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

The screen lit up the instant the countdown to zero went live.

Without any camera movement, the lens was directly pointed at the faces of dozens of heretical cultivators lying haphazardly on the ground, still intermittently twitching.

In high-definition quality, the fear, despair, and even the white foam at the corners of everyone's mouths are clearly visible on their faces.

"See these scumbags?"

Director Lin's voice came from off-screen, as calm as if he were introducing poultry and livestock waiting to be slaughtered in a vegetable market.

He strolled slowly into the frame, the hem of his black trench coat sweeping across the dust on the ground, casting an oppressive shadow in the wide, terrified pupils of the heretics.

"audacious in the extreme."

"Why did you come to my Caiyun to hold a murder contest and even ransacked and wiped out the Zhou family?"

"Do they really think we, Caiyun 749, are pushovers?"

He paused, then solemnly announced to the camera:

I won't say anything more.

"They were skinned alive."

"One rocket costs one hundred dollars, and I keep my word."

After a brief silence, the live chat exploded with comments.

The barrage of comments instantly flooded half the screen, scrolling so fast that they were almost impossible to read.

[Comment]: Holy crap! Are you serious?!

[Comment]: One rocket for a hundred dollars?! A fixed price?! Director Lin, your business is pretty wild!

[Comment]: Are the evil cultivators in Caiyun really this arrogant? Are they all throwing lavish parties? We haven't seen such a well-organized group of evil cultivators in Jinghai for years!

[Comment]: Nonsense! The evil cultivators in Jinghai are almost extinct! The moment they show their faces, they're bombarded with thermobaric bombs, turning the mountaintops upside down. Who can withstand that?!

[Comments]: Cut them! That's how they should be cut! What's the point of talking about humanity with these beasts! I've already prepared the money! I'm just afraid there won't be enough to cut these bastards!

[Comment]: Damn it, just you wait! I'm going to sell my game account right now!

[Comment]: Wait five minutes! I'm going to pawn my roommate's graphics card!

[Comments]: Everyone upstairs is a noob! Watch me! I'm going to take out a naked loan! I'm definitely going to swipe this rocket today! Even Jesus can't stop me! I said it!

……

The despicable idea of ​​"one rocket for one hundred dollars" was naturally suggested by Ji Zuodao.

In his words, "Since they're all going to be executed anyway, let these scum do their part before they die and generate some revenue for the bureau. That'll be their atonement."

Jinghai, office of the director of the 749th branch.

Zhang Yucheng's hand, holding the teacup, hovered in mid-air.

The screen light reflected on his otherwise expressionless face, with only a faint hint of surprise flashing in his slightly narrowed eyes.

That's strange.

He took a sip of his now slightly cool tea and muttered to himself, "When did Old Lin change his ways? He wasn't this temperamental before."

He knew Caiyun's old friend quite well.

The methods are there, and they are tough enough, but they are mostly subtle and tactful, emphasizing discretion and decorum.

This kind of naked, bloody, and noisy public execution, reminiscent of a street gladiatorial arena, is unlike his style.

That's more like their style in Jinghai...

"Look, look."

In the live broadcast room, Director Lin's heartbroken voice interrupted his thoughts.

The camera followed his movements, turning to the old, crooked locust tree whose branches rustled in the wind.

"What have they done to the Zhou family's ancestors?"

"What a terrible thing to do."

"Damn it."

The camera shifted as he spoke—

Under the crooked old locust tree, Zhou Mu, the patriarch of the Zhou family, hung on a horizontal branch like a piece of dried bacon, swaying slightly in the wind.

It was bloody; the skin had been peeled off.

Upon closer inspection, a horrifying void was visible in the location of the Spirit Palace. It was completely empty, clearly having been thoroughly looted.

Director Lin pointed to Zhou Mu's body, his tone heavy with sorrow:

"The Zhou family's ancestor was such a respectable person, yet these beasts have ruined him like this!"

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

[Comment]: Holy crap! The Zhou family patriarch?! Really dead?!

[Comment]: Skinned, Spirit Palace robbed... What kind of deep grudge is this?

[Comments]: Kill them! They must be killed! Rockets have been sent!

[Comment]: +1! I'll send ten! To avenge the Zhou family patriarch!

On the ground, the group of evil cultivators had stopped convulsing.

I don't know if it was a final burst of energy before death, or if I was stimulated by this huge, black, and heavy pot that fell from the sky.

They twisted their bodies excitedly, making "Aba aba" sounds, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

It's a grievance!

That's fucking unfair!

We killed the Zhou family patriarch?! We don't have that kind of ability!

