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

Ji Zuodao gestured at the mandrill's head for a long time, then finally clicked his tongue and gave up.

Being particular?

What a load of crap.

He placed his hand directly on the top of the mandrill's furry head, his fingers applying slight pressure—

"Pfft."

My finger sank in effortlessly, the sensation was somewhat like pressing into a piece of semi-soft, semi-hard jelly.

The mandrill suddenly widened its scarlet eyes, and made a dying, gasping "hoarse" sound in its throat as it struggled in vain.

Unfortunately, every joint in its body that could move had already been thoroughly dealt with by Ji Zuodao, who treated it like a tree branch.

"Click."

A dull, muffled cracking sound, rather than a crisp one.

Ji Zuodao forcefully pried open the mandrill's entire skull, just like lifting the lid off a boiled egg.

It revealed the pink, trembling mass inside, still warm and faintly pulsating... brain.

"Wow."

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up. He moved closer to examine it carefully, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Ninety-nine percent perfect, a rare find. This condition is exceptional."

He casually tossed the piece of skull still covered in hair aside, and his other hand naturally reached for the human skin bag he never parted with at his waist.

He pulled out two things: a large stainless steel soup ladle with its edges polished to a shine, and a small bottle of clear-looking oil from some unknown animal.

Unscrew the cap and pour the oil into the soup spoon.

With a flick of the wrist, the spoon handle skillfully wedged into a groove in a stone at the edge of the fire, allowing the bottom of the spoon to steadily receive the licking of the flames.

The oil quickly bubbled up in the spoon, making a soft sizzling sound, and a unique aroma mixed with nuts and caramel spread out.

Ji Zuodao, estimating that the oil was almost ready, pinched the spoon handle and, with a flick of his wrist, scooped up a spoonful of scalding, fragrant oil, aiming it at the pinkish-white brain exposed to the air—

"Sizzle—!!!"

The moment the boiling oil came into contact with fresh brain tissue, it produced an astonishing sound and white steam!

The mandrill, which was on the verge of fainting from the intense pain and blood loss, was jolted by the extreme heat and shuddered violently, as if it had been electrified!

Immediately afterwards, a twisted and deformed scream, unlike anything a living being could utter, squeezed out of his throat—an extremely shrill and miserable scream!

"Awooo—!!!"

The sound echoed through the mountains and forests, sending chills down one's spine.

Around them, the mandrills that had been pinned to trees and rocks with skewers or kicked and left sprawled on the ground were trembling like leaves.

There was no trace of ferocity left in his scarlet eyes, only boundless fear and despair.

He stared intently at the human demon beside the fire, who was holding a ladle and observing the "cooking effect" with focused concentration.

In front of a group of "fellow villagers," he performed the "pouring of hot oil on pig brains" live...

The visuals, the execution, the feel...

The impact was absolutely incredible.

Let's not talk about them anymore.

On the other side of the fire, the college students who were huddled together were also pale, their teeth chattering, their legs cramping, and they were shaking even more violently than the mountain demons.

I...oh my god...

To... to open one's heavenly spirit with bare hands?!

Ji Zuodao flicked his wrist, and poured several more spoonfuls of boiling oil over the top.

"Sizzle—sizzle—!"

A strange and intense aroma, mixed with an indescribable, rich scent reminiscent of a blend of nuts and animal fat, instantly overwhelmed the stench of blood and burnt smells in the forest, rising gently into the air.

"Come on, Qiqi, have a taste."

As if by magic, Ji Zuodao produced an even smaller porcelain spoon.

From the edge of the brain that had already formed a pale golden, crispy shell, I gently scooped off the tenderest little piece, blew on it, and brought it to Qiqi's lips.

Qiqi had already put down the luncheon meat she was eating halfway through, and with a little head jutted out, she took a big bite and accurately caught the spoon.

Her rosy cheeks twitched slightly as she savored the moment.

The next second, those usually calm eyes suddenly curved into two small crescent moons, sparkling with contentment.

"tasty."

She swallowed, her little tongue licking her lips with lingering satisfaction, then she raised her face, her eyes clear and earnest as she looked at Ji Zuo:

"Brother, eat."

"Okay, brother, you should try some too."

Ji Zuodao used the same spoon to scoop out a large piece for himself, put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and carefully savored it.

"Um……"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a long sigh, his face revealing a sense of nostalgia and satisfaction that "time may pass, but classics will endure."

"Soft, smooth, tender, fragrant...it tastes just like it did back then, unchanged. Authentic!"

He smacked his lips, still savoring the moment, and then turned his gaze to the group of college students who were huddled together, trembling like the last few leaves in the autumn wind.

Ji Zuodao shook the spoon in his hand, which was still stained with oil and bits of brain residue, and put on a smile that could only be described as "warm and hospitable":

"Gentlemen, are you hungry too? Come on, have a taste! Everyone gets a share, don't be shy. This kind of thing only comes once in a while."

"No no no no no—!!!"

Upon hearing this, the college students shook their heads wildly, like rattles beating in the wind.

The amplitude and frequency were so great that one was worried their necks would snap at any moment.

"Brother! Hero! Good man! Please...please enjoy it yourself! Don't be shy! We...we're not hungry! We're really not hungry!"

Ji Zuodao chuckled, slowly and methodically feeding Qiqi spoonful by spoonful, while giving them the look of someone who was looking at idiots:

"Now you know fear? I tell you, you bunch of young people, your courage is smaller than a pinhead, but your desire to court death is bigger than the sky."

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, instead of staying home scrolling through your phone, receiving red envelopes, and being interrogated by relatives about 'Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?' and 'How much do you earn?', why are you running around in the Ailao Mountains?"

"Thinking you're too tough, that you haven't met your KPIs with the King of Hell, so you're rushing to deliver your performance quota?"

"The number of people who mysteriously disappear from this place every year is enough to form several large tour groups. Do you really think those legends of 'forbidden zones for humans' are just a joke?"

"You guys are brainless, yet you still know to hire a mentor."

Ji Zuodao scooped up the last bit of the trembling pig brain jelly and fed it to Qi Qi. Then, holding the empty spoon, he gestured towards the ashen-faced college students:

"You guys have brains... hey, you found a shady director."

"You went for the cheapest option, didn't you? You used unofficial channels, didn't you?"

"Saving a few pennies almost turned me into wild animal feed. What a terrible calculation! A huge loss."

A bespectacled boy who had just been "heroically" trying to knock down the mandrill was now so ashamed he wanted to bury his head in the dirt, scratching the back of his head and muttering under his breath:

"We...we didn't know this place was really this eerie..."

"I'd heard that the Ailao Mountains were quite mysterious before, but... but in recent years, haven't there been quite a few outdoor streamers on Douyin and Bilibili who come here specifically to livestream their 'adventures'?"

"Looking at it...it seems pretty normal, right? Walking along mountain paths, taking pictures of the sea of ​​clouds, telling legends, nothing wrong with that..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's lips twitched violently, and his expression instantly became quite interesting, as if he had heard the lame joke of the year.

Nothing's wrong?

Ji Zuodao had also watched those live streams about Ailao Mountain when he was bored.

The scene captured on camera is one of tranquility and peace, a veritable forest oxygen bar.

But even through the screen, he could see at least seven or eight old monsters who had become powerful and were too lazy to move.

Those streamers and their teams were able to leave unscathed not because they were lucky or well-equipped.

We have to thank the relevant national departments for setting rules with the indigenous people of the Ailao Mountains years ago.

otherwise?

Otherwise, it would have long since become fertilizer under some unknown rock, or the digestive residue of some great demon.