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

Afu felt a heat in his crotch, followed by a torrent of fluid that flowed to the sea and never returned—

I peed so hard I couldn't stop myself.

It’s over.

The Zhou family is finished.

This thought was all that remained echoing in Afu's mind.

How could a person be so stupid as to cause such a terrible disaster?!

Using the Zhou family's name to openly invite heretical cultivators?!

They even invited over forty of them in one go?!

Zhou Qing, are you planning to become a mountain bandit king, or are you preparing to raise the flag of rebellion?!

Oh, thinking about it carefully, it really does seem to be a rebellion—didn't you see that even the "imperial envoy" was killed?

Kill the investigator from Bureau 749...

When Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he only destroyed the Jade Emperor's Lingxiao Palace.

You've stabbed the imperial inspector sent down from Heaven with a single blow!

This sin is higher and more outrageous than Sun Wukong jumping around!

Right now, there's no way to even ask someone to plead for leniency.

Zhou Qing, that good-for-nothing, blocked all escape routes as if they were welded shut, leaving no room for maneuver.

run!

We must run! Immediately! Right now!

The Zhou family's ship is about to sink; if I don't run away now, I'll definitely be buried with them!

After all, this terrible idea... no, this "brilliant plan" originated from Ah Fu's mouth.

Although Zhou Qing, that idiot, added unnecessary details and modified it into a more suicidal version.

But those ruthless guys from Bureau 749 won't bother arguing with you about these things.

They only recognize one principle: collective punishment.

Afu trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind. He tried to take a step, but felt that his legs no longer belonged to him.

It was as soft as overcooked noodles, and with a thud, it fell solidly to the ground.

He tried, but couldn't stand up at all.

climb!

Using both hands and feet, Afu, like a frightened old dog, didn't care about appearances and shuffled towards the outside of the pavilion with his buttocks sticking out.

Valuables? Belongings?

Screw it! I'm about to die, what do I care about all that material stuff!

He's now afraid that if he slows down even a step, those black-clad thugs from Bureau 749 will have already surrounded the Zhou family's old house like an iron barrel.

Then you'll be completely helpless, with no one to turn to for help, and all you can do is wait to be wiped out in one fell swoop!

Zhou Qing stood there, completely bewildered, her eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

What's wrong with this old man, Ah Fu?

We were just chatting happily a moment ago, how did you suddenly wet your pants?

It's still lying on the ground like a big, fleshy worm, like a pupa.

Could it be that you were completely stunned by my extraordinary talent of "strategizing and winning battles from afar" just now?

Sigh! Even if I'm shocked, there's no need to be like this!

You are, after all, a respectable housekeeper of my second wife's household. What kind of behavior is this?

If word gets out, people will think that I, Zhou Qing, mistreat the elderly!

No, I have to show my magnanimity and composure.

"Ah Fu, come here, the ground is cold, let me help you up."

Zhou Qing put on what he thought was a sufficiently "kind and benevolent" smile, bent down, reached out his hand, and decided to personally lift up this shameful old man.

He felt that he must be a benevolent ruler at this moment, shining brightly.

What is this called? This is called the art of managing subordinates!

The servants should feel the warmth and care of their master, like a spring breeze!

Afu was so scared when he saw Zhou Qing getting closer that he almost lost his soul.

"No! Don't come any closer! Second Master, please leave! Please leave!"

Afu scrambled backward, his voice trembling with fear, as if he had seen a ghost.

In his eyes at this moment, Zhou Qing was no second master at all.

That's clearly a walking jinx, a plague god who brings bad luck to anyone who gets involved with him!

Get away! You absolutely must get away!

It's best to draw a clear line and never see each other again!

The main concern is what if the old men from Bureau 749 rush in to arrest someone and misunderstand because they see me standing so close to this idiot?

I have absolutely nothing to do with this damned thing!

Completely innocent!

At this awkward moment of tug-of-war—

On the path outside the pavilion, Zhou Zheng, Zhou Qing's older brother, happened to be strolling by with his hands behind his back.

He was simply digesting his meal and thinking about family matters when he suddenly caught sight of this strange scene in the pavilion:

His good-for-nothing second brother was grinning lewdly, bending over and reaching out his hand, approaching step by step the panicked, tearful old steward, Ah Fu, whose crotch was soaked.

