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

Tsk, this Spirit Palace Realm cultivator is quite slippery.

Ji Zuodao could see clearly that this guy had been hiding behind the Spirit Sea Realm cultivators when he charged forward, but when he was escaping, he was the first to rush forward.

The most difficult to deal with are the seasoned veterans.

He glanced around, his gaze landing on Dog, who was happily munching away, and raised an eyebrow.

I've decided on you.

He took two steps forward and grabbed Dog Master by the scruff of his neck.

"Huh? You brat, what do you think you're doing?"

When Dog looked up, he met Ji Zuodao's wicked smile that seemed to have a "flash of inspiration." Dog forgot to swallow the meat in his mouth, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

That bastard is definitely up to no good!

"Dog Lord." Ji Zuodao leaned closer, his tone warm, "Human Cannon, Level One Ready."

His arm muscles bulged, his waist twisted, and he swung the hundred-odd-pound Dog Master like a black bowling ball, aiming it with all his might in the direction Wang Lin was fleeing!

"Huh? Holy crap! You little brat, how dare you—!"

Before Dog Lord could finish his roar, he felt a lightness on the back of his neck, and his entire body flew up as if riding on clouds!

"Woo-hoo-hoo-!!"

A mournful dog-shaped parabola streaked across the night sky.

Wang Lin, who was fleeing for his life ahead, twitched his ears and keenly caught the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.

What is that?

hidden weapon?

Spell?

He glanced back hastily amidst his busy schedule—

A large black dog, its paws flailing and its fur standing on end, was spinning around and lunging at his face, baring its teeth!

"Um?!"

Even though Wang Lin prided himself on his extensive knowledge, this absurd "attack" left him momentarily stunned.

But his body reacted faster than his mind, instinctively dodging to the side in a clumsy manner.

Unexpectedly, the black dog that was tumbling in the air suddenly kicked out with its four paws in mid-air, defying all common sense, just as it brushed past him!

As if stepping on an invisible wall, the dog's body twisted at a tricky angle in mid-air, its hind legs curled up and its forelegs outstretched—

Like a hunting tiger, carrying the wind and its weight, it precisely pounced on Wang Lin's back!

"not good!!"

Wang Lin roared in horror, but it was too late to change direction.

"Bang!"

A tremendous force slammed into him!

Wang Lin felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and his blood churn.

The protective aura was shattered by this brutal collision, and he staggered forward, crashing heavily into the ground, his mouth full of mud and ash mixed with gunpowder smoke.

Before he could fully recover from the dizziness of the impact, a suffocating, foul stench hit him!

Immediately afterwards, a searing pain shot through my neck!

"Ugh—!"

Dog's sharp, white teeth were like iron clamps, deeply embedded in his carotid artery, and warm blood spurted out instantly.

"Damn it...you brat..."

Dog-Master let out a muffled growl, biting down hard without letting go, while its eyes glanced sideways in Ji Zuodao's direction, conveying the angry message, "You just wait, Dog-Master."

"Let's see if I pee a whole Qingming Scroll in your bed tonight..."

It was cursing, but its nostrils twitched involuntarily.

Huh? This old guy is only at the Spirit Palace Realm, and his blood and qi are pure and abundant. He smells much better than those "roasted meats" from before.

A fierce glint flashed in the dog's eyes, followed by a hint of "since we're already here" resolve.

Heart is worse than action.

"Awoo!"

With a sudden jerk of his head, accompanied by a teeth-grinding "ripping" sound, Dog Lord ripped a large chunk of flesh, skin and tendons, off Wang Lin's neck!

"No—! Get away! You beast!!"

Wang Lin was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed. He frantically scratched and pounded the dog's head on its neck, his spiritual energy erupting wildly.

But beneath Dog's glossy black fur, his skin and flesh were tougher than anyone could imagine.

Ordinary spiritual energy attacks were like a gentle breeze; it only focused on burying its head, feasting, biting deeper, and tearing more fiercely.

"Damn! This isn't just any ordinary spirit! It's a fully-fledged demon!"

Wang Lin was utterly devastated, his soul nearly leaving his body, and despair washed over him like ice water.

Just then, his ankle suddenly tightened!

A completely different, yet equally cold and eerie sensation came over me, as if I were being entangled by a venomous snake, or as if I were being sucked in by countless tiny, wriggling mouthparts.

