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

As soon as Wang Teng entered the room, his gaze seemed to take root, fixed on the quiet figure in the corner of the sofa.

An unnatural flush rose on his pale face, his breathing became heavy, and he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Medicine Spirit Body...this is the Medicine Spirit Body Aunt Bai was talking about...If I eat her...if I eat her, will I be able to...?"

He reached out as if possessed, his fingertips trembling slightly with longing, almost touching "Zhao Lingling"—

"Snapped!"

The man in the suit slapped his hand away, his face darkening.

"Young Master Wang, behave yourself. The goods haven't been delivered yet; it's not your turn to handle them."

As he spoke, he winked at the bald man.

The bald man understood, roughly picked up the dazed "Zhao Lingling" from the sofa like a rag doll, turned around and went into the next room, closing the door behind him.

"you--!"

Wang Teng's hand was red from the beating, and a flash of ferocity appeared in his eyes.

Wang Sihai seemed oblivious to his son's setback, and sat down opposite the man in the suit with a smile, his hand still fiddling with the walnuts.

"Hehe, little brother, don't rush, don't rush."

We've inspected the goods and are very satisfied. But the price... I heard you're not satisfied and want to renegotiate?"

The man in the suit took a deep breath, extended five fingers, and tapped them on the greasy wooden table:

"Fifty million. Cash, not consecutive numbers. Double the original price."

He stared intently into Wang Sihai's eyes and added:

"We've brought in everyone from 749 because of this girl. My brother and I will take responsibility for this. This price is for your peace and quiet, it's not expensive."

In the next room, the "fake Zhao Lingling," casually tossed onto an old sofa, tilted her head, the eyeball deep in her throat silently recording everything.

Although the image was not visible, the sound came through clearly.

……

Jinghai 749, in front of the projection wall.

"Medicine...spirit...body...?"

As Zhao Ping pondered these three words, the color drained from his face little by little, eventually turning into a terrifying, deathly blue.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at his bewildered daughter in his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably.

That wasn't fear; it was the tremor of the deepest rock layers in the earth before a volcanic eruption.

"Wang! Si! Hai!"

Zhao Ping squeezed out the name, one word at a time, through gritted teeth.

Every word is imbued with the chilling and furious pain of being betrayed and schemed against by the most trusted brother, who even wanted to devour his own flesh and blood.

"Using my daughter's life... to pave the way for your son's spiritual path... Fine... very well!"

He abruptly turned to Deputy Director Liu, his eyes bloodshot, but his voice became eerily calm, a calmness that sent chills down one's spine:

"Old Liu, let's move in, include me."

"I want to personally rip out his blackened heart and see if it can be used as medicine. Then I'll shove his head, filled with wicked schemes, back into his own ass!"

Beside him, Ji Zuodao's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly when he heard the words "Medicine Spirit Body".

He swallowed slowly, very slowly.

The way he looked at Zhao Lingling completely changed.

If before it was like watching a somewhat interesting "gluttonous little Pixiu," now it's like watching a walking, deadly, and incredibly rare creature—

A self-propelled, peerless elixir in human form.

The pig-headed monster is no match for her at all; one is at most a radish, while the other is a ginseng doll that has come to life.

No wonder Zhao Ping hasn't started her cultivation yet, even at this age.

Legend has it that when a Medicine Spirit Body is cultivated to a high level, a drop of its blood can heal flesh and bone, a piece of its flesh can mend severed meridians, and even more profound effects... its uses are endless.

He couldn't resist reaching out and gently pinching Zhao Lingling's chubby, fair face.

It is warm and soft to the touch, with the elasticity unique to children.

Zhao Lingling was startled by the pinch, and looked up at Ji Zuodao with her big, wet eyes in a daze.

Ji Zuodao instantly put on a "benevolent" smile, magically produced a lollipop, and handed it over.

"Thank you, brother."

Zhao Lingling obediently took it, her voice soft and sweet.

"You're welcome."

Ji Zuodao's smile deepened.

If you eat my candy, when you start cultivating, I'll ask you to lend me some blood or something... We're so close, you definitely won't refuse, right?

……

The black market, inside a room.

"Fifty million...hehehe..."

Wang Sihai slowly twirled the walnuts, his smile unchanged, even becoming more amiable.

"Money is just an external thing. If it can improve my son's future, it's worth it."

His tone abruptly shifted, his body leaning slightly forward, his voice low and soft, yet carrying a chilling, venomous edge:

"I'm just afraid... young man, you might have the life to take it, but not the life to spend it."

The man in the suit's pupils constricted, his hair stood on end, and a deadly chill instantly gripped his heart!

He tried to back away, but it was too late!

Wang Sihai's right hand, which he always seemed to be playing with walnuts and looked like he was living a life of luxury, suddenly appeared out like a ghost!

On the thumb, a seemingly decorative jade ring has a faint, almost imperceptible dark sheen peeking out from its edge!

"laugh--!"

A cutting sound so subtle it was almost imperceptible.

The man in the suit froze abruptly, his eyes bulging, and he looked down in disbelief.

A thin, hair-like red line quickly appeared and widened on her neck, and then—

Blood gushed out like a fountain that had been suppressed for a long time, roaring and shooting out! Instantly staining the mottled walls and greasy tabletops red!

"Hah...hah..." He futilely covered his throat, but blood gushed out from between his fingers.

He struggled to turn his eyes to look at Luo Laoqi, who had been silently drinking tea beside him, his eyes filled with a final question and despair.

Luo Laoqi took a leisurely sip of tea, smacked his lips, as if savoring an exquisite tea.

Only then did he raise his cloudy, triangular eyes, glance at the dying man in the suit, and slowly say:

"When people get old, all they want is peace and stability. I'm tempted by Boss Wang's money, but I'm not greedy; half of it will be enough for me."

"Don't worry, your brother... I will send him down to join you soon. He won't be alone on the road to the underworld."

"You...are...a...group..."

The man in the suit made a hoarse, bellowing sound in his throat, filled with endless regret and resentment, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

"elder brother--!!!"

Just then, the door to the next room was suddenly flung open!

Witnessing his brother's tragic fate, the bald man roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot, and pounced on Wang Sihai without regard for anything else!

His spiritual energy surged wildly, revealing that he harbored the intention to perish together with others!

"Run...brother...run!"

On the ground, the man in the suit used his last bit of strength to squeeze out a few breaths before falling silent completely.

……

"Oh?"

Jinghai 749, although the projected image is fixed in the empty next room.

But the screams, screams, roars, and dying cries from the other side were clearly heard through "Fake Lingling's" ears.

"A double-cross, broadcast live, that's exciting."

One of the investigators licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Deputy Director Liu remained expressionless, but the veins on the back of his hand, which was resting on his knee, were bulging.

Ji Zuodao stood up and stopped teasing Zhao Lingling.

The carefree smile on his face vanished completely, replaced by a sharp, cold glint in his eyes, like a drawn demonic blade.

"Uncle Liu,"

He turned to Deputy Director Liu, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling calmness that hinted at a menacing threat:

"It seems the table next door... has already started bleeding."

"We should go and visit them too—"

"It's time for the feast."