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

Ji Zuodao stared at Hou Mi's face, which had been slapped into a pig's head and still had a foolish smile on it, and the more he looked at it, the more irritating it became.

I was originally planning to beat this bastard into submission, take some sexy private photos, and use that as leverage to kill him for life—

It's about making use of waste; there's nothing shameful about it.

But now?

Fuck it.

Ji Zuodao raised his hand and swung his arm in a wide arc—

"Smack!!!"

That slap was incredibly solid, the sound as crisp as a firecracker going off during Chinese New Year.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

It seems like they used a bit too much force.

Hou Mi's head spun around his neck three and a half times, then "snap"—

Fly away.

It rolled away a long way, its dazed expression unchanged.

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood gushing from its neck and splattering all over the ground.

The room fell silent instantly.

The fifty fox spirits blinked in unison, glancing at the still twitching corpse on the ground, and then at their own little path.

Xiong Meng scratched his big head and said in a muffled voice, "So...we're not going to investigate?"

"What a load of crap."

Ji Zuodao shook his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

"They've already vomited everything they needed to. Are you going to keep this stuff for the New Year?"

He took out his phone, swiped a couple of times, and dialed a number.

This matter will be reported to the relevant department.

After all, it was Zhao Lingling who was tied up—

That girl was practically Uncle Liu's goddaughter; he treasured her like the back of his hand.

The phone rang twice, then it connected.

"Hey, Uncle Liu."

Ji Zuodao held his phone between his ear and shoulder, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. "I just managed to pry open the mouth of a scumbag from the Monster Protection Association and get some information."

He took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

"Those bastards tied Zhao Lingling up. Shouldn't you send a team to verify this quickly..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Liu's voice exploded on the other end of the phone, urgent and flustered, like a firecracker:

"I know! The station has received the report! They're checking the surveillance footage now!"

"But you little rascal! Where's your Qiqi?! Where's your sister?!"

Ji Zuodao was taken aback: "Qiqi? She should be home doing her homework by now, right?"

"Do your damn homework!" Uncle Liu yelled, his voice cracking. "We checked the security footage and saw your little zombie heading west!"

"We checked the surveillance footage along the route—the direction she went was the same route the kidnapper last disappeared down!"

"That girl went to find Zhao Lingling!"

"..."

Ji Zuodao's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, froze in mid-air.

The red glow from the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Liu was still yelling things like "Quickly locate it," "Collaborative search," and "That little girl is too bold."

But Ji Zuodao could no longer hear clearly.

His ears were buzzing, as if ten thousand cicadas were chirping at the same time.

Qiqi...went to find Zhao Lingling?

Does she, a little zombie who's afraid of stepping on an ant, even know where Zhao Lingling is?

Does she know who the kidnapper is?

Did she know what she would encounter on this trip?

……

Ji Zuodao generally doesn't get worked up.

He's actually quite reasonable—if he can take action, he'll try not to make a fuss; if he can silence someone, he'll try not to leave any survivors. He's very decisive.

There are two things that will kill anyone who touches them.

First, touch his precious child.

Second, take action against his dog.

Third, take action against his daughter.

Now, not only has someone reached out with chopsticks to take his ginseng, but they've also dragged his little zombie girl into it.

"..."

Ji Zuodao slowly, very slowly, took the cigarette out of his mouth.

Then he smiled.

He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

That smile was both bright and sinister, causing all the surrounding monsters to take a half-step back in unison.

"Uncle Liu," he said into the phone, his voice so soft it almost floated, "you just said that the kidnappers last disappeared in... the west, right?"

"Yes! The western suburbs! Hurry up..."

"understood."

Ji Zuodao hung up the phone.

Then, he slowly raised his head.

There was no light in those eyes.

Dark and gloomy, like two bottomless ancient wells, with blood, ice, and a madness that wants to tear everything apart at the bottom.

"Walk."

He only said that one word.

Then, he turned around, took a step out of the corridor, and his figure disappeared from the spot in a flash.

When it reappeared, it was already a hundred meters away in the night sky.

A crimson pillar of spiritual energy shot into the sky from his body!

