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

Life in the Ailao Mountains was leisurely, but it couldn't stop his three old masters from being so inhuman.

I was back for less than a week when I lost almost all of my year-end bonus at the card table.

Damn it, those three old bastards definitely cheated.

Moreover, he did so without any psychological burden, his technique was so skillful it was outrageous—

After all, Ji Zuodao himself is the kind of player who "cheats every time," yet he still managed to win only a few games.

This is no longer a matter of card skills; it's a blatant suppression of cultivation level and a generational gap in cheating techniques.

"I'm not playing anymore! I'm not playing anymore!"

Ji Zuodao slammed down the mahjong tiles, heartbroken and indignant:

"Damn it, this is too much! Over a hundred games, and you guys have won with the exact same hand every single one. Isn't this cheating?"

The master chef expressionlessly pocketed the money. "There are no fathers and sons at the card table, let alone master and apprentice. You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

"That's right, that's right." The second master nodded vigorously, and casually rummaged through Ji Zuodao's pocket for the last few coins he had. "A cultivator should have a broad mind."

The third master patted Ji Zuodao on the shoulder and spoke earnestly:

"My disciple, this is also a form of cultivation. What are we cultivating? We are cultivating our character, our perspective, and the ability to still smile even when facing significant financial loss..."

"Hey, you still owe us two million. Write us an IOU first. Hey, don't go!"

Ji Zuodao picked up Dog Ye, who was squatting beside him yawning, and led Qi Qi, who was quietly folding paper cranes, and walked back to his own courtyard without looking back.

His back was desolate, his steps were heavy, and his whole being seemed to say, "I'm heartbroken, I'm devastated, and there's no warmth left in this home."

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.

Ji Zuodao sneaked out of the courtyard, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then used his escape technique and, with a dog and a zombie, quietly slipped down the mountain.

The night breeze was cool and felt quite comfortable on my face.

He touched the full bag of human skins in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.

Compensation? Compensation is out of the question.

The word "loss" does not exist in Ji Zuodao's life creed.

Unbeknownst to Ji Zuodao, three figures appeared behind him at some unknown time, watching his barely perceptible escape light merge into the night and disappear into the horizon.

The night wind rustled their robes.

After a long pause, the head chef sighed softly, his tone filled with a sense of satisfaction: "This child... has really grown up."

The second master craftsman, unusually not lifting the bar, looked on with a sigh:

"Yeah, when we picked it up back then, it was just a tiny little thing, like a skinny monkey, its eyes would light up when it saw food. Now... hey, it can stand on its own and cause trouble outside."

"That's just his personality..." Master San shook his head and chuckled, "Still so unwilling to suffer a loss. When he gets desperate at the card table, he runs away faster than a rabbit."

"Just like us," the second master said smugly.

The three exchanged a smile, and the atmosphere was gentle.

That was the unique, complex emotion of elders watching their successful juniors go far away, a mixture of pride and melancholy.

As he laughed, the third master suddenly remarked casually, "Speaking of which, this kid left quite decisively this time, didn't he? Didn't he try to steal anything along the way? That's rare, has he changed his ways?"

The words fell.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The master chef's satisfied smile slowly froze.

The sentiment in the second master's eyes gradually turned into bewilderment.

After saying those words, the third master seemed to suddenly realize something, and slowly lowered his arms.

Three pairs of eyes met under the moonlight.

Deep within his pupils, an extremely ominous premonition, like icy water in the dead of winter, slowly crept up his spine.

"No……"

The master chef's lips moved, but his voice was dry.

As if remembering something, his figure vanished from the spot in a flash.

Almost simultaneously, the second and third masters also transformed into streaks of light, shooting wildly in different directions.

After a while.

From the direction of the herb garden on the back mountain came a mournful, distorted howl:

"Where are my medicinal herbs? Why is my herb garden empty?"

The sound was so mournful, like the cry of a cuckoo.

