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

"hiss……"

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.

Xiong Meng stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, and after a long pause, finally managed to utter, "My goodness! How did this happen? I couldn't detect a single trace of demonic energy!"

Su Xiaoxiao exclaimed "Wow!" and leaned forward with her little head, blinking her big eyes with the inquisitive curiosity of a professional fox spirit.

Ji Zuodao, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted and remained silent.

Ordinary illusions, to put it simply, are just more sophisticated forms of deception or illusions created by influencing the mind.

It works well against living things, but it's basically useless against electronic devices; they'll be exposed as soon as you tap them.

But Ahri's move...

This doesn't look like an illusion at all!

It's like having an incredibly realistic 3D projection effect added to your image! And it's real-time rendered with absolutely no lag!

Just as the demons were secretly alarmed, Ahri on the ground began her performance.

She furrowed her delicate brows slightly, gently bit her full, rosy lower lip, and a thin mist of grievance and panic instantly clouded her large, fox-like eyes. Speaking into the phone microphone in a trembling, pitiful voice, she said:

"Feed... Brother Hou? It's me, Ah Li..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of sob from shock, making one's bones feel weak.

A somewhat urgent male voice, clearly suppressing excitement, immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"Ah Li? It really is you! I rushed over as soon as you messaged me. Did something happen? Don't worry, tell me, I'm coming right away!"

Ahri's tears come so easily, but they linger in her eyes, adding to her fragile beauty.

"Brother Hou... I don't know how to say this... I think I was being watched just now, I'm so scared... Can you come to me now? Just you alone, okay? I only trust you..."

As she spoke, she sniffed perfectly, her shoulders twitching slightly, like a startled fawn.

Good guy!

The acting, the emotions, the lines, the micro-expression control!

This sly fox is truly exceptional in her craft. With acting skills and illusion magic, it's a waste of her talent if she doesn't pursue acting.

"Okay, okay! Don't be afraid! Wait for me! I'll be right there! Anyone who dares to touch you, I'll kill them!"

On the other end of the phone, Hou Mi's voice instantly rose eight octaves.

You could even faintly hear the roar of an engine and the urgent honking of a horn coming from the other end of the phone.

It seems that this person was already on their way when they received the message Ahri sent earlier, and now they've probably stepped on the gas.

"Um... Brother Hou, hurry... I'm so scared..."

Ah Li added another blow in a soft, hesitant manner, before reluctantly hanging up the phone.

The call has ended.

The radiant, pitiful image of the "peerless beauty" on the ground vanished without a trace, like a popped soap bubble.

What reappeared was the Tibetan fox itself, lying on the ground, covered in wounds, covered in dirt, with a square face and squinty eyes.

She seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength, and her head hit the floor with a "thud." She was only able to gasp for breath, too lazy to even move the tip of her tail.

Ji Zuodao finally understood how this Tibetan fox had carved out a path for himself in the live-streaming industry, where beautiful women abounded, and even rose to the top.

Charm alone won't do.

This illusion technique, so realistic it fools even electronic devices, coupled with this natural and pitiful tea ceremony...

It's an absolutely invincible weapon!

No wonder he could bewitch that Hou Mi so completely, making him go east and not west.

She was just unlucky to run into Su Xiaoxiao, who had such a statistical anomaly.

However, this illusion technique is quite interesting.

That's quite interesting.

Such a good thing is being wasted on her.

Once this matter is settled, we'll confiscate the cultivation method for this illusion technique.

It's good to keep the good stuff within the family; it's a perfect opportunity for our fifty fox spirits to practice.

Having more skills is never a bad thing.

As for whether the Tibetan fox is willing or not?

Pshaw, she should be kneeling down and kowtowing three times to me, the Taoist priest, as if she's still alive and breathing, and be eternally grateful.

Does she even have the right to be picky?

Just as Ji Zuodao was figuring out how to "collect the spoils of war," he suddenly heard a screeching sound of tires screeching against the ground coming from downstairs.

