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

Those few evil cultivators chickened out quickly, but alas, this time Director Lin was determined to make an example of them, even using the chicken bones to make soup.

"Director Lin!"

Suddenly, Zhou Mu, who was lying on the ground, spoke. His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows leaking air, but it also revealed a shrewdness in his dying struggle.

"The Zhou family is now ruined. I'm just an old man, and I'm no longer a threat."

"Spare me. I am, after all, a cultivator at the Divine Power Realm."

"From now on, I will follow the lead of Bureau 749. I am just a dog raised by Bureau 749. In this area of ​​Caiyun, I will do any dirty, hard, or shady job! I just want to make a living."

The warehouse was quiet for a moment.

Director Lin didn't respond immediately, but his brows furrowed slightly, his tone carrying an undisguised disdain:

"Could you please stand up and speak?"

"I'm standing, you're lying down, what are you?"

Zhou Mu nearly choked on his breath, his old face turning purple, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth:

"That little bastard next to you broke all my bones!"

"Damn it! How am I supposed to stand here?!"

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Director Lin showed no sympathy whatsoever; instead, he let out a short, cold laugh.

"A Divine Power Realm cultivator was beaten to a pulp by a mere Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator..."

"waste."

"Instrument 749 doesn't need such trash."

"you--!!"

Zhou Mu trembled with rage, a sweet taste rising in his throat, and he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

He suppressed his surging blood and boundless rage, his voice trembling slightly from extreme humiliation and the will to survive:

"Director Lin! The killing of the investigator and the hiring of the evil cultivator were all decisions made by that idiot from the second wife's family! Our Zhou family... truly had no intention of doing those things!"

"Eh—"

Director Lin drew out his words and waved his hand.

"Whether you intend to do those things or not."

"The filth in your Zhou family's basement has all earned its just deserts."

"In Caiyun today, heretical cultivators and aristocratic families are all in cahoots, even sharing the same pair of pants would be too much."

"We need to use some drastic measures and strong medicine to intimidate them."

"Today, I will use the massacre of your Zhou family as leverage—"

Director Lin spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice echoing clearly in the empty warehouse:

"The path of heretical cultivation has been cut off."

"From now on, let's see who dares, who can still, collude with evil cultivators!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Mu paused for a moment, then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he let out a hoarse, bitter laugh, his laughter filled with mockery and sorrow:

"A dead end? Lin Wubing, you're too naive!"

"As long as the benefits are sufficient, the evil in people's hearts can never be eradicated! You will never allow this to happen! Never!"

"hey-hey."

Faced with this desperate mockery, Director Lin remained calm and composed, instead grinning and revealing a sly smile.

The chill emanating from that smile made the several convulsing evil cultivators on the ground instinctively shrink back.

"You're right, the demons in people's hearts can never be completely eradicated."

He nodded in agreement, then changed the subject:

"But a scared ghost is more sensible."

"Guess what the other powerful families would think if they saw their former sworn brother, the dignified patriarch of the Zhou family, a respectable man at the Divine Power Realm—"

Director Lin leaned slightly closer, his voice low, yet each word was like a knife, cutting into Zhou Mu's bleeding heart:

"He was stripped naked by a group of evil cultivators and hanged like a dried-up piece of old bacon in front of the Zhou family's house."

"When the wind blows, it sways gently..."

"Do you think they'll view heretical cultivators? Will they still believe that associating with them is a sure-fire way to make money?"

Zhou Mu's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and the color drained completely from his face in an instant.

"Compared to a living Zhou family patriarch who might one day make a comeback and cause us sleepless nights..."

"It would be more useful to have a Zhou family patriarch who died a thorough death, a particularly undignified death, and one that serves as a stark warning and educational example."

"That guy surnamed Lin—!!!"

Zhou Mu let out the most piercing, venomous, and desperate roar of his life. His mangled body trembled violently with extreme rage, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You dare!!!"

"Oh, right."

Director Lin seemed to have just remembered, slapped his forehead, and said in a very apologetic tone:

"Originally, considering how cleanly your Zhou family was wiped out, I was thinking of leaving you some dignity by giving you a tragic title of 'fearless of violence and brutally slaughtered by evil cultivators,' so that I could at least gain some sympathy points and maybe even increase your initial favorability in your next life."