Almost simultaneously, the second master's furious roar also shook the mountains:

"Where are my newly bred larvae?! They were perfectly fine yesterday!! The eggshells hadn't even fully hatched, how could they all be gone?!"

The third master's screams were even more soul-piercing:

"Money! My money! My hidden stash of cash! It's all gone! Not even the jade box containing the money was left! Not a trace!!"

"Traitor... no wonder he lost so easily..."

"What a brilliant feint, a feint to the east while secretly advancing through the west..."

"The year-end bonus is only a few dollars... My secret stash of money could buy him a hundred times his year-end bonus..."

The pavilion was deathly silent.

Only the night wind howled, as if singing a dirge for the three old Dengs' departed beloved children.

Just as they were beating their chests in frustration.

The fox den on the back mountain was also blown up.

A group of foxes of various colors, crying and tumbling, rushed to the cave where Lady Hu was meditating, sobbing and wailing all around.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must stand up for us!"

"That heartless little brat is here again! Trying to fool the fox with that face!"

"He smiled at me, a really handsome smile, and said he was a little short on cash lately and needed to borrow some spirit stones to tide him over, promising to pay me back in a few days... I gave him all the spirit fruits and sparkling crystals I'd saved up for three years!"

"Me too! Me too! He even patted my head and said my fur was the most beautiful... In my confusion, I told him the location of the treasure cave!"

"He ran off with our entire savings! Not a single spirit stone was left!"

"Waaaaah... But... but he's so handsome... When he smiles, my head gets dizzy..."

Inside the cave, the goddess, dressed in red, leaned against the jade couch, listening to the sobbing outside. She silently raised her hand and rubbed her aching temples.

What a terrible thing to do.

What a terrible thing to do.

She watched Ji Zuodao grow up.

Even before she had fully grown up, her adorable face had already captivated a group of foxes in the back mountains, who willingly handed over all their snacks and treasures.

Now that it's fully grown in, its appearance is even more...

Even though this guy's reputation as a "scumbag," a "troublemaker," and an "unfilial son" has long been known throughout the fox den, even though these little foxes know perfectly well that he's the kind of person who borrows but never pays back—

But the moment he appeared, with a smile and a word, he spoke.

have to.

It's all free.

Being obsessed with looks is an incurable disease.

The goddess sighed, her voice drifting out of the cave:

"Alright, stop crying, everyone."

"Given your meager resources, just give it to him. Consider it... an advance betrothal gift."

The crying outside the cave fell silent.

A moment later, the whimpering turned into a cacophony of excited chatter:

"Your Majesty! You mean...?"

"I can be a concubine!"

"I can do that too! I'm willing to be a concubine!"

"Me! Me! Me! My tail is the fluffiest!"

The Empress: "..."

Forget it, none of the foxes on this mountain, from the old to the young, are sensible.

She closed her eyes again, deciding to ignore it.

But the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve into a very faint arc.

That little rascal...

In the darkness of night, the light remained steady.

Ji Zuodao weighed the heavy, warm human skin bag in his hand and scanned it with his divine sense.

Well, there are several of the Master Chef's finest herbs, several nests of rare Gu worms from the Second Master Chef, a box of the Third Master Chef's private stash, and some "friendship" from the foxes of the Fox Cave.

The variety is abundant, the quality is excellent, and the value... far exceeds the year-end bonus that was swindled away.

He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, a lazy, self-satisfied smile curving his lips.

"Tsk, they even made a profit on the round trip."

"This is a good deal."

A night breeze caressed my face, and starlight sprinkled down.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet rushed past, while the city lights ahead gradually illuminated.

Ji Zuodao stretched, feeling all the frustration he had endured at the card table over the past few days vanish.

In a good mood.

"Let's go home."

"Come back next time..."

He turned back and glanced at the blurry outline of the Ailao Mountains, which had long since disappeared into the night, a cunning smile on his face.

"And a little surprise for the three old Dengs and the fox cubs."

The light accelerated, streaking across the sky and heading straight for Jinghai.

"Damn it, if I gamble again next time, I'll be a dog..."