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

"Oh ho, looks like someone who can't control their lower body?"

Ji Zuodao squatted down, looked at the dark red bloodstain on the prisoner's crotch, and laughed.

"Alright, anyway, there's only a little bit of root left, it's probably useless anyway, keeping it will just take up space."

"How about I take pity on you today and completely rip you out, and while I'm at it—give you a sex change operation! Don't worry, when you wake up, you'll be a beautiful young woman. How's that after-sales service?"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Zuodao raised his hand and delivered a swift chop to the back of the prisoner's neck.

Physical anesthesia is simple and brutal.

The prisoner was struck by a knife, and his vision went black and the world spun around him. Upon hearing this, he desperately opened his eyes wide!

"Wait...wait a minute!!!"

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, blood vessels bulging out. I don't know where he got the strength, but he managed to withstand that chop to the neck without fainting!

"You...you can't do this!! A scholar can be killed but not...but not humiliated! I'd rather die than submit!!!"

The voice was split in two, conveying a tragic sense of despair at the end of the road.

"Heh?" Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Pretty tough, huh?"

"Snapped!"

He then delivered another backhand strike, this time with 30% more force.

The prisoner stiffened his neck, his eyes rolling back, his body contorting like a fish out of water, muttering incoherently, "No...don't...touch me...Kun Kun!"

Ji Zuodao was starting to doubt himself. He looked down at his hands and thought, "Has my skill become rusty? That doesn't make sense."

Normally, after this, no matter how tough a man is, he would have to go to sleep and play a couple of games of chess with the Duke of Zhou.

"Okay, you're awesome."

Ji Zuodao nodded, his expression surprisingly showing a hint of appreciation.

Then, his smile faded, and his eyes narrowed.

The third chop was solid, full of force, striking the same spot without any fancy moves.

This time, everyone present clearly heard a tooth-grinding sound, like a dry branch snapping—

"Click!"

The prisoner opened his mouth, then his whole body went limp like a toy that had lost its power, and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

The world is finally peaceful again.

"Good job, you're a real man."

Ji Zuodao shook his hand and looked at the person on the ground who was completely unconscious. He actually felt a little respectful. "He took three of my hand strikes. If it were someone else, their soul would be floating to the Bridge of Helplessness by now and queuing for soup."

"It's because of your obsession, your unyielding... uh, your fixation on those two ounces of meat..."

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, slapped his thigh, and said, "Alright! I'll take pity on you today and make an exception to continue it!"

The referee's lips twitched. He opened his mouth as if to say that the competition would provide anesthetic, but in the end, he didn't dare to utter a single word.

He subtly took three steps back, thinking to himself: "Far away, much further away, or the blood will splatter three feet high..."

Ji Zuodao began treatment.

The first step is wound cleaning.

He was absolutely meticulous and didn't care about any fancy aseptic techniques.

He reached out directly, his fingers like hooks, grasping the blood-soaked, haphazardly wrapped rags and bits of flesh, held his breath, and then—

"Sizzle—!"

Steady, accurate, and ruthless.

It was ripped off by force.

He was decisive and efficient, his technique as skillful as an old farmer pulling radishes from his own field.

"hiss--!"

In the audience, all the men with penises gasped in unison, their faces turning green.

Both legs pressed tightly together, as if they were about to be torn apart at any moment.

Several people with weaker mental fortitude had already covered their groins and slowly squatted down, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

"Oh my god..."

"Is it really necessary, sir?! Don't you have a knife on your belt? Can't you just cut it? Why do you have to tear it apart?!"

"Did you see that? Those two bags on the left and right... didn't they both fly away?"

"Stop talking... I feel like throwing up..."

The second step was Ji Zuodao scratching his head.

"Debridement is easy, but what about the reattachment... what should we use to reattach it?"

He shook open the human skin bag and buried his head inside, rummaging through it.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, eyeballs, fingers, bottles and jars—there are quite a few strange and unusual things.

"I have everything else here, but I'm missing that one part you need!"

"Tsk, I don't usually put that thing in this precious bag even when I have nothing to do. It's useless anyway. Are you suggesting I use it to string skewers?"

He muttered to himself while his hands kept moving. Suddenly, his fingertips touched something.

I took it out and looked at it.

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment, weighed it in his hand, and then brought it closer to his eyes to examine it carefully.

"what?"

His eyes gradually brightened.

"This thing...it looks...like...maybe...it might be usable?"

"Okay! That's the one!"

Once he made up his mind, Ji Zuodao no longer hesitated.

The hesitation and amusement on his face vanished instantly, and his gaze became as focused as that of an old craftsman carving a priceless treasure.

He squatted down and began to operate the machine with great concentration.

On and off the stage, hundreds of eyes were focused on his hand.

At first, I was confused and curious.

Immediately, some sharp-eyed people noticed something amiss, and their bewildered expressions turned into shock.

Then, as more people saw things clearly, the shock quickly fermented and deteriorated, turning into overwhelming terror.

Finally, when Ji Zuodao actually started to move, trying to gesture and connect that thing to the prisoner—

The entire audience, regardless of gender, age, or worldly experience, shared only one expression at this moment:

(⊙ˍ⊙)

My pupils dilated in shock, my worldview shattered, and my mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a goose egg.

A deathly silence lasted for a full three seconds.

Immediately following were suppressed, trembling gasps squeezed out from between clenched teeth, rising and falling in waves:

"Holy...holy shit???"

"Wait a minute! That...that thing can...can be replaced with that?!"

"Am I still half asleep... or has the world finally gone mad?!"

"Mom...I want to go home..."

"Referee! Where's the referee?! Is this even legal?! Can this even be considered treatment?!"

"If this thing is connected... which way will it go when I pee?!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

"Alright, all done!"

Ji Zuodao clapped his hands, took half a step back, looked left and right, and smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Tsk, look at this work! The lines, the joints... it's a perfect fit, a natural masterpiece! Absolutely amazing!"

After he finished boasting, he helped the prisoner pull up his trousers.

When he was done, he casually pulled over a small stool from the side, sat down casually, crossed his legs, tapped his toes on the ground, and hummed a tuneless little tune:

"Loud and lousy~ I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the gutter~~ Hey! It shines on the gutter!"

The tune was so off-key it could go two miles, and the lyrics were completely nonsensical, but he hummed it with such ease and freedom.

Completely oblivious to the deathly silence around him and the countless gazes that seemed to burn him to ashes.

Normally, given Okihime's pretentious attitude, the troublemakers from various departments in the audience would probably have already started mocking her.

"Wow, look how capable you are!"

"You're getting all cocky over treating an injury?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were saving lives and doing great good deeds!"

But at this moment, not a single person in the entire room uttered a sound.

Why?

Didn't you see that he just tore apart flesh with his bare hands without batting an eye?

Didn't you see that even when the parts weren't complete, they managed to find a substitute from some unknown corner and dared to use it?

The crucial thing is that it actually worked.

You disagree?

If you're not happy, then come at me! Would you dare to operate on someone's groin? Could you find a suitable spare part and make do with it?

No? If you can't, then shut up and watch!