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

As more and more people were executed, the crowd began to stir restlessly again.

Low sobs, suppressed screams, and desperate curses mingled together.

Even when the soldiers fired warning shots into the air again, the gunshots seemed pale and powerless in the face of boundless fear.

Only family members know their own affairs; only they themselves know best how much dirt they have on their own backsides.

Seeing the fate of those ahead of me, I can only imagine what my own end would be like.

They're all about to die, who cares about discipline or warnings!

Why not give it a shot...

"Tsk, there are still some techniques for refining human pills that I haven't tried yet."

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat displeased with the commotion over there.

He reached out, his fingertips probing the gash on his stomach.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

A chilling, sticky sound, as if flesh and blood were being forcibly peeled away.

He used his strong tendons to slowly drag out the corpses of several Wang family cultivators who had just been devoured from the bottomless "Hungry Ghost Maw".

These bodies were very different from when they were put in.

The skin was dry and dull, clinging tightly to the bones, as if all moisture and waste had been drained away, leaving only the most concentrated "essence" forcibly locked inside the body.

Some were incomplete, some were strangely shaped, but without exception, they all exuded a pure spiritual power.

"Hmm, this time they were on the right track."

Ji Zuodao patted his belly as a form of praise.

A vague thought, tinged with flattery and a hint of obsequiousness, came from the "mouth of the hungry ghost."

Ji Zuodao casually picked up a relatively intact corpse from the side and threw it back into the rift.

"Here's a reward for you. Work hard, and you'll have plenty of meat from now on."

"Awoo!"

The hungry ghost let out a joyful hiss and hurriedly swallowed the "reward".

Then came another round of profuse thanks.

Then, under the horrified gazes of the restless Wang family members...

Ji Zuodao sat down cross-legged and took out a corpse that still emitted a considerable amount of spiritual energy, laying it across in front of him.

"Refine".

Ji Zuodao let out a low shout, and spiritual light flickered at his fingertips. A drop of blood shot out and burrowed into the corpse.

A chilling sizzling sound, as if flesh and blood were being roasted by invisible flames, rang out.

The corpse shrank and shrank at a visible speed, while a thick, nauseating, yet strangely sweet, stench of blood permeated the air.

Droplets of dark red essence, like concentrated blood beads, were forcibly forced out from the corpse's seven orifices and pores, gathering, swirling, and solidifying above Ji Zuodao's palm...

In the end, it turned into more than a dozen blood pills.

"Gurgle."

Ji Zuodao didn't even look at it. He casually tossed a freshly made blood pill into his mouth, chewed it up with a "crunch" like a candy, swallowed it with his Adam's apple bobbing.

Then, he smacked his lips, his face showing an expression that said, "So-so, edible enough."

Then, he slowly and deliberately began to repeat the process he had just gone through, as if no one else was around.

He refined a gourd and casually placed it at his feet.

After finishing one, he would casually drag the next one over.

His movements were skillful and his expression focused.

However, he would occasionally lift his eyelids, his gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally over the restless Wang family members.

That look didn't seem like he was looking at someone.

It's more like an experienced butcher sizing up a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

They were assessing which one was plump and strong, which one had the best meat, which one was suitable for braising, and which one was suitable for stewing...

Every member of the Wang family felt a chill run down their spine as they were swept by that gaze.

Then look at the corpses of those cultivators who once held sway over the family at his feet…

Look at those gourds next to him, filled with "blood pills"...

Look at the faint, satisfied smile on his lips as he chewed the pill…

"vomit--!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer, bent over, and began to gag violently.

Many others were deathly pale, their legs went weak, and they staggered backward, huddled together.

That newly risen ferocity and courage, a desperate gamble, was instantly extinguished as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over its head.

All that remained was a deep-seated, indescribable fear.

The battlefield was ravaged by artillery fire, leaving no trace of human remains. Though horrific, at least... it was a human way to die.

A bullet to the head, a clean and swift end; though cold, it's decisive and efficient.

But if it falls into the hands of this evil cultivator...

Even in death, there is no peace.

Chewed, digested, turned into excrement...

This made them feel more desperate and humiliated than death!

The commotion has completely subsided.

All that remained was a deathly silence and countless terrified gazes.

Seeing this, Ji Zuodao withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and continued to focus on his "alchemy work".

Well, he should behave himself until Dog Lord finishes his interrogation, right?

Thinking this, he poured out another blood pill from the gourd and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

The crisp cracking sound was exceptionally clear.

Ji Zuodao casually glanced at the Wang family members, his gaze lingering for a moment on the haphazardly piled, bloodstained corpses that had been shot.

Hmm? He suddenly sensed something was off.

The feeling came from the edge of the pile of corpses, the body of an ordinary-looking woman.

His way of examining corpses was different from that of ordinary people.

To ordinary people and even ordinary cultivators, it was the corpse of a woman who had just been killed, her blood gradually congealing.

But in the eyes of a heretical cultivator like Ji Zuodao, who is skilled in "painting skin and refining bones" and deals with physical appearances more often than with living people...

The body was too conspicuous.

Just like the best tailors, they can spot the difference in color and texture between counterfeit and genuine fabrics at a glance, down to the smallest percentage.

"I see……"

"The art of skin refining."

Ji Zuodao suddenly realized something.

Good tactic, good guts!

Aunt Bai didn't escape at all, nor did she hide in any secret room or passage.

She disguised herself as a member of the Wang family and mingled among these ordinary members of the Wang family awaiting trial.

They even actively "cooperated" with the trial process of Doge.

After being killed, he died naturally and lay down among the pile of corpses.

Who would deliberately examine the body of an ordinary person who has been confirmed dead and is about to be disposed of in a standardized manner?

If Ji Zuodao hadn't happened to be there.

She might really manage to deceive everyone, and once this area is cleared up and the people have dispersed, she can quietly escape from the pile of corpses and flee far away.

"interesting……"

Ji Zuodao almost applauded her performance of "blindly navigating the darkness" and "turning adversity into opportunity."

but……

Is he trying to pull this stunt on Ji Zuodao?

This is beyond just showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

This is like selling a fake knife in front of Guan Yu, or selling life insurance in the King of Hell's palace—purely suicidal behavior.

In his eyes, Aunt Bai's disguise was like wearing a crudely made tattered sack, yet she thought it was flawless.

It's actually difficult to avoid attracting attention.

However, Ji Zuodao did not expose the act of tearing off human skin.

Are you kidding me!

At such close range, who knows what level of cultivation Aunt Bai has?

What if she is a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator? If I rashly go up and expose her, wouldn't I be delivering myself to her doorstep and getting myself killed on the spot?

At times like this, we should let Uncle Liu, who is burly and looks very reassuring, step in!

Leave professional matters to professionals.

He, Ji Zuodao, was responsible for identifying targets, providing intelligence, and...

Afterwards, it's perfectly acceptable to "recycle" the spoils in a reasonable and legal manner.