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

Ji Zuodao's gaze, like a knife chilled to ice, slowly and inch by inch moved toward the northeast corner of the office, a corner that was always piled with expired documents and covered in dust.

There, the refraction of air seems slightly different.

The boundary between light and shadow blurred slightly.

An outline that was originally transparent, or rather, ignored by cognition, can no longer be perfectly hidden in his perception at this moment.

Its silhouette wasn't large, resembling a giant monkey, but its skin was an eerie bluish-gray, damp as if it had just been pulled from the water. Its limbs were long and thin, with sharp claws.

The most terrifying thing was that face—

There were no eyes, only two pitch-black holes.

A gaping mouth stretched to its ears, trembling slightly with extreme terror, revealing fine, sharp, lamprey-like ringed teeth.

"Wang Xiang".

Ji Zuodao licked the bloodstains that had slid down his lips; the sweet, metallic taste intensified the madness in his eyes.

"No wonder……"

"So, there's always been a rare species in the office that only eats memories."

He took a step forward.

A sticky, wispy, bloody footprint was left on the floor.

"Tell me about it."

Ji Zuodao tilted his head, and his neck bone made a "crack" sound. His face was full of smiles, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

"My dog..."

"Where did it go?"

The elephant trembled violently, letting out a sharp, distorted cry like that of a drowning person, and turned to run away.

But its movements froze.

Because countless black veins, like a living nightmare, had already silently filled every inch of space around it, blocking all paths.

Ji Zuodao's voice was like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell:

Did I let you leave?

The last vestiges of warmth in the office have completely vanished.

The fox spirits, who were just moments ago terrified when Ji Zuodao pierced their heads, now had their eyes bloodshot.

It's anger.

That overwhelming aura.

Su Xiaoxiao's charming face was now as taut as a block of ice, and her fingernails had somehow transformed into sharp fox claws, digging deeply into her palms and dripping a few drops of crimson blood.

Behind her, the group of usually delicate and coquettish little foxes were all bristling, baring their sharp teeth and growling softly, their bushy tails waving dangerously behind them.

Not just them.

The sparks that Ao Yan spewed from his nostrils had turned into small flames, and his crimson scales opened slightly, making a metallic "crackling" sound. His dragon might mixed with the scorching heat caused the office temperature to soar.

Although Ni Yu still maintained her human form, the swirling blue wind around her body had already acquired a sharp, piercing sound, and her phoenix eyes were as cold as stars.

Even the usually docile Xiong Meng arched his back, his muscles bulging, and a deep, thunderous roar came from his throat, his bear eyes glaring blood red.

Yuan Xiaotong, Jin Xiaoman...

Every single one of them exuded demonic energy and had ferocious faces. They were no longer the relaxed people who had been slacking off just moments before.

They're like a pack of ferocious beasts whose hideout has been raided and who's gone berserk!

Why?

As Ji Zuodao forcefully unearthed the illusion, the thin yet indestructible veil that had always shrouded their memories shattered with a tear.

Countless images, sounds, and feelings surged back like a tidal wave—

Yes, Dog Lord!

The big black dog in Ailao Mountain that always loves to lie on the bluestone and doze off, its snoring so loud it can scare away a whole flock of sparrows.

When we were kids in the Ailao Mountains, who didn't get carried around the mountains and fields by Dog Grandpa and have a blast?

After each mischievous act, wasn't it Doggy who would pick you up by the scruff of your neck, scolding you while secretly stuffing a piece of jerky into your mouth?

For these mischievous kids who were raised in the wild, Dog Master was like a father and a brother, the most reliable and also the most talkative old man in the den!

Now, this precious thing has been touched by someone?

"roar--!!!"

It's unclear who started it, but the suppressed anger erupted into a deafening roar.

Eighty streams of demonic energy, varying in strength but equally violent and ferocious, crashed into Wangxiang, who was tightly bound in a corner by black tendons, like a tangible raging torrent!

