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

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he struggled to sit up a little and looked down at himself.

Well, after all that commotion in the peach grove, especially the part where his belly exploded and his mouth grew out, his 749 Bureau standard trench coat is now tattered and looks like a beggar's outfit.

A few strands here and there, barely hanging on the body, like costumes for... well, no, for performance art.

"This is fucking unwearable."

Ji Zuodao muttered something to himself, and then simply ripped off all the tattered strips of cloth covering his body with a few quick "rip-rip-rip" sounds.

I crumpled it up and stuffed it into the bag at my waist—maybe I can use it as a rag someday.

Then, he started rummaging through his eerie-looking human skin bag, but after a long time, he couldn't find anything.

"Damn it!" Ji Zuodao slapped his forehead, looking dejected. "I forgot! I was in such a rush to leave, I only remembered to bring my food supplies, I didn't bring a single change of clothes!"

You can't really go naked, can you?

Although most of the people present were men, there were also women! This is such a bad influence!

Ji Zuodao's eyes darted around, glancing at Liu Ming and Li Shuwen, who were also slumped over but whose clothes were relatively intact. He then spoke with a fawning smile:

"Hey you two, I need your help! Does either of you have any spare clothes? Can I borrow one? I'll return ten to you later!"

Liu Ming waved his hand weakly, not even bothering to lift his head: "No... really no. This is all I'm wearing."

Li Shuwen adjusted his slightly crooked glasses, speaking slowly and deliberately, in a sincere tone:

"Boss, I really don't have any spare clothes. But I do have a few sets of well-made, stylish women's clothes in my storage bag. I bought them to study the structure of clothing and human anatomy in Tang Dynasty paintings of court ladies. They're definitely made from good materials from a reputable tailor shop. Why don't you make do with those for now?"

"roll."

"Okay."

Just as Ji Zuodao was pondering whether he should simply skin Dog Lord and put on his own skin,

"Hey! That guy from Jinghai!"

A cheerful and enthusiastic female voice, carrying the strong smell of corn stubble, came from the side.

Ji Zuodao turned his head and saw a tall, handsome female investigator in the Northeast Branch uniform walking over with a smile, carrying a neatly folded 749 Bureau standard trench coat.

"Look at you, so tall and strong, about the same build as our brothers from Northeast China!"

The female investigator handed over the trench coat, smiling broadly. "I happen to have a spare uniform here, brand new, never been worn! Please wear this! Don't be shy!"

"Oh! Thank you so much, young lady!"

Ji Zuodao immediately beamed with joy, took the trench coat, and felt its thickness and solid material, clearly reflecting the down-to-earth style of the Northeast Branch.

"You've truly come to my rescue, saving me from dire straits! So kind of you!"

He quickly put on his trench coat while sincerely thanking him.

"Hey! Don't be so polite, brother! We're all comrades from 749, helping each other out is only natural!"

The female investigator waved her hand, appearing particularly forthright.

But her gaze lingered on Ji Zuodao for a few more seconds.

hiss--

This skin...

Isn't that a bit too good?

Its skin was fair and smooth, like the finest mutton fat jade, and under the sunlight reflected off the back of the Kunpeng, it seemed to gleam with a warm glow.

The muscle lines are smooth and beautiful; any more would make them too muscular, any less would make them too thin—just right.

and……

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but when I get close, I always feel that this guy has a very pleasant, indescribable, faint fragrance about him.

It doesn't feel like perfume or any kind of fragrance; it's just very natural and very alluring.

The female investigator subconsciously sniffed, her throat moved slightly, and a different meaning unconsciously crept into her hearty smile, her eyes becoming somewhat fixed.

To be honest, Ji Zuodao's appearance is truly impeccable.

Even in the cultivation world full of handsome men and beautiful women, he is still an outstanding individual.

Ji Zuodao didn't practice any evil techniques like sexual cultivation or bewitching.

It is simply an attraction that naturally emanates from reaching a certain level on the path of "cultivating life," elevating one's life level, and bringing the physical body towards perfection and harmony.

Similar to how rare and precious natural treasures possess a natural fragrance that has an instinctive attraction for living beings.

"Young lady? Young lady?"

Ji Zuodao finished dressing and buttoning his clothes. When he looked up, he saw the Northeastern girl staring at him blankly with a somewhat unfocused look in her eyes. So he reached out and waved his hand in front of her face.

"Huh? Ah!"

The female investigator snapped out of her daze, her face flushing red instantly, but fortunately, her skin tone was healthy, so it wasn't too noticeable.

She quickly cleared her throat and patted Ji Zuodao's arm as a cover-up—wow, this feels firm and elastic!

"Hey bro, how do you maintain your skin? It's amazing! So fair and rosy, like a peeled egg! Any secret tips? Tell me, will you? *slurp*"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sip her saliva slightly.

Damn, it looks even better up close, and the fragrance is even more alluring! If this were a girl, she would definitely go up and kiss it twice!

Ji Zuodao was amused by her straightforward and bold manner, and he imitated her, putting his arm around her shoulder like a close buddy—in a very innocent way, of course.

"Hey! Young lady, what are you saying!"

Ji Zuodao, with an expression that said, "We're practically family," waved his hand magnanimously.

"We're all brothers, no need to be so polite! You want the same skin as me, right? Simple, here's what we'll do: after this Grand Tournament is completely over, write down my address, and then send me your skin, intact and fresh."

"I'll personally handle it, using my secret tanning method to give you a treatment that will make your skin as smooth and delicate as porcelain, with an irresistible fragrance! The effect will be absolutely amazing! Consider it my way of thanking you for lending me the clothes!"

The female investigator smiled broadly:

"Okay, okay! That's generous of you, bro! I'll get the leather tomorrow...huh?"

Her neck was a little stiff as she slowly turned around to look at Ji Zuodao's handsome face, which was full of "I am very sincere".

Those beautiful eyes were so clear that they reflected her stunned, frozen image.

I'm not kidding.

There was no joking.

He was serious.

He genuinely felt that "helping you tan the leather" was a wonderful way to repay a debt of gratitude, and he enthusiastically provided this after-sales service.

A chill ran from the female investigator's tailbone to the top of her head.

In an instant, it drenched her mind, which had been clouded by the "beauty" and "fragrance," completely!

Oh shit!

He was blinded by beauty!

I almost forgot!

The gentleman in front of me is from the Jinghai branch of the Public Security Bureau!

It's Ji Zuodao, the one who eats with his stomach, uses a showerhead as a substitute for Kunkun, and can pull out a bunch of weird gadgets at will!

Ask him for skincare secrets?

The fucking secret recipe is to skin you alive and tan you by hand!!!

"Um... well..."

The female investigator's smile was more like a grimace as she subtly and carefully pulled away from the shoulder that Ji Zuodao was still holding.

"No...no need, brother! You're too kind! Really, no need! I...I suddenly remembered our bureau chief needs to see me! I'll go now! You can keep the clothes! They're yours! No need to return them!"

She spoke rapidly, and as soon as she finished, she seemed to have oil on her feet, and in a flash, she darted far away, blending into the crowd of the Northeast Branch, without daring to look back.

It was as if the person behind him wasn't a stunningly handsome man, but a deranged killer who might pull out a skinning knife at any moment.

Ji Zuodao watched her hastily fleeing figure, clicked his tongue in regret, and scratched his head:

"Why are you leaving? I meant it... I don't usually tell people about my skills."