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

Ah Li was really going all out, spilling out all the dirty secrets she knew, one by one.

At first, Ji Zuodao listened with that playful smile still on his face, occasionally commenting, "Oh, that's a pretty cunning move," or "Hey, that's an idea."

But as he listened, the smile on his face vanished completely, like snow melting in the sun.

Later, all that remained was an increasingly somber and cold expression on his face, and a faint hissing of cold air emanating from his slightly narrowed eyes.

He originally thought that the Monster Protection Association was, at most, just a group of monsters forming a gang, collecting protection fees, engaging in bullying and dominating the market, and playing the "good cop, bad cop" trick.

Unexpectedly, the more dirt on Ahri was revealed, the more off it seemed.

They sell people, they sell demons, and they even eat people.

Ahri licked her chapped lips, her voice trembling:

"They packaged some low-level demons with no background who were easy to manipulate, as well as those who owed high-interest loans and had nowhere else to turn, as voluntary sacrifices or accidental disappearances, and sold them to certain places."

"Where?"

"There are those who practice evil arts, and those who conduct strange research, called something like Tek Biotechnology Company."

"Tek Bio?" Ji Zuodao repeated, feeling that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

"Yes! That's the one! They even buy information from the association, specifically targeting those newcomers from out of town who are unfamiliar with the area and seem easy to fool and manipulate. They promise them high-paying jobs, or use the guise of free medical checkups or gene optimization to lure them in..."

Ahri didn't finish her sentence.

"boom--!!!"

A violent, sweet-smelling, and blood-red spiritual power, filled with endless killing intent, exploded from Ji Zuodao's body without warning!

The glass on the coffee table cracked with a "crack," revealing spiderweb-like fine lines. The wall plaster fell in a "rustling" sound, and several monsters nearby were knocked back by the force of the impact.

"Little Daodao? What's wrong with you?"

Su Xiaoxiao was startled and instinctively grabbed Ji Zuodao's sleeve, her face full of worry.

Ji Zuodao stood there, head down, his hair obscuring his eyes.

All the killing intent was concentrated in those unfathomable eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay."

He said "good" three times in a row, his voice very soft, but it sounded like three ice-cold knives scraping against the eardrums of every demon.

"I thought that once we dealt with those foreigners and wrecked that lousy lab, the matter would be over."

Ji Zuodao lowered his head, looked at Ah Li, who was curled up in fear and trembling on the ground, and slowly grinned, revealing a chilling smile.

"After all that work, there's still trash left to take out, and rats are still crawling around in the corners."

"That idiot Wang Fugui, he suffered such a huge setback in Jinghai. I used to always scold him for being useless, for having his brain caught in a door, how could he fall for something like this..."

"Now it seems like there was a traitor within the family who betrayed us and stabbed us in the back."

"You know what? That idiot was probably tricked into becoming a guinea pig at Tek Biotech by that damned Monster Protection Association."

"What?!"

The temperature in the room dropped another ten degrees instantly.

The fifty fox spirits, who were just listening to the gossip, suddenly narrowed their demonic eyes into cold vertical lines!

The fluffy fox tail exploded silently.

They knew about Wang Fugui's affairs, mainly from what the Empress had told them.

Wang Fugui, that simple-minded little fox who always wanted to see the world in the big city, ended up getting a collar put on him and being locked in a cage as soon as he arrived in Jinghai.

Being subjected to blood draws, biopsies, and injections of all sorts of weird stuff all day long is worse than death.

I heard that when Ji Zuodao rescued him, he was in a terrible state. His cultivation was completely ruined, his foundation was damaged, and he couldn't even transform into human form.

If it weren't for Ji Zuodao's method, they would probably all be queuing up at the Bridge of Helplessness to drink soup.

That foolish fox is still being raised in his old home in the Ailao Mountains, and he needs to rebuild his cultivation from scratch.

This matter is a thorn in the side of all those foxes.

We don't usually mention it because we don't want that silly boy Wang Fugui to be upset.

Now he suddenly hears that one of the culprits who harmed him is actually a monster protection association.

"call--!"

A variety of demonic auras, some fiery, some feminine, and some eerie, rose uncontrollably.

Mixed with Ji Zuodao's bloody spiritual power, the air in the entire room became thick, scalding, and bone-chillingly cold.

The entire room seemed to have sunk into a bottomless sea of ​​blood.

The air became incredibly oppressive; every breath carried the pungent smell of blood and the stench of death.

"Uh...ho...ho..."

Ahri felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, or as if she were being sunk to the bottom of the ocean thousands of meters deep.

The viscous spiritual energy, filled with violence and murderous intent, relentlessly squeezed her body and eroded her consciousness.

asphyxia.

Icy.

despair.

Her vision began to darken, her ears were ringing, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.

A thought, uncontrollably and wildly surged up:

dead.

I want to die.

Die immediately, instantly.

End this endless fear and pain.

Do not!

I don't want to die!

Pulled by extreme fear and the will to survive, Ahri suddenly raised her head and, with her last ounce of strength, forced out a distorted scream from deep within her throat:

"I can! I can call out Secretary Hou from the Monster Protection Association! He's practically the third-in-command of the association! He handles a lot of things! He definitely knows more than I do!"

She grasped at this last straw, her voice shrill and piercing:

"Just spare my life! I'll contact him right now and lure him out!"

The suffocating crimson spiritual pressure in the room paused slightly.

Ji Zuodao lowered his head and stared at the Tibetan fox's square face on the ground, which was distorted by extreme fear, for a full three seconds.

Then he smiled.

That smile was clean, cheerful, and even had a touch of sunshine in it.

The overwhelming stench of blood emanating from him and the ferocity in his eyes created an extremely eerie and terrifying contrast.

"it is good."

"Call him over."

"Now."

Ji Zuodao tossed Ah Li's phone, whose screen was cracked like a spider web, back to her and coldly watched her operate it.

This Ahri is quite a character. She's been beaten so badly she's almost back to her original form, but now, in order to survive, she's stubbornly squeezing out all the spiritual energy in her body.

She was lying on the ground with her eyes closed, muttering incantations. A very faint, watery halo slowly flowed across her dusty, square face.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the monsters present, a miracle occurred.

Ahri's tattered clothes, along with her body covered in whip marks, seemed to have been redrawn and recolored by an invisible paintbrush.

Bloodstains, dirt, torn fabric... receded like the tide.

Instead, she had smooth, silky skin, exquisitely proportioned curves, and a delicate face that blended innocence and allure.

It was the same "Ali" character she used during her live stream.

Even her clothes had been transformed into an expensive-looking, well-tailored off-white casual suit, which made her skin appear as white as snow, making her look pitiful.

The key point is that this change is frighteningly real.

This is no ordinary illusion.

Ordinary illusions cannot achieve the clarity and lifelike detail of every single strand of hair moving, the light and shadow of clothing folds, or even the faint pulsation of blood vessels under the skin.