Before long, a series of hurried footsteps, clearly marked by anxiety, could be heard.

coming.

That grandson of a man surnamed Hou arrived in quite a hurry.

Are you in a hurry?

Daoist Master, I'm even more anxious than you!

I'm in a hurry to send you on your way!

In the stairwell, Hou Mi was rushing up the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator.

They didn't even notice that in the shadows at the corner of the stairs, several large black veins were silently hanging down.

Just as Hou Mi stepped onto the last step of the twelfth floor, before he even had a chance to catch his breath—

"Whoosh!"

Those eerie, massive tendons, like predatory pythons, suddenly sprang out of the shadows! They moved so fast that only a blur remained!

Before Hou Mi could even react, he felt a sudden tightening around his waist, legs, and neck, and an irresistible force came through!

"Holy shit—!"

Before he could even utter a horrified curse, he was wrapped up like a dumpling by those big tendons, and then, like a fish being pulled ashore, he was dragged through the air and slammed into the house!

"Boom!"

Hou Mi was thrown to the ground like a tattered sack, completely disoriented and seeing stars.

He struggled to get up, but the strange tendons on his body tightened more and more, making his bones creak and crack. His demonic power was completely locked, and he could not move.

"Who?! Who the hell ambushed me?!" Hou Mi shouted, both shocked and furious.

He was met with a solid, powerful slap.

“Pah!”

The crisp, clear sound echoed through the empty room.

Hou Mi's head snapped to one side from the slap, half his face swelled up visibly, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his head was buzzing.

He shook his dizzy head and tried to open his bloodshot eyes wide, only then did he see clearly that there was a young man standing in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting eyes, and a half-smile on his face.

Behind the man stood a dark mass of monsters, each with cold eyes and a chilling aura.

Especially those fox spirits, the way they looked at him was as if he were a rotting corpse.

"You...you are...from the Demon Management Department?!"

Hou Mi instantly recognized Ji Zuodao's 749 Bureau uniform, and his heart skipped a beat, but he still forced a smile, "You dare touch me?! I'm the deputy secretary-general of the Monster Protection Association! You…"

"Snapped!"

Another, even harder slap interrupted his nonsense.

Ji Zuodao shook his hand as if he had just swatted a noisy fly.

He had no intention of interrogating anyone.

At least not now.

Interrogation?

That happened later.

He's just venting his anger now.

The image of Wang Fugui, that simple-minded and pitiful fellow, lingered in his mind, and every time he thought of it, the anger in his heart grew stronger.

"Bang!"

Ji Zuodao raised his foot, and the heavy sole of his military boot slammed into Hou Mi's lower abdomen.

"Awooo—!"

Hou Mi let out a scream that sounded inhuman, curled up like a shrimp, his stomach churning, and he almost vomited up his dinner from the night before.

"Why...why did you hit me?!"

Hou Mi was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He was shocked, angry, and aggrieved. "What the hell have I done?! What right does your Demon Management Department have to arrest people like this?! Is there no law anymore?!"

"Ora ora ora ora..."

His response was a fierce storm; Ji Zuodao was beating him mercilessly.

He was truly dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, even if the Demon Management Department wanted to arrest him, there should be a reason and a procedure, right?

What the hell is the meaning of going all out right from the start?

Oh no! Could it be that that matter has been exposed?

Seeing that Ji Zuodao was tired of punching and was about to kick him, Hou Mi no longer cared about saving face or dignity, and screamed in a voice that had already gone awry:

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Boss! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

"That girl from the Zhao family! I really don't know where she is now!"

"I wasn't involved in the kidnapping at all! It was the president and vice president who did it. Don't hit me! I'm innocent!"

Ji Zuodao's kick stopped in mid-air.

The ferocity and murderous intent on his face froze for a moment.

and many more.

"The Zhao family's girl? Kidnapped?"

Why does this combination of words sound so strangely familiar?

Zhao family girl...

Zhao Lingling!

What the hell!

Has Zhao Lingling, this piece of Tang Sanzang flesh, been kidnapped again?!