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

Ji Zuodao swaggered into the house with a pigeon-toed gait, his face beaming with a smile, as if he had just picked up some money, radiating a sense of ease and comfort.

That's his favorite.

I enjoy watching those arrogant people who are smug one second and get slapped in the face the next.

He bent down, reached out, and grabbed the edge of the deformed security door.

He was already pondering whether to tie up this sly fox who dared to challenge the Demon Management Department like a dumpling and drag her away, or to let her carry a door panel through the streets as a public spectacle.

Wow, just thinking about it is exciting.

Under the door, Ah Li trembled like the last leaf in the autumn wind.

Although her eyes were blocked by the door and she couldn't see anything, her demonic perception was still working desperately.

This sensation almost scared her soul out of her body!

Inside and outside the house, dozens of undisguised, domineering demonic energies stood there brightly, like beacon fires soaring into the sky!

What the hell is this, a case being investigated by the Demon Management Department?

This is clearly a massive army of monsters pressing in, ready to raze her little nest to the ground!

Especially the one closest to her, which was standing right next to the door panel.

That aura...

It was bloody, violent, and full of undisguised malice, yet it also had a sense of amusement mixed in with it.

Ahri felt like an unweaned cub who had fallen into a pack of hungry wolves, surrounded by ferocious beasts that could bite her neck off in one bite, and drool was practically dripping onto her face.

That doesn't seem right.

Is this really the Demon Management Department?

When did those good-for-nothings in the Demon Management Department start having such a commotion?

With that aura and that demeanor, she would believe it if you told her it was some demon king's cave where he came out to rob and plunder!

Just when she was so scared she almost wet her pants—

"Hey-yo!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Ji Zuodao managed to yank the heavy iron door open with a creak and toss it aside.

"Clang!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Ji Zuodao dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, lowered his head, and looked with a smile at the spot where the door panel had been, preparing to admire the trembling, tearful face of the criminal suspect.

Then, the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Um?"

Ji Zuodao blinked, then leaned forward again, tilting his head to examine it closely.

Beneath the door was a monster, indeed covered in dust and trembling.

Is there a problem...?

Who is this?

Where is Ahri?

Where is my big-faced, fox-spirited internet celebrity streamer?

The person in front of me... has a square face, squinty eyes, and features that are all distinct, but together they seem to scream "whatever" and "let it go"...

Who is this?!

Ji Zuodao's mind went blank for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong.

Damn it! What kind of bastards are those in the intelligence department doing their jobs?! Wrong address? Wrong monster arrested?

Oh no! This is a disaster! Innocent civilians have been caught in the crossfire.

And what happened to everything around here? Was the door kicked down that hard just now?

If this gets out, it'll be like his first act as a new official has set fire to ordinary people's homes instead of his own? Director Zhang will make him write self-criticisms for ages to come.

Ji Zuodao's face turned bitter as he looked at the face of the "innocent bystander" on the ground, especially that face, and he felt even more uneasy.

"Ouch! Look at what you've done! Your face is a mess!"

"I'll boil some water and pour it on; that would probably be better than it looks now."

Ah Li lay on the ground, trembling like a leaf, cursing the bastard who broke in eight hundred times in her heart.

She admitted that her appearance did not conform to mainstream aesthetics.

But it can't be as exaggerated as the look in this bastard's eyes suggests, can it?!

What do you mean, even boiling water is better than this?!

Can't you even speak human language?! No, this bastard probably isn't even human!

Just then, a soft, slightly puzzled female voice came from behind Ji Zuodao:

"Hey, she seems fine, just some minor scratches, but it looked scary."

It was Su Xiaoxiao. She had followed them in and was peeking out curiously.

"How could nothing be wrong!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao pointed at Ah Li's face, his voice rising several decibels in anguish:

"Her face is ruined! And she's a vixen! What a mess! What will she do now? If she goes out begging, people will think she's an eyesore and throw stones at her!"

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao looked at it more carefully, then let out a soft "Ah," tugged at Ji Zuodao's sleeve, and whispered:

"Little Daodao, you're mistaken. She's a Tibetan fox, ugly... no, that's just how she looks, it's natural. It's not your fault, you didn't disfigure her."

Ji Zuo said, "Huh?"

He looked down again and carefully examined the breed characteristics of the "victim" on the ground, especially its distinctive square face and squinty eyes.

It really is a Tibetan fox.

"Oh, then it's not surprising."

Ji Zuodao's grief instantly subsided.

Ahri lay expressionless on the ground, listening to the two despicable people singing in unison, one saying "What a sin!" and the other "That's how you were born."

Every word was like a red-hot knife, precisely stabbing into the most painful spot in her heart.

She recognized the woman, especially!

It's that Fire Fox who just defeated her in the live stream, making her want to smash her head against a block of tofu and die!

Hold back!

Ahri, you must hold back!

The illusion has broken, and they didn't recognize you! This is your only chance! As long as you're alive, you can always try again! Once you survive this...

She desperately suppressed the murderous intent and shame surging in her heart, and continued to play the role of an innocent, timid, and ordinary Tibetan fox demon who had been hit.

Ji Zuodao adjusted his expression, trying to appear "kind and approachable," and reached out to help the trembling Tibetan fox demon up from the ground, even brushing the dust off her body.

"Um, sir, I'm so sorry, it was an accidental injury, purely accidental!"

"We are from the Jinghai Branch of the 749 Bureau, Demon Management Section, currently on official duty. It's good you're alright, it's good you're alright!"

Ah Li lowered her head, speaking softly and trembling with fear: "It's alright, boss, I... I'm just an ordinary resident..."

"Good for ordinary residents! Good for ordinary residents!"

Ji Zuodao nodded repeatedly, then changed the subject, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"Let me ask you something. Was there a fox spirit named Ah Li who used to live in your house? You know, the one who did live streaming."

Ali's heart tightened, but her face remained blank: "Ali? I don't know, I only moved here recently..."

"Oh, you just moved here?" Ji Zuodao suddenly realized, then his expression turned serious, his tone became indignant, and he began to list the faults on his fingers:

"Let me tell you, that Ahri is no good! We've been watching her for a long time!"

"Suspected of illegally using bewitching magic to disrupt public order—yes, mind control! Defrauding people of money! The amounts involved are exceptionally large!"

"Suspected of spreading harmful information, the live stream contained vulgar content, negatively impacting the physical and mental health of teenagers and adults!"

"Suspected of..."

Ji Zuodao's lips flew across the page, his tongue eloquent, listing over a dozen or twenty crimes against Ah Li in one breath, each more serious and outrageous than the last.

In the end, he almost believed it himself, thinking that Ahri was utterly wicked and had committed countless heinous crimes, and that it would be a disservice to the harmonious society not to arrest him and execute him for ten minutes.

Ah Li, who was listening nearby, was dumbfounded.

She opened her mouth slightly, squinted and tried to widen her eyes, looking at the spittle-spitting dog in front of her, desperately trying to pin the blame on her.

What the hell!

That bastard...

That's a complete frame-up!!!

These charges—crimes she'd committed, crimes she hadn't committed, things she'd heard of, and things she hadn't heard of—were all pinned on her!

If this is confirmed, execution? Execution would be considered lenient! He'd be fried in the deepest hell a hundred times over!