"But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got."

"Gambling dens, fragrant pavilions, 'carefree powder' (a type of elixir), human trials of elixirs, gladiatorial combat among war slaves..."

"You are not worthy."

"So, I've changed my mind."

Director Lin bent down, looking into Zhou Mu's eyes, which were almost bulging out of their sockets with fear and resentment, and slowly, word by word, announced his final verdict:

"During the live broadcast later, we will accidentally stumble upon some little secrets in your basement."

"High-definition camera, multi-angle, uncensored close-ups, panoramic view."

"We will ensure that every blackened conscience and every piece of moldy evidence is photographed clearly and plainly."

"You Zhou family, just wait and see—"

"May he be infamous for eternity."

"Even if you die, you won't find peace."

"Lin Wubing—!!!"

Zhou Mu went completely mad. The remaining spiritual energy surged wildly through his shattered meridians, producing a series of teeth-grinding crackling sounds.

He roared and cursed, writhing in vain like a fish thrown ashore:

"You bastard! You beast! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!!"

"To become a ghost?"

Director Lin straightened up, dusted off non-existent dust from his trench coat, and resumed his usual businesslike calm.

He even had the leisure to casually instruct Ji Zuodao, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, as he stood to the side:

"Little Princess."

"Yes, Director Lin."

"Hang that old geezer up in the tree."

"Choose a sturdy rope, so it doesn't break halfway and spoil the brothers' fun."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly, and a bright, sunny smile spread across his face, sending chills down the spines of all the evil cultivators on the ground.

He rubbed his hands together, his movements as practiced as a butcher preparing to strike, his voice brimming with barely suppressed joy:

"Yes, sir!"

"We guarantee it will hang perfectly straight and flutter in the wind."

"Just you wait and see!"

Thousands of miles away, countless Qi cultivators on their mobile phones, computers, and tablets received push notifications from a dedicated Qi cultivator forum almost simultaneously.

The push notification is simple and straightforward, consisting of just a link with a cover image.

The cover was pitch black, exuding an ominous stillness.

What truly made everyone who clicked on the notification's notification gasp and their fingers tremble was the bold, scarlet, and blood-soaked title of the live stream—

"The Evil Cultivator to be Sliced ​​to Death, Tortured into a Thousand Cuts!"

"Holy crap?!"

"Really?!"

"This headline... is it really that outrageous?!"

Any Qi cultivator who sees this title will immediately think of these three old things.

Doubt, shock, and a barely suppressed excitement mixed with curiosity and dread.

But his fingers were more honest than his brain, and they had already "snap"ed it in.

The live stream hadn't started yet; the screen was completely black.

But the barrage of comments flooding the screen had already propelled the live stream to the top of the trending list, causing the servers to groan under the strain.

[Comment]: Holy crap! Lingchi?! Is this the lingchi I know? The one where you're sliced ​​into a thousand pieces?!

[Comment]: You didn't see wrong... This title, this prefix, it's the official account! The official live stream room of Caiyun 749 Bureau!

[Comments]: The official team is doing this? Are they crazy?! How can this even be broadcast? Did the censors all go offline or get hijacked?

[Comment]: Hiss—! Did these evil cultivators dig up the ancestral graves of Bureau 749? What kind of deep hatred or grudge must they have?

[Comment]: Lingchi... that's a skill! I heard there are many rules, and even the number of cuts is important. Are there still people who know how to do it now?

[Comment]: Clickbait! Absolutely clickbait! I bet five cents that clicking on this will definitely result in a legal education lecture titled "Strictly Crack Down on Illegal and Criminal Activities, Build a Harmonious Society"!

[Comments]: Forget whether it's real or fake, I'm already waiting! Sunflower seeds, cola, and bottled water are ready!

[Comment]: The person upstairs is really carefree... Can this stuff even be eaten with rice?

[Comment]: Just wondering... if, I mean if, it's true, can we watch the whole thing? Won't it make you uncomfortable?

[Comment]: It's an official live stream, so they'll definitely keep things in check. It's probably just a formality to scare people.

The black screen showed no image.

But the rapidly scrolling barrage of comments on the screen had already woven together the astonishment, excitement, fear, curiosity, and restlessness of countless viewers into a silent yet boiling undercurrent.

The live stream has not started yet.

The spectators are already in place.