We're just a bunch of bystanders who took advantage of the chaos and ended up being double-crossed!

This is slander! They're slandering us!

Unfortunately, their tongues had already been cut out.

He was filled with grievances, but couldn't utter a single word in his defense.

What was that saying again?

Only those who have wronged you know how wronged you are.

"Investigator Hime"

Director Lin, having seemingly enjoyed the expressions of despair on the faces of the heretical cultivators, nodded in satisfaction as he watched the donations soar in the live stream, then stepped aside to make room for them.

"Let's get started."

"Yes, sir!"

A clear, cheerful, and even slightly sunny voice rang out.

In the shot, Ji Zuodao's face, grinning from ear to ear, came closer.

He was wearing a black standard trench coat from brand 749, but he somehow managed to pull off the look of a street thug ready to get into a fight.

He was carrying an oilcloth bag, which, when opened, revealed dozens of thin, gleaming knives, neatly arranged.

"Good afternoon, fellow Daoists."

He waved at the camera, his smile so bright it looked like he was about to start a mukbang (eating broadcast).

"Today's work requires meticulousness. I'll try to be as fast as possible, making sure every cut is precise and every slice is even."

"For those who enjoy seeing detailed work, send me a rocket, and I'll give you a close-up."

"For those who crave gory thrills, I'll set the super-hot line, spraying as high and as far as possible."

"Serve them all properly!"

Jinghai.

"puff--!"

Zhang Yucheng sprayed all of his tea onto the screen.

He frantically grabbed tissues to wipe the screen, but his eyes were fixed on the familiar smiling face on the live stream.

"Ji Zuodao?!"

Zhang Yucheng's mind went blank for a moment.

Not right.

Something is definitely not right!

Was the Zhou family truly wiped out by evil cultivators?

And then there's the Zhou family patriarch, skinned alive, his spirit chamber ripped out, and his body hung up like dried meat... The methods, the despicable nature, the reckless attitude...

How could this be so much like the work of that brat Ji Zuodao?!

Considering Lin Wubing's unusually "violent" demeanor just now, and Ji Zuodao's clearly performative "executioner" role...

Zhang Yucheng slowly put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and squinted his eyes.

He got it.

I understand everything.

You, Lin Wubing, are something else.

Are you putting on a show here?

Using evil cultivators as weapons, they slaughtered the Zhou family, physically eliminating their opponents.

On the one hand, they used live streaming as a weapon to weld the charge of "colluding with evil practitioners and harming aristocratic families" onto the evil practitioners, thus seizing the moral high ground.

Finally, the tragic fate of the Zhou family patriarch was used as a warning sign to terrify other powerful families, achieving multiple political goals at once.

And that kid Ji Zuodao...

Zhang Yucheng's lips twitched as he watched Ji Zuodao in the camera lens, who had already begun selecting knives and was humming a nonsensical tune.

That brat must have been behind it all; he might even be the mastermind.

Zhang Yucheng suddenly felt a mix of relief and headache.

The good thing is, this kid is indeed a good candidate for dirty work... cough, for special operations.

The problem is, isn't this seedling growing a little too crooked? It's almost twisted into a pretzel shape.

In the live stream, Ji Zuodao had already chosen his first knife.

He squatted down in front of a wicked cultivator who was crying and shaking his head frantically, gently patting the man's face with the back of his knife, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child:

"Don't be afraid, it will be quick."

"I'm skilled enough to guarantee you'll be fully aware of everything from beginning to end."

"Come on, look at the camera and give all our big sponsors a smile."

heretical cultivator: "!!!"

He wanted to cry, but he had already run out of tears.

He wanted to curse, but his tongue was long gone.

He could only stare wide-eyed at the gleaming knife, his eyes filled with injustice and fear, as it slowly rose.

Then, it fell.

"laugh--"

The first slice of meat, as thin as a cicada's wing, flew up.

Under the specially brightened lighting of the live stream camera, it drew a poignant arc.

[Comment]: Holy crap! They actually did it!

[Comment]: That knife skill... is pretty good!

[Comments]: Rockets have been sent! Give the streamer a close-up!

[Comment]: Damn, I'm a little squeamish about blood... but I can't help but want to watch...

[Comment]: The spirit of the Zhou family patriarch can rest in peace now...

Ji Zuodao's technique was steady, and his eyes were focused.

Each cut precisely avoids major blood vessels and nerves, ensuring the victim remains conscious and suffers prolonged pain.

Occasionally, the angle of the knife will be adjusted according to the requests of the comments, or a close-up of the wound will be shown.

Director Lin stood with his arms crossed, off-camera, watching quietly.

His lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

This play is only now truly beginning.