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

The pressure of the Divine Power Realm descended with a thud, and the shoulders of the group of evil cultivators all slumped.

Wow, the old coffin maker is really getting desperate.

Dozens of eyes shot towards Ji Zuodao, their meaning clear: Master Dao, it's your turn to show your skills!

Ji Zuodao casually straightened his collar and lazily blocked Zhou Mu's way.

"Still standing there?" He turned his head and gestured with his chin at the evil cultivators.

"Since the host is so hospitable and wants us to stay a little longer, let's linger. The best stuff must be hidden in the inner courtyard; let's go and search around some more."

"I'll chat with the old man for five minutes."

The heretical cultivators' eyes lit up, and they rushed inside, carrying large and small bags: "This Taoist is something else!"

Zhou Mu laughed in exasperation.

A mere Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator dares to block my way?

Alright, alright, you think I'm a pushover because I haven't made a move in years?

"You brat! You're asking for death!"

With a flick of his sleeve, his withered hand, imbued with immense spiritual power, slammed down!

boom--!

A cloud of dust billowed up, and a figure flew backward, crashing into half of the remaining wall.

Zhou Zheng, his face beaming, was about to flatter him: "Ancestor's power..."

The words were stuck in my throat.

His eyes widened as he watched the disheveled, dusty figure struggle to its feet from the ruins.

That looks like... our ancestor?

What the heck?!

A cultivator at the Divine Power Realm was slapped away by a cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm?!

A laughing voice came from the other side of the smoke and dust:

"Old man, what's the rush? We agreed to chat for five minutes."

The smoke and dust slowly settled.

Everyone stared wide-eyed—

A pale, soft, and seemingly still warm human skin, wriggling and enveloping Ji Zuodao like a living thing, slowly "swallowed" half of his body, starting from his left shoulder.

Next came the right arm, chest, waist, and abdomen...

It's like wearing a strange coat, or being quietly covered by another layer of skin.

Within a few breaths, the human skin completely closed up.

Standing in place was a foreign man with flowing blond hair, deep blue eyes, and sharply defined features.

He twisted his neck, making a soft "click" sound, as if getting used to this brand-new body.

"Sigh, this skin is so crispy, it's only good for one use."

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at Zhou Mu, who had just climbed out of the ruins and whose face was full of disbelief.

"Old man, you'll have to compensate me for this Divine Power Realm appearance later."

"My goodness..."

A gasp escaped from the group of heretical practitioners.

Dozens of eyes stared wide-eyed at the blond, blue-eyed figure in the center of the field, as if they had seen a ghost.

No, it's rarer than seeing a ghost.

"What is that thing? Is human skin that has come to life?!"

"It can even move on its own?!"

A gaunt old man rubbed his eyelids vigorously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his voice hoarse:

"I've been skinning people my whole life, pickled, dried, and refined, I've seen all kinds... This is the first time I've seen one so fresh and so 'alive'."

What kind of evil technique is this?! I've never heard of it before!

The skin on Ji Zuodao's body was the one he had taken from that blond-haired foreigner, Derek, in room 749.

With this borrowed cultivation level, Uncle Zhang would probably be defeated in a single move.

But to fool this old coffin-like person who's exhausted of energy and whose mind has been shut down in seclusion...

More than enough.

"Have you bought tickets for the play?"

Ji Zuodao's voice drifted over in a chilling tone, his blue eyes beneath his blond hair casting a sidelong glance at the group of dumbfounded evil cultivators.

"Are they all just standing there like idiots waiting for the feast to start? Go somewhere else and loot!"

He raised his chin and pointed towards the inner courtyard.

"If this old bastard gets angry later, he might use his supernatural powers to trap you all in there and turn you into fertilizer... Don't expect me to bail you out."

The evil cultivators were startled and scattered like birds and beasts, carrying large and small bags and howling as they rushed into the depths of the inner courtyard.

"You bastards! How dare you!"

Zhou Mu was so angry that his beard trembled and his spiritual power surged, but he was entangled by several dark and strange forces casually unleashed by Ji Zuodao, leaving him struggling to defend himself.

