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

On the other side, Zhou Zheng stumbled and crawled to find his ancestor Zhou Mu, who was in seclusion in the forbidden area behind the mountain.

He embellished the story, cried and wailed, and poured out all the "great achievements" of his "brilliant and ambitious" second brother.

Even though Zhou Mu had lived for nearly two hundred years and boasted that he had seen all kinds of storms, he almost couldn't catch his breath after hearing this, and immediately performed the act of his ancestor ascending to heaven on the spot.

He picked at his ears, wondering if he had been in seclusion for too long and his earwax had become sentient, causing him to hallucinate.

"Say it again, what did that brat from the second wife do?"

With a mournful face, Zhou Zheng repeated himself, emphasizing that he had "killed investigator 749" and "used the Zhou family's name to issue invitations to hire more than forty evil cultivators."

Zhou Mu remained silent for a full half minute.

Having lived for so many years, what hasn't he heard of or done?

Could they target the investigators from Bureau 749?

Is this something a carbon-based organism could come up with?!

They're not like those unfettered evil cultivators who kill people and then disappear into the deep mountains or overseas!

You, a prominent family with hundreds or even thousands of members and businesses across the land, dare to mess with the 749 people?!

Where's his brain? Was it eaten by zombies? Or did he suffer a cultivation mishap and turn his brain into a relic?

"kill."

Zhou Mu squeezed out a single word through clenched teeth, his voice so cold it could crack stone.

"Go now and wipe out the entire second branch of the family, starting with that wicked Zhou Qing. Clean them all up, one by one. Cut off their heads and chill them with ice."

"Tomorrow, no, tonight I will take them to the entrance of Bureau 749 and kneel down to beg for forgiveness."

Perhaps by sacrificing the blood and heads of the entire second branch of the family, the Zhou family could still find a sliver of hope to survive.

Zhou Zheng finally felt relieved; as expected, the ancestor was thinking the same thing as him.

Sacrificing family for the greater good, abandoning pawns to save the king.

Although it hurts, it's better than the whole clan being buried with them.

As long as 749's anger can be appeased, let alone a second wife, even...

He hadn't finished thinking about it yet.

"kill--!!

Outside, the faint sounds of shouting and fighting could be heard, deafening, mixed with the rumble of collapsing buildings and faint bursts of maniacal laughter.

But soon, it mysteriously fell silent again.

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts skipping a beat simultaneously.

"What's going on? Why did the 749 team arrive so quickly?!"

Can you believe it? How long has it been since that idiot Zhou Qing made his move?

Even if 749 reacts quickly, it still takes time to mobilize manpower, formulate plans, and report up the chain of command!

But besides 749, who else would dare, who else could, suppress the commotion at the Zhou family's old house in such a short time?

"Let's go! Let's take a look!"

Zhou Mu no longer cared about maintaining his ancestral demeanor. He rolled up his sleeves, wrapped Zhou Zheng in his robes, and rushed towards the front yard.

We need to show our "sincerity" before 749 takes action!

When the two arrived at the front yard, they both stopped in their tracks.

Zhou Zheng rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating from fright.

Even Zhou Mu's old face was stunned.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

It's not only quiet, but also clean.

It's ridiculously clean.

The imagined scene of 749 black-clad demons lined up, exuding murderous intent, did not materialize.

The imagined scene of the Zhou family members forming an array to resist did not materialize.

There was only a vast emptiness left after the wind swept away the clouds and swept the ground three feet deep.

rockery?

It's gone, leaving only a big crater.

Pavilions and towers?

The carved beams and painted rafters are still there, but the gold paint, jade ornaments, and glazed tiles are all gone, leaving the area bare, like a phoenix that has been plucked of its feathers.

Floor tiles?

Good heavens, they pried up all the white marble floor tiles, exposing the dark, grimy soil underneath, leaving them with not a single one.

The entire front yard of the Zhou family was as clean as if it had just been licked by ten thousand starving termites, or like a bare-bones building where the developer had absconded with the money, leaving only the main structure.

It was shabby, destitute, and exuded an absurd sense of desolation.

"Where...where is he?" Zhou Zheng's voice was dry as he looked around.