The demon was already terrified, and now, overwhelmed by the collective rage of demonic energy, it let out a sharp, mournful squeak, its slender claws futilely scratching at the black tendons wrapped around its body.

Ji Zuodao stood in the center of the demonic storm, his face still covered in blood and brain matter, making him look even more like a demon crawling out of hell.

His gaze swept over his subordinates, each with a ferocious face and an aura of demonic power. The fire in his heart burned even brighter, but strangely, a trace of icy calm seeped in as well.

No sooner had he chopped down the demon second-generation who had harmed his daughter and the "humanoid medicine" than someone else had turned their claws toward his old dog.

What's wrong?

Look at Ji Zuodao, the new official, his face says "easy to bully" over and over, doesn't it?

Okay, that's really good.

He licked his back teeth, tasting a strange flavor of rust mixed with brain matter, and grinned.

Step by step, they walked toward the trembling elephant.

Wherever it passed, the raging demonic energy automatically parted, as if subjects were making way for a tyrant.

He squatted down in front of Wangxiang, looking directly at the strange face that had no eyes, only two black holes.

Ji Zuodao spoke, his voice low, even a little soft, yet carrying a chilling tenderness, "Where did my dog ​​go?"

The moment he finished speaking, his throat moved slightly.

"Buzz—!!!"

An invisible and intangible sound wave, yet extremely sharp, exploded outwards from him like a million red-hot steel needles, and with perfect precision, it all blasted into Wang Xiang's wet head!

The ear-piercing sound was deafening!

A vicious thing specifically targeting spirits, souls, and consciousness!

"Squeak—Aaaaaah—!!!"

Wangxiang's entire body suddenly stiffened, like a shrimp thrown into a frying pan, letting out a shrill and miserable scream. The sound was so sharp and distorted that even the weaker demons around him couldn't help but cover their ears.

It began to writhe wildly, the black tendons wrapped around its body snapping and cracking.

Just as its agonizing screams reached their peak—

"Buzz..."

A soft, pure, and even somewhat compassionate golden light suddenly emerged from the top of its bald head.

The golden light spread rapidly, transforming into countless tiny, intricately written golden Sanskrit characters, each exuding a sacred and solemn aura!

These Sanskrit characters flowed and combined as if they were alive, eventually forming a complex and mysterious circular array of runes, firmly imprinted on Wangxiang's forehead, radiating an aura of stability, peace, and invulnerability to all laws.

"A Buddhist Dharma protector mantra?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Oh ho, is it the deluxe, premium version with extra ingredients? Specially designed to prevent mind control, bewitching, and soul-capturing techniques?"

He stretched out his finger, the tip still stained with his own blood and brains, and gently touched the golden rune.

The golden light of the runes rippled slightly, repelling his fingers and making him as steady as a rock.

"Tsk tsk, look at this craftsmanship, this material, this aura of Buddha's light..."

Ji Zuodao shook his head, as if appraising a treasure, "It's obviously the work of a high monk, a 'spiritual chastity belt' specially put on this watchdog."

He withdrew his hand, casually wiping it on his blood-stained uniform. The playfulness on his face slowly faded, leaving only a cold, amused expression.

"Your mental defenses are maxed out, aren't they?"

Ji Zuodao slowly stood up, moved his wrists, and his knuckles cracked.

He bent down, and with his left hand like an iron clamp, he suddenly grabbed Wangxiang's wet and cold forehead, his five fingers digging deep into the bluish-gray flesh, making its eyeballs seem about to pop out.

"Mental defense is maxed out, that's right. But what about physical defense?"

"Scientifically speaking, memory is stored in the cerebral cortex and in a place called the hippocampus."

"I can't break through your mental defenses..."

He tilted his head, revealing a brilliant yet cruel smile to Wangxiang's forehead, which was adorned with golden runes:

"Can't you fucking crack your skull?!"