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

Actually, using "similar" to describe it is not accurate.

Ji Zuodao was genuinely calculating how to devour these people alive.

This was not out of any sense of righteous indignation or any deep-seated hatred between them.

Ultimately, it all boils down to one word: poverty.

Ji Zuodao was so poor he was practically penniless, so poor he was about to have to pawn his pants.

Unlike those legitimate Qi cultivators who follow the proper methods and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Ji Zuodao is a heretical but illegitimate cultivator with a crooked lineage.

Besides regular breathing exercises, his path requires something more "practical" to support it—

For example, flesh and blood, bones, tendons, skin, and even the soul.

In the path of cultivation, resources, companions, methods, and land are all scarce.

Ji Zuodao had nothing but the evil magic taught to him by his master, so he could only make do with what he had on hand and find a way out from the "materials".

This is precisely the fundamental reason why he was so determined to get into Bureau 749.

Here, he can don the skin of an official, and under the guise of "performing official duties" and "punishing evil," he can openly and legitimately... carry out resource recycling and reuse.

After it's all over, the victim has to be grateful, and his colleagues might even praise him for "eliminating a scourge for the people."

How is this a case of double-crossing?

This is clearly a broad road to both fame and fortune, and sustainable development!

Isn't it beautiful?

Ji Zuodao suppressed the "ingredient list" in his heart, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping across the living room before finally settling on the corner of the wall.

A little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, was curled up there, hugging her knees, her body trembling slightly.

This is Zhao Lingling, the youngest daughter of the Zhao family.

Tsk, not locked in the inner room, just right under our noses, that's a bit of a hassle.

Ji Zuodao remained expressionless, casually strolling over to Zhao Lingling's side, following the woman's pace, and quickly sized her up.

Hmm, not bad, I didn't see any obvious injuries on his body.

The problem now is, how do we get this living person out while several kidnappers are watching?

Ji Zuodao's eyes darted around, and he gently nudged the dozing Dog Master at his feet.

Dog lazily opened his eyelids and gave him a very human-like glare.

Only then did he reluctantly stand up, saunter over to the two kidnappers who were munching on their boxed lunches, plop down, and seem to be contemplating the meaning of life.

A few seconds later, it swayed back and squatted down again at Ji Zuodao's feet, even wagging its tail innocently.

Soon, an indescribable, extremely penetrating stench began to permeate the enclosed living room.

"Holy crap! What the hell is that pungent smell?!"

"Ugh... Where did that poop come from?! Third Sister! Control your damn dog! It pooped right next to me! It stinks!"

The kidnapper who was near the source of the stench pinched his nose and jumped away, his face turning green.

Ji Zuodao immediately got into character, put his hands on his hips, and retorted with a fierce and shrewish tone:

"What's the big deal about taking a dump?! Have you never pooped in your life?! Your poop smells good, doesn't it?! Clean it up right now!"

As he cursed, he kept a close eye on the reactions of the people inside the room.

Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to that lump of "biological weapon," they either looked at it with disgust or laughed and cursed.

A barely perceptible sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

The timing is perfect!

Zhao Lingling was also startled by the sudden chaos and stench. She looked up and saw the twisted smile on the face of the "big sister" next to her. She was so frightened that she shrank back even further.

"Dog Master, hurry!"

Ji Zuodao gave Dog Master a wink.

Suddenly, Dog opened his mouth wide, the extent of which far exceeded what is normal!

Immediately afterwards, two small hands suddenly emerged from deep within Dog's throat, forcefully prying the dog's mouth to an astonishing angle!

In Zhao Lingling's terrified, wide-open pupils, a beautiful little girl who looked exactly like her crawled out of the dog's mouth!

Behind Doggo, a complete, limp black dog skin floated lightly to the ground.

This scene, which sent her sanity plummeting, made the real Zhao Lingling's face turn deathly pale, her chest heaving, and she was about to burst into a scream—

With lightning speed, Ji Zuodao grabbed the still-warm dog skin from the ground and, like a cloak, draped it over Zhao Lingling's body!

The moment the dog skin touched her body, it seemed to come alive, wrapping the little girl up perfectly.

With a slight flash of light, a large black dog appeared in Ji Zuodao's hand, its eyes looking a little dazed, its head tilted as if it were thinking, "Who am I? Where am I?"

The entire process was smooth and quick, taking no more than three seconds.

The moment the dog skin was put on, Wu Wen, who had been leaning against the window, suddenly felt a jolt, and a strong sense of foreboding gripped him.

He abruptly turned his head, his sharp gaze piercing the corner of the wall like that of a hawk—

Zhao Lingling remained quietly squatting in place, while Lao San bent down to pick up the large black dog, whose expression was still somewhat bewildered, and gently stroked its head.

Everything seemed... to be normal.

Aside from the lingering stench in the air.

Wu Wen frowned, unable to shake off the inexplicable feeling of palpitation.

"Third brother," Wu Wen's voice was low and scrutinizing, "You didn't encounter anything strange when you went out just now, did you?"

Ji Zuodao rolled his eyes impatiently, hugged the stiff "big black dog" in his arms even tighter, and shrieked:

"What could be wrong? I just went out to gather some information! Damn it, it's scorching hot outside, and I have to listen to your paranoia when I get back!"

"Instead of wasting time on this, we should think about how to get this girl into the hands of the buyer."

As he spoke, he secretly pinched the "big black dog" in his arms.

The big black dog winced in pain and instinctively whimpered, its voice weak and filled with grievance.

Another kidnapper, covering his nose, haphazardly cleaned up the filth on the ground with a newspaper, cursing under his breath:

"Big brother, forget about third sister, tell me what to do with this shit first? And this smell... ugh... can you get this damn dog away from here?"

Ji Zuodao immediately seized the opportunity, standing up while holding the "big black dog":

"Fine, fine, you think it stinks, huh? I'll take this treasure out with me so it won't get in the way of you gentlemen! Damn it, even dogs don't mind human poop, but people are disgusted by dog ​​poop, what kind of world is this?"

As she spoke, she picked up the "big black dog" and walked out.

"Bang!"

Ji Zuodao slammed the unit door shut with a loud thud, temporarily shutting out the noise and stench inside.

Inside the door, several people looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Damn, what's gotten into this slut today?"

"Who knows? That's just how she is. She feels uncomfortable if she doesn't do it a few times a month. You'll get used to it."

"Stop fucking talking! Open the window right now! This smell... all the food I just ate was wasted!"

……

The hallway outside the door was dimly lit and silent.

Ji Zuodao held the still slightly trembling "big black dog" in his arms, listening intently to the faint complaints coming from inside the door.

Once he confirmed that no one had followed him, the fierce expression on his face that belonged to "Third Sister" vanished as quickly as the tide receded.

Instead, there is an extreme, almost distorted tranquility.

His lips began to stretch upwards uncontrollably, the arc growing wider and wider.

The result is a smile that completely defies human logic and is so exaggerated it's chilling.

A suppressed, intermittent "clucking" sound escaped from his throat.

It sounded like bones rubbing together, or like a snicker from the depths of hell.

The hostages are safe.

So, the rest of the animals in the house... in his eyes, were no different from livestock waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

The last remaining concern disappeared.

Hunger, accompanied by the most primal desire for "nourishment," surges up from the depths of one's heart.

Today, we deserve a hearty meal.

He seemed to sense the desperate fear of his "prey" in his arms and looked down.

The young lady, whom he had disguised as a black dog, was curled up in a ball, trembling violently.

His inhuman, savage grin was reflected in those wet eyes.