't even have time to land; they were immediately "nailed" to the surrounding tree trunks and rocks by iron spikes!

The iron skewers pierced through their bodies, securing them firmly like specimens.

The remaining mandrills managed to land by sheer luck, baring their fangs and their eyes turning red, and continued to pounce on Ji Zuodao without regard for anything else.

"Tsk, no sense at all."

Ji Zuodao pursed his lips, looking somewhat disgusted.

Then, lift your foot.

"Bang!"

A kick landed squarely on the face, sending the one at the front spinning 720 degrees in mid-air before it splattered onto a nearby tree and slowly slid down.

"Snapped!"

With a backhand slap, he struck the other mandrill that had ambushed him from the side, sending it spinning three times like a top, dizzy and disoriented, before it plopped down on its backside.

"Get out of here!"

A precise side kick sent the third bird flying high into the air, tracing an arc before it "plop" into a nearby creek, splashing up a large spray of water.

Clean and crisp, flowing smoothly.

Like kicking a pebble on the roadside.

He didn't even move more than a few steps throughout the entire process, and he didn't even spill the string of freshly grilled mushrooms on his feet.

"this one?"

Ji Zuodao patted non-existent dust off his hands, his gaze sweeping over the group of mountain demons—some pinned down, some dizzy, some lying prone—with a hint of scrutiny:

"His strength is alright, but his reaction time is slow. But that's okay, exercised muscles are firmer."

He deliberately didn't kill him.

After all, fresh ingredients taste best.

If it's completely dead, the tendons will harden, and the flavor will be compromised.

"Wow...that's amazing!"

A boy watched as Ji Zuodao fought so easily and comfortably, taking down one kid with each kick, and suddenly felt that this legendary ferocious mountain demon was nothing special.

In a moment of impulsiveness and overconfidence, he grabbed a wooden stick, yelled "Ah ah!", and charged toward the nearest mandrill!

"I'll hit you—!"

The stick was swung in a wide arc and smashed solidly onto the mandrill's furry, ugly head.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

The wooden stick... broke.

The mandrill tilted its head, shook it, and then slowly, very slowly, turned back around.

In those scarlet eyes, bewilderment was quickly replaced by rage.

"whisper!!!"

It was completely enraged!

Ignoring the terrifying human, it kicked off with its single leg, opened its foul-smelling maw full of sharp teeth, and pounced on the two-legged beast that dared to provoke it with a piece of broken wood!

"Holy crap!"

The boy stared blankly at the broken stick in his hand, then at the gaping maw rushing towards him. His legs went numb, and he forgot to dodge.

Just a moment before the fangs were about to touch his throat—

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

Qiqi, who had been sitting quietly by the fire, nibbling on the piece of roasted luncheon meat that Ji Zuodao had given her, suddenly stood up.

Holding a small mourning stick, barely thicker than her arm and adorned with a tiny white banner, she swung it at the back of the mandrill's head as it lurched through the air.

The mandrill, which had been ferocious and furious just moments before, suddenly froze.

The fierce glint in his eyes vanished instantly.

Then, with a "plop," it landed straight on the ground in front of the boy's feet, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

It stopped moving.

Qiqi put away the stick, sat back on the stool, her face calm, and continued to nibble on her luncheon meat.

It was as if I had just casually swatted away a buzzing mosquito.

The university students: "…………"

They looked at the mandrill lying dead on the ground, and then at the porcelain doll with a calm expression.

The group fell into deeper confusion and self-doubt.

Is there something wrong with this world?

"Qiqi, well done! I'll make you lots of delicious food later!"

Ji Zuodao spared no praise for his precious younger sister, his tone as if a parent were complimenting their child for getting perfect scores on their final exams.

Qiqi didn't look up, continuing to nibble on the piece of roasted luncheon meat in her hand.

Only the tips of her fair little ears twitched almost imperceptibly, turning a faint pink.

"Oh no! That tour guide... he ran away!"

A sharp-eyed boy pointed to the spot where the guide had collapsed earlier, where only a pile of crushed fallen leaves remained.

"rest assured."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand and plopped back down on a relatively clean rock next to the fire.

"He broke the rules of Ailao Mountain, he won't survive."

He was talking, but his hands didn't slow down at all.

He casually scooped up a mandrill that had been kicked and was struggling to get up from beside his feet.

The mountain demon had just turned its head, baring its fangs—

"Click, click, click."

Three crisp, chilling sounds of bones breaking rang out almost simultaneously.

Ji Zuodao moved so fast that he left afterimages. He grabbed the mountain demon's two forelimbs and one hind leg, twisted and bent them casually, as if breaking three slightly thick dead tree branches.

The mandrill's scream had barely reached its throat when a large hand grabbed its neck and lifted it up, leaving only a hissing sound from its throat and its bulging, scarlet eyes, contorted with pain and fear.

"Be good, don't move around, it'll be over soon."

Ji Zuodao smiled and comforted her, while raising his other hand.

Using the knuckle of your index finger, gently tap back and forth on the top of the mandrill's head, which is covered in messy black hair, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

He tilted his head slightly, squinted, and looked focused.

It seemed to be seriously considering how to perfectly and safely lift this skull to remove the trembling, white brain inside.