These dark energies, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, attacked from the most cunning angles in all directions, insidious and difficult to defend against, forcing even a dignified cultivator at the Divine Power Realm to be unable to escape for a time.

He abruptly turned his head, glaring at Zhou Zheng, who stood there like a wooden statue, his eyes wide with fury:

"Idiot! What are you standing there for?! Go stop those thieves!"

"Huh? Me?"

Zhou Zheng pointed to his own nose, his face turning green.

One against forty?

If I had this book, I'd banish you, you old geezer, first, and become the ancestor myself, wouldn't that be great?!

"waste!"

Zhou Mu cursed loudly, and a black light flew past his scalp, shaving off half a strand of white hair.

"Knowing you can't stop them, why don't you hurry up and report it to the police! Find 749! Now! Immediately!!"

"What the hell?!"

"Go to 749 to report it?!"

Zhou Zheng was stunned on the spot; the CPU almost overheated.

Why would someone actively seek out someone they can't even avoid?

What case should I report?

"Excuse me, we accidentally killed one of your investigators. Could you please file a police report?"

Do you believe that someone could beat you to death on the spot with a folder?

"fool!"

Zhou Mu took a direct hit from a black light, his blood surging, and he roared in fury:

"Report this to the police! Tell them that our Zhou family discovered a group of vicious and wicked practitioners who murdered one of Investigator 749!"

"We were just about to expose them, but we inadvertently let the news leak out. Now these thugs are coming to silence us and slaughter my entire Zhou family!"

"We are victims! We are witnesses! We are the aggrieved! Go now!!"

"Uh... huh?"

Zhou Zheng blinked and stared blankly for two seconds.

Immediately, his eyes lit up like two tiny light bulbs.

What the hell!

Wow, that's brilliant!

That's brilliant!

As expected of an old fox who has lived for two hundred years, his heart, his methods, his ability to distort the truth, call a deer a horse, and to turn the tables on others...

Spicy! It's fucking eye-watering!

"Our ancestor is wise! I'll go right away! I'll go right away!!"

Zhou Zheng turned around and ran incredibly fast, his heels almost hitting the back of his head.

"Tsk tsk."

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, not giving chase. Instead, he crossed his arms and watched the scene with great interest. His seemingly innocent smile was tinged with undisguised amusement.

"Oh my god—"

"Old man, that's impressive."

"Such a huge mess, and they just dumped it on me like that, without even blinking an eye."

"Aren't you afraid we'll expose all the filth in your basement?"

"Who would believe that?"

Zhou Mu sneered, raised his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes as sinister as a venomous snake.

"Who would believe the nonsense spouted by a bunch of heretics?"

"Does 749 believe you scum who risk your lives, or do he believe in the Zhou family's thousand-year-old reputation, and in the testimony of my ancestor who is at the Divine Power Realm?"

He paused, then his smile turned ferocious and resolute, carrying an air of arrogance that said, "I've got you cornered."

"Besides..."

"In a little while, I'll slaughter you all, destroy the basement, and then there'll be no way to prove anything, won't that settle things?"

"Boy, I admit, your human skin has a bit of an evil and crooked style."

"But the insurmountable chasm between Dharma form and supernatural powers..."

His spiritual energy surged wildly once again, even more violently than before, subtly influencing the power of the surrounding world, causing the air to distort and buzz.

"Do you think you can smooth things over just by putting on a foreigner's skin?!"

Before the words were finished—

"Supernatural power—"

Zhou Mu formed a mudra, his withered knuckles turning white from the effort, and shouted:

"Huanghua Temple!!"

"boom--!!!"

In an instant, the world changed color!

Centered on Zhou Mu's hunched body, illusory figures spread, intertwined, and solidified wildly!

Pavilions, terraces, towers, halls, palaces, corridors, waterside pavilions...

The continuous silhouettes of classical buildings rise from the ground, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, forming a vast and solemn Taoist temple complex in the blink of an eye!

There were no Taoist priests or worshippers in the temple.

Only countless golden and bright yellow flowers, like eerie flames, bloomed and spread wildly in front of the palace, under the corridors, in the courtyard, and among the cracks in the rockery, instantly engulfing the view.