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The bartender handed over a glass of amber-colored liquor and a glass of orange juice with a small umbrella inserted in it.

When the wine was handed over, quite a bit spilled from the rim of the glass.

Ji Zuodao didn't mind, took the wine, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, letting out a comfortable "ha".

Qiqi stood on tiptoe, holding the glass of juice that was a bit too big for her, and sipped it slowly, her big eyes curving into crescents with satisfaction.

The bar was dead silent for a few seconds, then suddenly came alive again.

It's even noisier than before.

However, this time, the noisy discussions were less unrestrained and arrogant, and more subdued with suspicion and inquiry.

A bar is being stared at, some with open eyes, some with hidden eyes, like nails driven into the direction of the bar.

"Just now...who among you saw it clearly?"

In the corner, a gaunt old man wrapped in a dirty Taoist robe asked his deskmate in a low voice.

The people next to him all shook their heads.

I didn't see it clearly.

I really didn't see it clearly.

Although that bald guy is stupid, he probably has some skills to his name, and he's good at protecting himself, since he's probably in this "Night Raven" bar drinking and bragging.

But just now, in the blink of an eye—no, it wasn't even a blink of an eye.

It felt like the kid raised his hand, but then again, it felt like he didn't move at all.

Then the bald man's heart started bouncing around on the bar.

fast.

It's fast and wicked.

What's even more sinister is the method used.

The heart was pulled out, and it still had its blood vessels intact, pulsating slightly, so fresh it could be stir-fried right away.

How familiar must one be with human anatomy, and how precise must their hand skills be, to achieve this?

This is no longer murder.

This is craftsmanship.

That kind of skill would make even the best surgeons kneel down and call him their ancestor.

"Damn, he's a tough nut to crack."

At another table, a bald man with a scar on his face touched his bald head, still shaken.

He had just wanted to go up and test that kid's abilities, but luckily he was a step too late.

Otherwise, the one lying on the ground now would probably be "Bald Head Number Two".

"Wait a minute... look at that kid, doesn't he look familiar?"

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed smartly squinted as he carefully examined Ji Zuodao's profile, then suddenly hissed and gasped.

He shakily pulled a palm-sized, tablet-like but oddly shaped device from his pocket and swiped his fingers across it a few times.

An image pops up on the screen.

Although it's a bit blurry and the resolution is terrible, that face, that sly, mischievous, smiling expression...

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses glanced at the screen, then at Ji Zuodao, who was tilting his head back and chugging wine at the bar, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

"The black market wanted poster... the one who almost wiped out the entire Caiyun Wu family... it's him! It really is him!"

His voice was very low, but it trembled noticeably with excitement and fear.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people at the table instantly changed.

The Wu family in Caiyun?

The Wu family, who were almost wiped out a few years ago, with their core members all dead, and a bounty of millions was offered to hunt down the killer on the black market, but they didn't even manage to touch a hair on their head?

The murderer... is this seemingly harmless, even somewhat handsome young man?

The group exchanged glances, all seeing the same meaning in each other's eyes:

This bar is going to be lively tonight.

No, the excitement has already passed.

What made some people's pupils shrink even more was the little girl quietly drinking juice next to Ji Zuodao.

At first, everyone just assumed it was a stash of food or a toy that the kid had brought in.

But when someone uses their magic or activates certain detection techniques to carefully perceive the situation—

That little girl didn't have the slightest trace of human life on her!

Her skin was excessively pale, and in the dim light, it had a cold, jade-like texture.

A faint yet pure aura of death lingered around him.

It wasn't the stench of low-level, walking corpses, but something more ancient and refined, as if it had been nurtured for countless years in an extremely yin place.

Zombies?!

Moreover, judging from their lively eyes and natural demeanor, they are far superior to those bouncy, foolish creatures.

This is at least a zombie that has gained some influence!

Wandering corpses?

Corpse?

Or is it still bone-dissolving?

To be able to keep a zombie of this caliber by your side, and for it to be so obedient and docile...

Just who is this kid?!

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became more subtle.

Curiosity, fear, greed, scheming...

Various emotions fermented and collided in the dim light.

Ji Zuodao seemed completely oblivious. He finished his glass of wine, smacked his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction, and tapped the bar:

"Hey buddy, another one. By the way, this liquor isn't good, is it watered down? Get us your best."

The bartender's face turned green; he wanted to curse.

