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

When the seven old men arrived, they made a grand entrance like seven hilltops; when they left, they looked like wilted eggplants after a frost.

In the end, he didn't even dare mention the plague he had contracted to Director Lin and ask him to help cure it.

I'm scared, really scared. What if this "explosive pack" gets triggered again and explodes on the spot?

They could only accept their bad luck, go home, and deal with their own troubles.

After flying a long way and confirming that they had completely left the Zhou family's territory, the group dared to breathe a sigh of relief, their faces growing increasingly grim.

"Brother Zhao!" The Li family patriarch, with a mournful face, approached the Zhao family patriarch, whose temper was the most volatile, and said in a bitter voice, "Are we just going to accept this?"

"What can we do if they don't recognize it?!"

The Zhao family patriarch was seething with anger and nowhere to vent it. Upon hearing this, his eyes widened and he almost spat in the other person's face.

"Didn't you see the look in that guy surnamed Lin's eyes just now?! They were practically glowing purple! He's a damn plague god who's almost possessed by demons! Who's going to take the blame? You? Or me?!"

He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, gritting his teeth:

"It's all the Zhou family's fault! They're rotten to the core, and they didn't even bother to clean up their mess! They got caught red-handed by 749! Now look what's happened, they've dragged us all down with them!"

"well……"

Another tall, thin old man sighed, his heart aching with pain.

"This is really going to be a major blow. Those businesses are like golden goose geese. The worst part is, do I really have to send my precious grandson to that wolf's den of 749 to learn?"

"How can things possibly be good?!"

"If those people from 749 really give him a two-year education, wouldn't this promising young master of a noble family be turned into a clueless fool who talks about serving the people all the time? By then, he might not even have forgotten which way his ancestral hall faces!"

"Isn't this like a cotton ball jumping out of a ditch?"

"What else can we do right now?" The Li family patriarch was relatively calmer, but his face was still full of worry. "We can only go along with that Lin fellow for now. But it's not entirely hopeless."

"I'll put in some effort, pull some strings, and pass on a message. A provincial head of Bureau 749 can't be a ticking time bomb, can he? Someone has to keep him in check, and maintain proper decorum..."

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Li is absolutely right!"

"It's time to let the higher-ups know that Director Lin, Caiyun, is acting a bit too aggressively!"

As if grasping at a last straw, the group whispered among themselves before their figures quickly disappeared into the horizon.

On the ruins of the Zhou family home.

Seeing that the seven old men had completely disappeared, Ji Zuodao strolled over to Director Lin, tilted his head, and carefully examined him from head to toe, especially his eyes.

He leaned closer, his voice full of curiosity:

"Director Lin, were you really possessed just now, or were you acting?"

Upon hearing this, Director Lin turned his head and winked at him.

In the blink of an eye, the unsettling purple hue that lingered in his eyes vanished as quickly as the tide receded, restoring his clarity and tranquility.

"It's fake, I was acting."

"Acted?!"

Ji Zuodao raised his eyebrows high.

The way he acted just now, the look in his eyes, the way he was about to lose control... it didn't seem like acting.

That guy was full of emotion and tension! He looked exactly like someone who had been driven to the brink of despair and whose inner demons had suddenly surfaced!

Director Lin's acting skills are such a waste that he's not a Peking Opera performer!

Director Lin explained:

"Just now, I was merely mobilizing the plague to slightly alter the expression of some dominant gene fragments around the eyes, causing abnormal pigment deposition and making the eyes appear purplish, which is similar to the precursor to demonic possession."

"Holy crap?!"

Ji Zuodao was truly shocked this time, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Plague can be used like this?!"

"The plague, to put it bluntly, is a highly toxic substance that accumulates and ferments in the skin and flesh, causing local lesions."

Director Lin stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a calm tone, as if he were lecturing a student.

"The old idea was that plagues were meant to be spread on a large scale, create epidemics, and reduce the enemy's manpower. It was simple, brutal, and reasonably efficient, but it had endless consequences and could easily backfire."

"But we live in a scientific society now."

"Study more textbooks like 'Cell Biology,' 'Introduction to Genetic Engineering,' and 'Principles of Virology'..."

"Once you broaden your horizons, there are so many things you can do."

As Ji Zuodao listened to this calm narration, he shivered for no reason, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up slightly.

Damn... this ability sounds even more unsettling than those straightforward, destructive supernatural powers.

"Hiss... Where did those old fogies get the nerve to yell and haggle in front of you?"

Ultimately, it's because we lack the strength.

Director Lin looked in the direction where the seven patriarchs had disappeared and sighed softly.

"For those at the Divine Power Realm with profound cultivation and solid foundation, this plague is indeed painful, but as long as they are willing to spend time and resources, they can gradually resolve it, at most damaging their vital energy. It is very difficult to kill them directly with this."

"If only I had Zhang Yucheng's strength..."

He shook his head, his tone revealing for the first time undisguised envy, as well as a hint of deeply suppressed ruthlessness:

"Why bother playing so many tricks on them, with all this live streaming, negotiations, and three demands?"

"I should have just grabbed a knife and stormed their doorsteps, one by one, cutting them all down cleanly and eliminating them completely."

"What a pity, I don't have that ability."

"So, we have to think of other ways."

"For example, use a mild, slow-acting, and difficult-to-detect plague."

"We're not focused on taking their lives."

"It specifically affects other areas. For example, the activity of reproductive cells, the stability of genetic material, the probability of conceiving offspring... and so on."

"Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. Take it slow, no rush. You won't see it in one generation, but it starts to show in two, and by the third generation..."

"Heh, by the time they realize something's wrong, it'll probably be too late."

"..."

Ji Zuodao's eyes widened, as if he were seeing Director Lin, who always had a scholarly air and spoke with propriety, for the first time.

The lingering impression in my mind that "he's an honest man who's been pushed to the limit" was shattered by these few casual words.

ruthless!

That's fucking ruthless!

Uncle Zhang's style is domineering; he openly uses absolute strength to subdue you, frighten you, and make you afraid to even bare your teeth.

This Director Lin...

That's called insidious! It's like smiling and reasoning with you, but secretly plotting to cut off your lineage and eliminate your descendants, letting your family slowly wither and die out!

"Director Lin..." Ji Zuodao's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice a little hoarse, "Has the plague you mentioned been administered?"

"Yes, just now."

"While I was slapping them seven times, I just happened to slip it on them. The dosage was very small, the effect was very mild, and the onset was very slow."

"They won't notice that they'll lower their guard after I've cured them of the plague I first inflicted on them."

"Oh, by the way, this variant of the plague is not transmitted through the air; it is mainly transmitted between closely related relatives, who are more likely to be infected."

"Originally, I wasn't planning to use this on them so soon."

"They forced me into this."

"You insist on forcing my hand, you insist on provoking me, you insist on thinking I'm easy to bully..."

"I had no choice."

Ji Zuodao opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. He could only swallow hard and squeeze out two dry words:

"That's ruthless."

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind:

In the future, you can offend anyone in Caiyun territory, but never offend this seemingly easy-going Director Lin.

This guy can really make things perfectly clear for your whole family with a smile, and you might not even know who did it until the very end.