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

"Heh...hehehe..."

Wang Sihai stared with bloodshot eyes, a hoarse, bloody laugh escaping his throat.

His expression even revealed a twisted arrogance.

"Take my spine out? Make a spine sword? Hahahaha!"

He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and glanced sideways at Ji Zuodao.

His eyes were filled with a gambler's madness and mockery, a willingness to risk everything.

"You little brat, you're still green on the outside, but you've already picked up a lot of scary tricks! Where did you see those scenes from plays? Pulling bones out on the spot... You try pulling one out yourself! Come on! If you don't, you're my grandson!"

He knows it perfectly well.

Isn't what the people at 794 want to do now to dig out the "Aunt Bai" storyline and uncover something deeper?

He's holding onto a life-saving charm right now!

Are they really going to kill us?

How dare they ruin his only "living lead"?

So what if it's 749th inning? We've dealt with each other before!

There are many rules and strict procedures, and the most important thing is the chain of evidence and "survivors"!

Because we have something to rely on, we have nothing to fear.

Ji Zuodao blinked, his expression surprisingly... innocent and surprised.

He lived for nineteen years, and did plenty of things like skinning people, pulling out tendons, and refining souls.

To be pointed at like that and enthusiastically invited to "come and tear my spine" is truly a first for a young woman.

So... are they cooperating?

He quickly realized what was going on.

Oh, so they're taking his words as "torture threats" in the ordinary sense.

This is just an old almanac that still thinks, "I know the secret, you won't dare to really touch me," putting on airs here.

Do you really think that the current 749 is still the same 749 that only follows the rules and hinders everything?

With Dog's "telepathy," why would he need to pry things out of you?

He just interrogated that little bastard by breaking his fingers; it was because Ji Zuodao didn't like the kid.

What kind of class do they have to be worthy of learning to "eat people to nourish themselves"?

Before Ji Zuodao refined the human pill, he was forced by his master to complete the "New Era Heretical Cultivator Morality and Legal Ideological Construction" question bank for three years, and he was only allowed to start after passing it with a perfect score!

"ha."

A short, sharp laugh came from Deputy Director Liu, who sat firmly on the sofa.

He crossed his arms and looked at Wang Sihai's arrogant "I've seen through you all" face. Instead of getting angry, he laughed.

A nearly ferocious, gleeful smile stretched across his lips.

"Little Princess..."

Deputy Director Liu spoke in a loud voice, with the casualness and encouragement of a parent letting their child perform a talent.

"Since Boss Wang has extended such a warm invitation, it's hard to refuse."

"You should give Boss Wang a good demonstration..."

"Fuck you."

He spat, his eyes suddenly turning fierce, like a razor scraping across Wang Sihai's face, which froze instantly.

"Do you really think that Jinghai 749 is still the same 749 that you used to exploit loopholes, act like scoundrels, and use 'procedures' and 'rules' to hold us back at the drop of a hat?"

"Today I'll show you what it really means to be called—"

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately, each word ringing out:

"New era, law enforcement"

"Little Princess, show us!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing two rows of dazzlingly white teeth.

That smile was pure, joyful, and even carried a hint of childlike excitement at finally getting a beloved toy.

His fingers, which were clasped around the back of Wang Sihai's neck, no longer lingered there "fig".

With a slight exertion of the fingertip, it easily pierced the skin, sinking into the warm flesh and precisely pressing against the protruding cervical vertebra.

"What...what are you doing?!"

The anticipated hesitation, weighing of options, and negotiation did not materialize.

The icy, sharp pain that shot through his neck caused Wang Sihai's pupils to shrink sharply, and his arrogant demeanor instantly crumbled.

Wait... this feels... why is it different from the script I expected?!

"Don't be afraid, Boss Wang."

Ji Zuodao's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, with a comforting patience, as if he were coaxing a child who was afraid of injections.

"My skills are alright. It'll only hurt for a moment, it'll be quick. Just bear with it, okay?"

"Wait! This is illegal! It violates Regulations 749! You can't—ah—!!!"

Wang Sihai's terrified screams and cries for "procedural justice" were completely drowned out by a sudden, high-pitched, and inhuman scream!

Ji Zuodao's fingers moved.

It was neither a rough tearing nor a rapid extraction.

Instead, it began to withdraw outward in an extremely stable, slow, and even somewhat cruel rhythm.

"Snap... crack... bang..."

The chilling, muffled sound of bones, muscles, and fascia being forcibly separated and torn bit by bit, accompanied by the sucking sound of some kind of viscous liquid, could be clearly heard in the deathly silent room.

Ji Zuodao tilted his head slightly, his expression focused, as if he were engaged in an extremely precise carving or dissection.

He would even pause occasionally, adjusting the angle and pressure of his fingertips, muttering to himself:

"Hmm... this section is a bit sticky... but it's quite resilient..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wang,"

He took a moment to look up and gave Wang Sihai, whose eyes were rolling back and whose body was convulsing wildly like a fish out of water but unable to break free due to the restraint on his cervical spine, a slightly apologetic and shy smile.

"It's been a while since I've extracted a whole, fresh spine, so my technique is a bit rusty, and I'm sorry you had to suffer. Next time, I'll definitely pay attention and try to be more efficient."

"Uh...ho...hoho..."

Wang Sihai could no longer utter any meaningful syllables; only the gasping sounds like a broken bellows and the hoarse sounds of impending death could be heard from his throat.

The excruciating pain was like a tsunami, wave after wave destroying all his consciousness.

Only the extraordinary vitality of a Qi cultivator, stronger than that of ordinary people, acted like the cruelest torture device, causing him to consciously endure the excruciating pain of every minute, every second, and every vertebra being slowly torn apart.

at last.

"Pop—"

A soft sound, like a cork being pulled out.

Ji Zuodao held a section of the cervical vertebrae in his hand, which was covered with fresh blood, periosteum and nerve endings, and was even trembling slightly.

The joints were white and had an eerie sheen in the dim light.

Ji Zuodao weighed the "new material" in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and casually flicked off the little bit of tissue fluid stuck to it.

Then, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Wang Teng, who was already terrified, his crotch was wet, he was lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, and he had even forgotten to scream.

On his face, that harmless, sunny smile reappeared.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs.

He walked over to Wang Teng, squatted down, and gently patted Wang Teng's pale face with the piece of his spine that still carried the warmth of his father's body. His tone was gentle and full of negotiation:

"Young Master Wang, look, your father is so generous, he has donated the most crucial section of the spine of my 'Spine Sword'."

"As the saying goes, 'Like father, like son.' As a filial son, why don't you also show some consideration and fulfill my wish for this 'Double Bone Linked Sword'?"

"Don't worry, I'm experienced this time, I guarantee..."

He leaned close to Wang Teng's ear, his warm breath brushing against the other's cold, stiff earlobe, his voice light and cheerful:

"More efficient than your father's."