Immediately afterwards—

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Eighty streams of demonic energy, each a different color but equally ferocious and domineering, erupted like eighty red-hot irons, shooting straight into the night sky!

Crimson blood was in front, demonic energy behind.

Like a scarlet comet stretching across the night sky, trailing eighty fiery streaks, it headed towards the western suburbs—

It ran over.

Tonight, Jinghai will be sleepless.

Because someone has gone mad.

There's more than one madman.

Qiqi and Zhao Lingling, these two little girls, usually look like one is cute and the other is quiet, and together they don't even weigh two ounces.

But would you really dare to touch them?

Hey, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest!

Even Monkey Brother would offer you a cigarette and say "Brave".

Let's start with Qiqi.

Ji Zuodao's little zombie walks and speaks slowly, and even when it sees ants moving house, it has to squat down and watch for a long time.

But no matter what, he is the "bureau's darling" certified by the entire Bureau 749.

To put it another way, whenever Ji Zuodao goes out on business, those rough old men and fierce women in the bureau can almost fight over something as trivial as "who takes care of Qiqi today".

One said, "I took her to eat at the newly opened ice cream parlor," another exclaimed, "I bought her the latest doll," and even Chef Wang, who was in charge of flipping the wok in the cafeteria, had to secretly slip two extra braised lion's head meatballs into her lunchbox.

The whole company's daughter, the whole company's precious darling.

Let's talk about Zhao Lingling.

This is the only direct descendant of the Zhao family.

This is not finished.

She's a rare medicinal spirit, one in a thousand years, and has long been chosen by those old fogies in the Medicine Immortal Valley to be groomed as a saintess.

Those old fogies of Medicine Immortal Valley, who usually never leave their homes, would be surprised to hear that their Holy Maiden Seedling has been kidnapped.

Well, just you wait and see. Those old men will carry their alchemy furnaces to Jinghai overnight and scatter your ashes as fertilizer.

So, these two little devils got lost together—

This is a huge problem.

749 Bureau Headquarters, Director's Office.

Zhang Yucheng's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he pointed to the map of Jinghai on the wall:

"Surround Jinghai completely! Not even a fly will be able to get out!"

"Traffic police brigade, armed police detachment, special operations team, bring them all in! Highway entrances, national highways, provincial highways, train stations, airports, docks—all sealed off!"

"Cover the sky with drones! Send people to inspect the underground drainage pipes!"

"Tell those bastards, tonight, Jinghai is a no-go zone!"

At the command, the entire 749th Bureau swarmed out like a hornet's nest disturbed, howling and screaming.

The main hall of the Zhao family mansion.

The old master of the Zhao family held the Xuanhua axe, his face ashen.

Below stood a large group of more than thirty people, all of whom were Qi cultivators from the Zhao family who had just returned. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they exuded a murderous aura.

"try to find!"

The old man slammed his axe into the ground, and the blue brick cracked open with a "crack".

"Turn Jinghai upside down! Dig three feet into the ground!"

"If Lingling loses even a single hair..."

The old man's gaze swept over his children and grandchildren below, his voice icy cold:

"None of you should come back."

"yes!"

More than thirty people roared in unison, the sound almost lifting the roof off.

The next second, sword light, talisman light, and magic weapon light flashed wildly, and more than thirty figures darted out of the gate and disappeared into the night, rushing towards every corner of Jinghai like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

A spiritual message from Jinghai was sent to the forbidden area behind Medicine Immortal Valley.

The stone door of the cave, which had been tightly closed for years, was smashed open from the inside with a loud "bang".

An old man with a beard that reached his ankles and snow-white eyebrows walked out, wearing a faded Taoist robe, his face gloomy.

In his hand, he was also carrying a purple-gold alchemy furnace that was emitting blue smoke.

"Valley Master, what is this...?" The gatekeeper's legs went weak with fright.

"Kyokai."

The old man uttered two words, took a step, and was already a hundred meters away.

"Some blind fool has dared to meddle with my potential holy maiden."

"I'll go—and refine him."

Behind him, seven or eight elderly men, all with the same otherworldly air about them but now with somber expressions, silently followed.

Tonight, nobody will have an easy time.