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

"Tsk tsk..."

"Boss Wang, if you really say this has nothing to do with your son... then I'd really like to ask you that."

Ji Zuodao extended his index finger and gently tapped Wang Teng's chest and abdomen, as if he were tapping a piece of rotten wood.

"Your son's body... his internal organs are all 'sizzling' and emitting a mixed stench of blood."

"This smell...it's pungent. It's not something you can get from eating just one or two people. How many people did they have to eat raw to get all those organs pickled in this flavor?"

Ji Zuodao raised his head and looked at Wang Sihai, whose face was ashen, with a look of utter confusion that could only be described as "innocent":

"Eating people to open one's mind and using blood to replenish one's body... This kind of stupid, outdated folk remedy would make even the most low-level heretical practitioners in our remote mountain village laugh their heads off and listen to it as a bedtime story."

"What, your Wang family... actually believes in this? And you're willing to let your precious son try it himself?"

"You're talking nonsense!! You're spouting rubbish!!"

Wang Teng, whose most sensitive spot had been hit, suddenly went berserk, struggling and screaming:

"It's true! Aunt Bai said that as long as I hand over the medicinal spirit body to her, she can use a secret method to refine a batch of 'Creation Pills' for me! Then all my blocked acupoints will be opened! I can cultivate! I can become a superior being!"

"Teng'er! Shut up!!"

Wang Sihai, who had just been begging for mercy, changed his expression drastically upon hearing the name "Aunt Bai" and shouted to stop her!

"Oh?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow.

He released his grip on Wang Teng's collar, letting him collapse to the ground.

He slowly turned around, looked at Wang Sihai, whose face was ashen and whose eyes were filled with terror, and slowly a very "kind" smile bloomed on his face.

"Aunt Bai?"

He spoke the name slowly and deliberately, his tone as gentle as if he were calling out to a lover.

"It seems... Boss Wang is hiding something, and he's not willing to reveal it."

"This 'Aunt Bai' sounds... quite caring. She can guide you in finding medicinal spirits and even refine pills... Where does she work? Could you please introduce us?"

"Heh...heh heh...I'm not telling you..."

Wang Sihai didn't speak, but Wang Teng let out a twisted and manic laugh.

It was a mixture of fear and a strange, almost overwhelming excitement.

"Aunt Bai... said... we can't say... if we say it... the pill will be gone..."

"Oh?"

Ji Zuodao nodded, a look of sudden realization on his face, as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.

Did you know that?

His tone was calm, as if he were having a chat, but his right hand precisely grasped Wang Teng's intact left index finger.

I think—

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking interrupted the sneer that was about to spill from Wang Teng's throat.

"You'll want to say it."

Ji Zuodao continued speaking, loosening his index finger and hooking it in with his middle finger.

"after all,"

"Snap!"

The middle finger snapped instantly.

"The ten fingers are connected to the heart."

"Snap!"

Ring finger.

"This taste,"

"Snap!"

little finger.

"I feel terrible."

"Ugh—! Ah!! My hand! My hand!!"

Wang Teng's maniacal laughter completely turned into a shrill, inhuman wail.

His body arched and convulsed violently like a shrimp out of water, his left hand's five fingers drooping at all sorts of bizarre angles, and his face was covered in tears, snot, and saliva.

"Fuck you! Stop it! Stop it right now!!"

Wang Sihai's eyes were bloodshot, and as he watched his son's fingers being broken one by one before his eyes, his rationality snapped instantly, and he roared hoarsely:

"Is this the kind of behavior you 749 Bureau is in?! Abusing yourselves! Forcing confessions out of us! I'm going to report you! I'll report you to headquarters! I'll report you to the government! Liu Zhou! You fucking condone your subordinates doing this, you'll be fired!!"

Ji Zuodao ignored the roar behind him.

He even casually shook his hand, as if he had just crushed a few insects.

Then, he slightly turned his head, his gaze passing over the wailing Wang Teng, and looked at Deputy Director Liu, who sat motionless on the sofa beside him. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry—

Uncle, this bastard is going to report us, what should we do?

Deputy Director Liu stood with his arms crossed, as steady as a mountain, and met Ji Zuodao's gaze with a barely perceptible nod.

The movement was so small it was almost invisible, but the meaning was crystal clear—

Continue. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up.

A smile spread across Ji Zuodao's lips, a kind of joy that came from being indulged by his parents, tinged with a touch of mischievousness.

He stopped looking at Wang Teng, turned around, and walked over to Wang Sihai, who was being pinned down on the shoulder by the mountain demon and was struggling and roaring.

Slowly squat down.

"A whistleblower? Vigilante justice?"

Ji Zuodao tilted his head and repeated Wang Sihai's accusation, his expression actually looking a little...innocent?

"Boss Wang, you've really wronged an innocent person."

He reached out his hand—

That long, clean hand that had just had five fingers broken off.

Without using violence, he simply patted Wang Sihai's cheek, which was trembling violently with anger and fear, gently and even somewhat politely.

Then, the hand slowly slid down, its cold touch passing over the jawline and Adam's apple, finally, with its fingers slightly spread, it lightly but precisely gripped the back of Wang Sihai's neck.

The pad of my finger rested precisely on the protruding segment of his cervical vertebrae.

"I knew it!"

Ji Zuodao leaned closer, his voice low, filled with the delight of discovering something unexpected, his breath hot against Wang Sihai's instantly stiff earlobe.

"Look at you, so unyielding and determined to fight to the bitter end..."

"presumably……"

His five fingers tightened slightly, and a barely perceptible chill seemed to seep through his fingertips, precisely stimulating that vertebra.

"She was born with a pair of..."

Ji Zuodao's tone grew softer and slower, as if he were reciting some beautiful verses, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, the pure and focused light of a hunter assessing his prey.

"Excellent..."

"Unyielding spirit."

He almost held the last four words in his mouth, uttering them with a breathy sound.

After speaking, he leaned back slightly, creating some distance between himself and the body.

He leisurely observed Wang Sihai's face, which had turned deathly pale and was covered in cold sweat, and the deep-seated fear that could no longer be concealed in his eyes.

Then, Ji Zuodao smiled.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, revealing a set of white teeth, which, in the dim and bloody room, somehow gave her a sunny and clean appearance.

But what he said caused the temperature in the room to drop sharply.

"very nice."

"I'm just missing one..."

His fingers, which were gripping the back of Wang Sihai's neck, tightened even more, his nails almost digging into the flesh.

"Spine Sword".

"Your son won't tell..."

Ji Zuodao's gaze swept meaningfully over Wang Teng, who was already in so much pain that he was barely conscious and could only gasp for breath, before slowly moving back to Wang Sihai's eyes, which were almost bursting open.

"You tell me..."

"Alright."

"If you don't tell me..."

"Pick your favorite bone."

"I'll pay for it right here."

"ensure……"

"Authentic craftsmanship."