Zhou Zheng stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows twitching violently.

hiss--

This scene...this atmosphere...something just doesn't look right!

Why does it look so much like those classic scenes in storybooks where spoiled young masters are bullying poor maids?

My second brother is usually good at fooling around, but now he's actually going after the old steward who's been with the family for decades.

He even made someone wet their pants while playing with them?!

Zhou Zheng's lips twitched, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart that was hard to describe.

Oh shit……

He initially thought it would be an easy task to arrange for Afu to scheme against his good-for-nothing younger brother, requiring only a little persuasion.

Now it seems...

Isn't the old butler's sacrifice a bit too much?

"stop!"

A loud shout rang out.

Zhou Zheng strode into the pavilion, stepping between Zhou Qing and Afu, glaring at his younger brother:

"Second brother! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Qing was taken aback by the shout, his eagerness to perform the "merciful master, loyal servant" act interrupted, which made him quite unhappy.

"Brother, why are you yelling? I'm just demonstrating how to manage subordinates! Shouldn't I be considerate of them?"

When Afu saw the master, it was like seeing a lifeline. He didn't care about appearances anymore, and grabbed Zhou Zheng's leg, his face covered in snot and tears, his voice shrill:

"Sir! Sir! Run! Run! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"

"Don't worry, with me here, he won't dare to do anything to you again."

All right.

Despite talking at cross purposes, the goal was achieved perfectly.

The two were not on the same wavelength at all; their conversations were completely different, and their emotional expressions were worlds apart.

After much arguing and explanation, Zhou Zheng finally pieced together from Afu what "good deeds" his good-for-nothing younger brother had done.

"You killed... investigator 749?" Zhou Zheng's voice was trembling.

"Yes, brother, you didn't see it, the scene back then..."

"You killed investigator 749?!"

Zhou Zheng suddenly raised his voice, almost screaming, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

With a loud "boom".

Zhou Zheng felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, followed by a familiar soreness and dragging pain in his lower abdomen.

broken.

He felt he couldn't hold it in any longer.

孽 孽!

Wasn't he just trying to scheme against his good-for-nothing second brother, to gain some benefits for the eldest branch of the family, and to teach this good-for-nothing a lesson?

How did it all happen so fast...?

This idiot just punched a hole in the sky and then stuffed a firecracker into it?!

This is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

"So what if someone died?"

Zhou Qing looked at his older brother's face, which had turned deathly pale, and his legs, which were trembling slightly. He still couldn't understand it and even thought his brother was making a mountain out of a molehill. He frowned and said:

"Just like before, find a scapegoat to take the blame, right? Spend some spirit stones to bribe them, and 749 will really fight to the death with our Zhou family for some nobody, won't he?"

Zhou Zheng slowly turned his head and looked at his younger brother with an extremely unfamiliar and cold gaze.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.

No, I'm looking at a bunch of chips that can be traded.

Yes.

There is still a chance to remedy the situation.

To put righteousness before family ties.

Clean up the entire second branch of the family, from top to bottom, from the oldest to the youngest, one by one.

Perhaps only by taking enough lives can we slightly quell 749's overwhelming rage.

"You...you'd better watch yourself."

Zhou Zheng squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, then turned around abruptly and stumbled towards the direction where the ancestor was in seclusion.

This is a huge deal.

It's so big that even he, the head of the family, can't handle it anymore.

We must, immediately, right now, ask our ancestors to make the decision!

In the pavilion, Zhou Qing looked at his elder brother's hurried departure with a blank expression.

Afu glanced at Zhou Qing, who was still oblivious to the situation, and then at the direction in which the patriarch had disappeared.

He scrambled to his feet, ignoring his soaked crotch, and turned to run away in another direction.

When disaster strikes, everyone should flee.

He had already said everything he could and should say to the master, which was more than enough and a fair exchange, and he had done right by the Zhou family's years of providing him with rice.

Now?

The best course of action is to run away as fast as possible!

Zhou Qing stood alone in the pavilion, looking in the direction his elder brother had disappeared, then in the direction Afu had fled, and then down at the unidentified puddle of water that was slowly seeping into his feet...

A gust of wind blew through, and he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.