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

Zhou Mu's eyes were bloodshot, and his back teeth were clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

Damn it, this bastard is definitely messing with me!

What near-death experience, what exhaustion, it's all just acting!

If this continues, my old bones will be eaten to a pulp by the swarms of mosquitoes, my spiritual energy will be drained of every last drop, and I'll end up as a dried-up corpse!

I'm done playing!

Flip the table!

"You little beast! You've gone too far!"

With a roar, Zhou Mu no longer cared about maintaining his ancestral composure or adopting a defensive tactic.

The golden light around the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's image suddenly receded, violently shaking away the swarm of mosquitoes that were clinging to the cover and sucking their breath.

With a clench of his right hand, a bronze sword, gleaming coldly and exuding a chilling aura, materialized out of thin air.

The sword's edge pointed directly at the swaying figure above the sea of ​​blood.

"I'd like to see if your fake supernatural powers can withstand a sword strike from my true supernatural power!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord took a step forward, causing the void to tremble. The bronze sword in his hand, carrying the power to tear apart heaven and earth, slashed down at Ji Zuodao!

This sword strike, unleashed in fury, was devoid of any fancy moves.

The goal is to overcome skill with brute force, to use the absolute power of the Divine Power Realm to crush the Dharma Aspect Realm, and to cleave this slippery little bastard and his sea of ​​blood in two with a single sword strike!

Before the sword even arrived, its sharp sword energy had already caused the sea of ​​blood to cave in, stirring up towering waves of blood.

Ji Zuodao remained standing on one leg on the crest of the wave, neither dodging nor avoiding, and even had the leisure to wipe away the black blood that had just overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at the dazzling sword light that was rapidly enlarging in his pupils, and grinned, revealing his small tiger teeth, which were stained dark red with blood but still arrogant.

"Tsk, old man, finally decided to crawl out of your shell?"

The moment the words fell—

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar, like two giant bronze bells colliding, suddenly exploded!

The violent shockwave exploded outwards in a ring shape from the point of impact, tearing a huge hole in the sea of ​​blood below. Swarms of mosquitoes were violently blown away as if hit by a hurricane.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's forward momentum abruptly halted, and the bronze sword in his hand, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter peaks, was abruptly blocked in mid-air!

Beneath the sword's edge.

A gigantic, pitch-black scythe, with its grotesque design and entangled with endless death energy and the wails of vengeful spirits, like a demon's fang protruding from the deepest depths of the netherworld, steadily blocked this sure-kill sword strike.

The arm that held the sickle was a skeleton.

Behind the arm, a terrifying figure, even larger and more ferocious than the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma Form, slowly rose from behind Ji Zuodao!

He wore a tattered black cloak, beneath which lay endless darkness, as if connected to another world of death.

In the shadow of the hood, two blood-red, icy eyes slowly lit up, indifferently staring at the thousand-eyed, furious demon lord's image before them.

There were no faces, no emotions, only the purest, most primal aura of death and end.

"This...this is?!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord's Dharma form staggered back a step, and its thousands of golden eyes simultaneously shrank, revealing an incredulous horror.

Dharma form?

wrong!

This atmosphere is cold, deathly, resentful, and carries an air of blasphemy...

This is an evil god!

Damn it! Wasn't this thing wiped out long ago when the big guys trampled temples and felled mountains?

"You little bastard..."

Zhou Mu's voice trembled, whether from shock or anger, "You dare touch these things... do you think you've lived long enough and haven't died a horrible death yet?!"

"hey-hey……"

On the wave of blood, Ji Zuodao coughed up another mouthful of black blood, wiped it away casually, and smiled brightly.

"Old man, relax."

"I, Daoist Master, am incredibly resilient."

"I'll definitely die after you."

The sinister figure behind Ji Zuodao, dressed in black robes and wielding a giant scythe, has quite a history.

It was that unfortunate Grim Reaper, that foreign devil who risked his life, practically sacrificing himself to become dried goods, who was barely summoned back then, only to be swiftly and cleanly exorcised by Uncle Zhang's decree after appearing for less than five seconds.