But when he glanced at the bald man's gradually stiffening corpse on the ground, and then at the heart that had stopped beating and lay quietly on the bar, he swallowed back the swear words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He silently turned around, took out a bottle of wine covered in dust but with an old label from the bottom cabinet, carefully wiped it with his sleeve, poured a glass, and pushed it in front of Ji Zuodao.

This time, not a single drop was spilled.

Ji Zuodao picked up the cup, smelled it, and nodded: "That's more like it."

He took a sip, squinting his eyes as if he were enjoying it.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and glanced around the bar.

Anyone whose gaze fell upon him unconsciously straightened their back or looked away.

Finally, Ji Zuodao's gaze fell on a gaunt old man huddled in a corner booth, his entire body wrapped in a black robe, with only his cloudy eyes showing.

In front of the old man were several small dishes containing dried, oddly shaped insects. He was slowly poking a centipede with a bone needle.

Sensing Ji Zuodao's gaze, the old man paused in his hand, which was poking at the insects.

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing his small white teeth, and raised his glass to the old man:

"Hey, you old man over there playing with insects."

The old man slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes peering through the gaps in his black robe at Ji Zuodao.

His eyes were calm, but a hint of wariness lurked deep within.

"Judging from the smell on you... are you an expert at raising corpses?" Ji Zuodao swirled his wine glass.

The old man was silent for two seconds, then his hoarse voice sounded like sandpaper scraping:

"I know a little."

"Then take a look at her for me." Ji Zuodao reached out and casually ruffled Qi Qi's hair. "How's my girl's appearance? Is she well-raised?"

Qiqi's little head shook as it was being rubbed. She raised her face, which was still a little smeared with orange juice, looked blankly at Ji Zuodao, then at the old man in black robes in the distance, and then continued to sip her juice.

The old man in the black robe: "…………"

The other people in the bar: "…………"

Look?

What are you looking at?!

You can tell this zombie is something else just by looking at it!

Are you genuinely seeking advice or just showing off?!

The old man in the black robe twitched at the corner of his eye, his grip on the bone needle tightened, and after a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"His appearance is like that of a celestial being; I have never seen anything like it in my entire life."

His tone was dry, tinged with frustration, yet also revealing a genuine sense of amazement.

He had raised corpses his whole life and practiced Gu poison his whole life, but this little girl-like zombie before him possessed a pure yet terrifying aura of yin energy, and those incredibly intelligent eyes…

Unheard of!

What level of corpse-raising ground must this be? What kind of heaven-defying method must be used to raise them?

"Hahaha! The old man has good taste!"

Ji Zuodao seemed very happy, tilting his head back and drinking the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Just because of that, I'll treat you to all the drinks tonight!"

He gouged out the bald man's eyeballs and tossed them aside; the eyeballs rolled onto the bar counter.

"Hey buddy, get that old gentleman who plays with insects a pot of good wine, put it on my tab!"

The bartender silently accepted the drink and turned back to the counter to get his liquor.

The old man in black robes nodded slightly in Ji Zuodao's direction.

I've accepted this favor.

The other people in the bar watched this scene with various thoughts.

This kid is not only ruthless and skillful, but he also seems to be quite intelligent.

He casually befriended an old man who didn't seem like someone to mess with.

For a time, those who were originally eager to act or had other plans put their minds to rest.

This pool is deeper than I imagined.

Let's see how it goes first.

Ji Zuodao ordered another drink and sipped it slowly, but his ears were perked up, trying to catch the hushed conversations that had started up again in the bar.

Sure enough, before long, the conversation gradually veered towards areas he was "interested" in.

"Have you heard? They've already started sending out invitations over there."

At a table not far away, a voice was uttered in a very low voice, but it did not escape Ji Zuodao's ears.

"Nonsense, otherwise why would I come to this godforsaken place to drink horse piss during the New Year? It's all for that invitation!"

"How do I get invitations? Do you know how?"

"It's difficult. They're very selective over there. You either need someone who's already been on their radar for a long time, or..."

The speaker paused, then lowered his voice.

"Either you have to do something impressive like that kid did, and catch their eye, maybe you'll get an invitation."

Several gazes once again drifted subtly towards the bar.

Ji Zuodao seemed not to hear, focusing intently on sipping his wine, though a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.

Invitation?

sound……

This is getting more and more interesting.