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

Director Lin stared at the darkened phone screen and tapped his fingertips twice on the table.

Never mind, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

He was willing to accept the budget for the two-story building as long as those scourges could be eradicated completely.

Caiyun is different from those cities with towering buildings.

Here, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, with ravines crisscrossing the area. When those evil cultivators go into the old forest, it's like a drop of water falling into the sea; you can't even touch their shadow.

Unlike places like Jinghai, where there are countless surveillance cameras, evil cultivators can commit crimes in the morning and then line up to collect peanuts in the afternoon—their efficiency is enviable.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door, and Sun Zhigang poked his head in with a pained expression:

"Director, we can't access Ji Zuodao's detailed file. The Jinghai Bureau has a very high encryption level, and we don't have the necessary permissions."

Director Lin frowned, about to speak, when his phone vibrated.

It was a message from Zhang Yucheng:

"Old Lin, Xiao Ji's identity is a bit special, and I've encrypted his file. I'm sending you a few videos of his work records; remember to delete them after you're done watching them. Just keep it in mind."

Below are three video files.

Director Lin glanced at Sun Zhigang: "You can go ahead and get back to work."

After the door closed, he clicked on the first video.

The footage is a bit shaky, it looks like it was taken by a body camera.

Ji Zuodao casually made a gesture, and a ball of dark blue flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

He dragged several people who were struggling and screaming, and threw them one by one into that eerie fire like garbage.

The flames did not burn clothes, but instead burned flesh and blood. Amidst the sizzling sounds, several longan-sized, blood-red pills condensed in the fire.

Ji Zuodao casually scooped it up and stuffed it into his pocket, his movements as practiced as if he were receiving a few roasted chestnuts from a peddler.

Director Lin's eyebrows twitched.

The second video shows a scene that resembles a service club.

Ji Zuodao was leading a little girl, with a big black dog following beside them.

With a wave of her hand, the little girl instantly sealed off all the doors, windows, and exits with a bone-chilling cold, causing the people inside to shiver uncontrollably.

The greyhound raised its head and roared, the sound waves causing people to stagger.

Ji Zuodao himself moved about, his movements so fast they left afterimages as he pulled out tendons, peeled skin, and dismantled bones... By the time the video ended, no one on set could still stand and catch their breath.

Director Lin silently took a sip of the tea, which had already gone cold.

The third video is taken in a standard 749 interrogation room.

A foreigner, handcuffed, looked terrified.

Ji Zuodao carried a pot of freshly boiled water and slowly poured it onto the other person's shoulder.

Accompanied by that piercing scream, Ji Zuodao grinned and, following the edges of the scalded flesh, patiently peeled off the entire human skin, bit by bit.

After reading it, Director Lin put down his phone and remained silent for a full minute.

He slowly leaned back in his chair, raised his hand, and vigorously rubbed his somewhat stiff face.

He originally just wanted to find someone of his own who had a similar temperament, was bold and meticulous, and could fool the evil cultivators, so that he could infiltrate and find out the situation.

I don't really want to find a heretical practitioner!

Where exactly did Zhang Yucheng recruit this talent from?

This style, this method...

Even those lawless evil cultivators would probably have to step forward respectfully, offer a cigarette, and say, "Senior, your technique is professional!"

So how exactly did they pass the political background check?

Who exactly signed the "agreement" for him?

Director Lin let out a long sigh and completely deleted those videos from his phone.

Fine.

Although the process was a little different from what I expected...

But judging from the results, the candidate seems exceptionally suitable?

He picked up the internal phone and said in a deep voice:

"Sun Zhigang, pass on the message: after Comrade Ji Zuodao arrives, all actions should be based on his plans and judgments."

"Unless he specifically requests it, no one is allowed to interfere, let alone criticize his methods. I repeat, no one is allowed to question him; full cooperation is required."

After hanging up the phone, Director Lin looked out the window at the gloomy sky.

He now only hopes that this Comrade Ji Zuodao will remain silent while playing the role of a heretical cultivator...

I can vaguely remember my identity as an investigator from 749.

Don't get too caught up in the game.

Lion Camel Ridge, a moment ago.

Ji Zuodao was sitting cross-legged under a crooked old tree, idly teasing a passing scorpion with a blade of grass, when his phone vibrated.

Upon looking at the caller ID, it read "Uncle Zhang".

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, Happy New Year! Any instructions?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yucheng succinctly recounted the lively situation in Caiyun and the matter of the temporary transfer.

"A killing contest? The leader of an evil cultivator?"

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly. He threw away the grass stem in his hand, and the mountain scorpion, as if granted a pardon, darted back into the crevice in the rock.

"I'll go! I absolutely have to go! Uncle Zhang, you understand me so well! I was just worried that this year had been too uneventful!"

Ji Zuodao came back for the New Year just to show off.

Now that the novelty has worn off and the excitement has faded, Lion Camel Ridge suddenly seems a bit boring.

The heartwarming drama of teacher-student affection and filial piety also came to an end early.

After finishing their meal, the three old men went into their own rooms to fiddle with the gifts he had brought back, and didn't have time to pay him any attention.

Ji Zuodao was so bored he was practically growing mushrooms, and this exciting mission just happened to be there.

"Alright, then get ready and report directly to the Caiyun 749 Precinct to see Director Lin. Be careful, and also be mindful of... your behavior."

Zhang Yucheng's last two words were quite meaningful.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang! You can trust me to get things done! I guarantee we'll earn back two more floors for the Jinghai Bureau!"

After hanging up the phone, Ji Zuodao jumped up, full of energy.

"Dog Master! Qiqi! We've got some work! Pack up, let's go down the mountain and earn some extra money!"

Doggy lifted his eyelids, yawned with the smell of alcohol on his breath, and slowly got up.

Qiqi nodded obediently and jogged after her.

As for his three masters?

Inside the master chef's room, several foreign specimens, each incorporating characteristics of at least a dozen different creatures, which Ji Zuodao had casually brought back after knocking them over, were placed on the master chef's table.

The master chef's eyes burned with the fervor of someone who had seen a priceless treasure. He marveled at the twisted limbs and bizarre connections, his mouth practically watering.

He muttered to himself, occasionally exclaiming in admiration, "Wonderful...this structure...this activity..."

From the second master's insect burrow, faint sounds of excited hissing and the high-frequency buzzing of the blood-winged black mosquito's wings could be heard.

He took the blood-winged black mosquito to breed with his precious Gu worm.

You could still hear his gentle voice soothing his precious Gu worm: "Sweetie, look what a great partner Daddy found for you..."

The sounds coming from Master San's side were relatively simple, with only muffled gasps and faint, projected light filtering through the door crack.

The notebook that Ji Zuodao bought from Li Shuwen at a high price, which covers multiple genres and supports a panoramic immersive experience, seems to be working exceptionally well.

The Third Master had never seen such a novel thing before, and at that moment he wished he could kowtow to Ji Zuodao on the spot to show his gratitude.

"Well, everyone's busy, that's good."

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction, skipping the farewell ceremony.

"Let's go!"

He took Qiqi's hand in one hand, and Doggy swayed to his side in perfect unison.

The next moment, three streaks of light shot up from Lion Camel Ridge, piercing the darkening sky, and sped toward Caiyun City.

At the mountaintop, only the whistling wind, the master chef's obsessive mutterings, the strange noises from the second master's insect burrow, and the intermittent, inquisitive exclamations coming from the third master's room.