Ji Zuodao was puzzled at the time.

This has been the case for so many years, with the Heavenly Way locked up and gods and humans separated.

The old methods of Taoists, such as invoking spirits to possess people and questioning immortals, are no longer effective.

Where did this foreign devil pull out such a big treasure?

Later, he stripped off Dreyer's human skin and examined it carefully inside and out, and then he suddenly realized what had happened.

Good heavens, what kind of legitimate deity is this?

It is clearly an evil god created through crooked methods, blood sacrifices, and the theft of faith!

What is an evil god?

According to the ancient book "The Book of Rites," it means "worshipping things that are not meant to be worshipped." In other words, you worship things that you shouldn't worship, and that's what you end up with, which is called "worshipping evil gods and immoral practices" in ancient times.

This thing has existed since ancient times.

However, ever since the Ming Dynasty's severing of the connection between heaven and earth, and the genuine deities collectively "disconnected from the internet," these counterfeit deities, which arose from the chaotic delusions, fears, and greed of the common people, have instead ushered in a period of career advancement.

After all, the true God is no longer showing His power, but the people's need for faith remains!

As a result, some things that sound sinister and are traditionally despised by respectable people have somehow become incredibly popular.

For example, the "Five Gods" was originally a notorious demon who had a penchant for raping other men's wives and daughters.

However, because of the popular belief that it could help people make a fortune through windfall gains, it was worshipped as a god of wealth in Jiangnan and other places during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

As for its dark history?

Well, when faced with real money, selective blindness isn't necessarily a bad thing.

These kinds of evil gods, though possessing some strange and powerful abilities, are all self-destructive and insatiable, making them a veritable cancer on faith.

Therefore, in the early days of the Han Dynasty, taking advantage of the momentum of destroying the Four Olds and eliminating feudal superstition, a great deal of effort was put into it.

It took a lot of effort to completely destroy all those messy, lewd, and evil gods, including their temples and statues.

I thought these ghostly things should have disappeared long ago.

Who would have thought that the good things that were eliminated domestically would be picked up by foreigners as treasures!

These foreigners must have dug this out of some old archives, and with some radical modifications and innovations, they managed to create a Grim Reaper!

Although it was a counterfeit god, they were unconventional and dared to offer sacrifices, and they actually managed to make a name for themselves.

And so, it all went to Ji Zuodao.

When it comes to evil gods, no matter how you look at it, there's only one outstanding advantage—

They take the money and actually do the job.

As long as the offerings are substantial and fresh enough, this Grim Reaper is more obedient than a dog, striking wherever he's told without hesitation.

Of course, if the offerings can't keep up...

Hehe, when it retaliates, it's incredibly ruthless and efficient, devouring its master and soul without hesitation.

As for the list of tribute items? That's quite extensive:

The summoner's flesh and blood, lifespan, fortune, destiny...

This can be described as a comprehensive and multi-layered fire sale of personal assets.

But—

Who is Ji Zuodao?

Can he play by the rules?

He precisely exploited another brilliant bug.

Because he is now wearing the skin of Dreyer.

With the enhancement of the technique, everything about him became exactly the same as Dreyer's.

In the simple and brutal contractual logic of this Grim Reaper, Ji Zuodao is equivalent to Dreyer.

So here's the question:

Theoretically, every sacrifice it extracts each time it uses its power—whether it's flesh and blood, lifespan, or fortune—should be deducted from Dreyer's account.

But Dreyer himself...

By now, they've probably drunk their third bowl of Meng Po soup.

The account? It was closed and cleared to zero long ago, and may even be in the red.

It's like Ji Zuodao is using a credit card that Delaire has cancelled and is even heavily in debt to swipe and spend like crazy at the Grim Reaper's place.

As for whether the deduction was successful, its simple and crude feedback mechanism probably doesn't even have this check item.

Thus, this bizarre and unethical scene unfolded:

Ji Zuodao openly and justifiably freeloaded the power of an evil god.

Use your card to swipe my card; the creditor dies, and that has nothing to do with me.

What is meant by "exploding a bug"?

This is called exploiting a bug.