There were definitely shouts of battle just now! Where are the guards? Where are the clansmen? Where are the guardian hounds?

Why is it that now, apart from the wind and the occasional falling rubble, there's not a single living creature to be seen?

"Ancestor."

Zhou Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, his face turned pale, and his voice trembled.

"Could this 'scraping the ground three feet deep, plucking feathers from a passing goose' style really be 749? The kind who sifts through the ashes in the stove during raids?"

Zhou Mu's eyelids twitched violently.

Damn, you know what, it really does look a bit like it!

Zhou Mu remained silent, his cloudy old eyes sweeping over the devastated landscape, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled.

"The secret room! Quick! To the secret room!"

He disregarded any semblance of ancestral dignity and dashed off towards the most hidden chamber in the family compound.

Please, please don't! What if 749 finds what's inside...

Zhou Zheng also realized what was happening and scrambled to catch up.

When the two of them rushed one after the other, anxiously reaching the entrance to the hidden secret chamber—

Just then, Ji Zuodao was seen chewing on a century-old ginseng root that he had somehow acquired from the Zhou family's storeroom. He was making a crunching sound as he crawled out of the secret room entrance on all fours.

Behind him, more than forty heretical cultivators filed out, each with a ruddy complexion.

His waist, back, and hands were covered with bulging storage bags.

Some items were simply too big to fit, so they were packed up with brocade tablecloths they'd somehow acquired, slung over their shoulders, and looked just like a group of old farmers returning from the market with their loads.

The two sides met at the entrance to the secret room.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Ji Zuodao blinked, a smile that could only be described as "pure and friendly" appeared on his face, and he even waved as a greeting:

"Hey, you two, busy at work?"

"We were just passing by and happened to help you... uh, do a big clean-up, you're welcome."

"Brothers, let's get out of here. The host is back, it's time for us to go."

The heretical cultivators, carrying large and small bags, swaggered past Zhou Mu and Zhou Zheng.

As for those people who were originally locked in the secret room.

Who cares?

They're just here to buy things for free, they're not 749, it's none of their business.

Ji Zuodao's greeting was too natural and smooth, and his smile was too bright and sincere.

His tone and posture made him seem exactly like the rightful owner of the Zhou family's old house.

Zhou Mu and Zhou Zheng were momentarily stunned into not understanding this.

Just as Ji Zuodao and the others were about to step out of the vermilion gate, whose copper rings had been twisted off.

A gust of wind blew through the room, and Zhou Mu shivered, snapping back to reality.

and many more!

wrong!

The investigators from Bureau 749 are all proper government lackeys... ah, I mean, proper public sector cultivators, with balanced and peaceful spiritual energy, and they value a grand and imposing presence.

The spiritual energy emanating from that group of people was viscous, foul-smelling, and exuded a chilling, malevolent aura that seemed to penetrate to the bone—it was all different and varied!

Where the hell is this 749?

This is clearly a group of heretical practitioners!

"This is outrageous! This is utterly defying the heavens!!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap, shook the surrounding rubble to the ground.

Zhou Mu's old face turned a deep liver color.

What a disgrace! What a ridiculous farce!

The mouse not only entered the cat's bed, but also pooped in the cat's food bowl, and took all the cat's bed's decoration and building materials with it!

"Halt! All of you, stop right there!!"

His hair and beard stood on end, and his robes fluttered and rustled even without wind.

A terrifying aura, as vast as an abyss and as heavy as a mountain, suddenly erupted from his hunched body.

The air suddenly froze, as if it had been filled with mercury, so heavy it was suffocating.

The fine sand and gravel on the ground trembled, and the bare beams in the distance groaned under the weight of the burden.

Even without actually making a move, the anger of a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm is enough to shatter the mind and weaken the bones of an ordinary cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm!

Zhou Mu's eyes blazed with fury as he stared intently at Ji Zuodao's retreating figure. His voice trembled slightly with extreme anger, yet carried a chilling edge:

"Where did this wretched child come from, daring to run wild in my mansion..."

"If you don't spit out everything you found today, I'll tear your bones apart one by one as an apology..."

"I'll take your surname!"