He looked down in horror—

All he saw was one of his legs being tightly bitten by a "hungry ghost mouth" covered with fine, sharp teeth that emerged from the crack in Ji Zuodao's belly, and being dragged to the other side!

"Hey, Dog Lord, be a little more considerate."

Ji Zuodao's tone was conciliatory.

"I've got my eye on this. It's for the Spirit Palace Realm. Once refined into pills, it'll last me for several days. You can have a couple of bites to try it out, but leave me the main ingredient."

"Hmph! You brat! What's in my mouth is mine! Letting go? No way!"

Upon hearing this, Dog did not loosen its grip; instead, it bit even harder, letting out a low growl of possessiveness.

Its four claws gripped the ground tightly, creating a fierce tug-of-war with the "Hungry Ghost's Mouth" on Ji Zuodao's belly.

"Hey, then it's all about skill."

Ji Zuodao was not annoyed. The suction of the "Hungry Ghost's Mouth" on his belly increased sharply, and he began to frantically tear and swallow the flesh and bones of Wang Lin's legs.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

Wang Lin let out a mournful howl that sounded inhuman.

He could clearly feel that his life was being torn apart and devoured from both above and below by two terrifying forces!

The neck was bitten through and chewed to pieces little by little by the dog's sharp teeth.

The legs and feet quickly melted and disappeared in the mouths of the hungry ghosts.

The upper body is in the dog's mouth, and the lower body is in the ghost's mouth.

Haha... this kind of death...

What kind of ridiculous joke is this?!

"Snap—!!!"

A chilling, sharp crack as bones were torn apart, mixed with the muffled sound of muscles snapping, suddenly rang out on the battlefield where the smoke of battle had not yet cleared.

Wang Lin's agonizing scream, along with his last vestiges of consciousness, came to an abrupt end after that cry.

Wang Lin, a cultivator at the Spirit Palace Realm, has passed away.

Age at death... unknown.

Cause of death: Divided and eaten.

The culprits: a hungry dog, a hungry ghost, and a young evil cultivator who was slightly dissatisfied that "the alchemy materials were wasted by the dog".

At the crime scene, only a few splattered bloodstains and the lingering, thick smell of blood remained in the air.

Doggy let out a burp filled with meat bits, then spat out a small piece of bone with disgust.

Ji Zuodao's face showed a hint of regret:

"What a pity, such a fine Spirit Palace Realm expert has been wasted like this."

"Woof! Ptooey!"

Dog spat out the bone fragments from his mouth and glared at him irritably.

"It's good enough to have something to eat, why be picky! Hurry up and see if there are any leftovers, I'm... I think I'm getting hungry again."

On the tank in the distance, Deputy Director Liu silently put down his binoculars and rubbed his throbbing temples.

He decided that in tonight's action report, the fate of the several royal family cultivators would simply be written as "killed by our side in the fierce firefight, their bodies never recovered."

Anyway... it doesn't matter.

Ji Zuodao and Gouye's gleaming eyes, practically screaming "extra food," darted around and simultaneously locked onto the other side of the battlefield—

Those few remaining Qi cultivators from the Wang family who were still fighting with the investigators from Bureau 749.

In just a short while, only two or three big cats and little cats were left.

Deputy Director Liu had said that the Jinghai 749 was good at frontal assaults, and he was right.

These investigators were ruthless and coordinated, targeting the most vulnerable points and leaving Ji Zuodao and Gouye little room to "snag" anything.

Seemingly sensing those two scorching gazes that felt almost tangible, the Wang family Qi cultivators, who were engaged in a fierce battle, felt a chill run down their spines!

They glanced briefly at the source of their gaze—

The evil cultivator who had just torn Wang Lin apart was rubbing his hands together, staring at them with green eyes.

The terrifying black dog at his feet was also panting, its scarlet tongue lolling out, drool almost dripping onto the ground.

Then look at the remaining traces of blood and bone fragments belonging to Wang Lin on the ground not far away...

A fear more terrifying than death instantly gripped the hearts of all the Qi cultivators in the Wang family!

Even if you're killed by artillery fire, at least you'll have a whole body; that's considered a heroic death.

He was killed by the investigators of 749; he was killed by the enemy, and his death was deserved.

But what if it falls into the hands of this man and his dog...

Just think of Wang Lin's agonizing screams, so piercing they were almost unrecognizable, and the horrific sight of him being devoured with a "crunch"...

Do not! ! !

Absolutely not!!!

Almost in the blink of an eye, all the survivors exchanged a desperate and resolute look.