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

Ji Zuodao stood up, bit the nearly finished lollipop in his mouth, and made a "crunch crunch" sound.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at the body on the ground.

More than a dozen large black tendrils, like living tentacles, burst forth from his palm!

Those tendons, as thin as hair yet incredibly tough, traced black arcs through the air with a whooshing sound, precisely piercing Li Si's body—

It pierced his heart, liver, lungs, and kidneys, and penetrated his major blood vessels and meridians.

Li Si's body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted, and he began to convulse.

Those large black veins began to writhe, like countless tiny straws, frantically drawing out the toxins from his body.

Wisps of black mist seeped out from where the large tendons were embedded, were absorbed into the tendons, flowed upstream along the meridians, and finally gathered in Ji Zuodao's palm.

A faint black line appeared on the skin of his palm, then quickly faded away, returning to normal.

After about ten seconds, the last bit of toxin in Li Si's body was completely drained.

Ji Zuodao retracted the large black tendons, shook his hands as if shaking off something dirty.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked Li Si's shoulder with the tip of his shoe.

"Hey, stop pretending. I've drained all the poison from you, get up."

Li Si did not react.

Ji Zuodao kicked again, this time with more force, making Li Si roll over.

Li Si's eyelids twitched.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were still dazed, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

He looked around and saw the monsters surrounding him, and Ji Zuodao standing in front of him. Memories flooded back into his mind like a tide.

He took poison.

he died.

He came back to life.

Li Si's face instantly turned even more ashen than a dead man's.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat as dry as a desert, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ji Zuodao looked down at him with a smile that made you want to punch him.

"Awake? That's good."

He straightened up, dusted off his hands, and gave instructions to the impatient monsters beside him:

"Keep smoking."

He paused, then added:

"Oh, right, before you smoke him, pull out all his teeth, one by one. Pull them out by the root, don't leave a single one."

"To prevent him from hiding some strange or weird stuff in his mouth and putting on another 'suicide by poison' act."

After Ji Zuodao finished speaking, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and strolled out of the alley.

Behind them came Li Si's heart-wrenching screams and the excited cheers of the monsters.

Dog King followed at his feet, flicked his tail, and lazily spoke:

"You little bastard, you're getting increasingly ruthless."

Ji Zuodao didn't turn his head, he just smiled:

"Black? This is nothing."

"The best is yet to come."

The alley was bustling with activity.

The whip cracked loudly, like firecrackers during Chinese New Year, one after another, as dense as raindrops.

Later on, the whip started smoking—no exaggeration, it really was smoking.

The pain made Li Si curl up like a shrimp, making "hoarse" gasping sounds, like an old bellows that had a leak.

But he just wouldn't say a word.

He didn't say a word.

Actually, no one asked him anything.

The monsters just kept fighting, fighting with all their might, taking turns in the fray like a relay race.

When one gets tired of smoking, they switch to another; when that gets tired, they switch to the next one. They work together seamlessly and in an orderly manner.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were having some kind of team-building activity.

Li Si was beaten until his skin was torn and his flesh was ripped open; there wasn't a single good piece of flesh on his body, and he was covered in blood.

He looked like a tattered rag doll pulled from a pool of blood. But he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single word.

In fact, he knew nothing.

Li Si, to put it bluntly, is just a gofer.

He keeps an eye on whoever his superiors tell him to keep an eye on, and he memorizes whatever they tell him to memorize.

He had never seen the Lord's true face, and did not know whether the Lord was male or female, human or demon, where he lived, or what his name was.

He only believes in one thing—

If he dies here today, his family will receive the best possible care.

His wife and parents will receive a pension that will last them a lifetime.

His son and daughter can attend the best schools and receive the best education.

He hopes to get into a good university, find a good job, and live a life he could never have in his lifetime.

This was a promise made by the Lord himself on the day he entered the profession.

He believes.

Because he had seen how other colleagues were treated after they had accidents.

The families of those people did receive the money and are indeed living a good life, not a penny less, not a day less.

Putting aside everything else, His Lord is impeccable in keeping His word.

So Li Si gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and persevered.

He is not afraid of death.

From the day he entered the industry, he was prepared to die.

At the alley entrance, Ji Zuodao leaned against the wall, his mouth now filled with a different lollipop, this time orange-flavored, sweet and sour, which he quite liked.

Dog was squatting at his feet, eyes closed, ears twitching slightly.

After a long while, Dog opened his eyes and shook his head:

"That guy doesn't know anything."

"Oh?"

"He has always maintained a one-way communication."

The old dog scratched his ear with his paw and said slowly:

"Information is transmitted through a one-time-use ritual implement; once used, it is destroyed, leaving not even a trace."

"Every now and then, he would find new communication devices in different places—under drawers, inside mailboxes, in the cracks of park benches, in public toilet tanks…"

"He has never met the online leader, never received any information other than instructions, and does not know the leader's name, appearance, identity, or even whether the leader is male or female."

"He was just a pawn, a blindfolded pawn, only knowing to move forward and nothing else."

After listening, Ji Zuodao didn't say anything, but simply moved the lollipop from the left corner of his mouth to the right corner, making a "crunch crunch" chewing sound.

After a while, he smiled.

That smile, how should I put it, carried a hint of mockery, a hint of amusement, and a hint of "I've fucking seen something amazing."

"Wow, they really are trained like assassins and secret agents."

"In modern society, there aren't many people who can pull this off. Awesome, truly awesome."

His words sounded like a compliment, but his tone and expression clearly indicated he was being sarcastic.

What era are we living in? Still keeping assassins? Keeping secret agents?

We are now in the era of the Internet and the era of big data.

Everywhere in Jinghai, there are surveillance cameras: hanging on streetlights, tied to utility poles, installed in front of shops, and even next to the garbage cans in residential areas.

When you walk down the street, you will be captured by at least three cameras every five minutes on average.

Your face, your clothes, your walking posture, and what you are carrying are all recorded clearly and without the slightest error.

This doesn't even include cell phone base station positioning, facial recognition systems, automatic license plate recognition systems...

You think you've hidden it well?

Do you think you've done it perfectly?

Forget it.

In the face of modern technology, any tiny flaw will be magnified infinitely, like a snowball rolling downhill, growing bigger and bigger until it becomes a mountain that you can't hide at all.

Pulling out the radish brings out the mud along with it.

One clue leads to another; by following the trail, you'll eventually find your way back to your hometown.

Don't think that you can kill someone and destroy the evidence like in ancient times and then it's all over.

The death of one person now constitutes a major case, a serious case, a case that shakes the world.

When it comes to investigating cases, the police are no less capable than 749.

The more flaws are revealed, the more clues will be uncovered, and the deeper the investigation will delve.

You think you can hide it? You can't.

Ji Zuodao bit the lollipop into pieces, swallowed it along with the crumbs, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, you'll really kill him."

The sound of firecrackers in the alley stopped.

The monsters stopped, panting, their faces still showing expressions of unsatisfaction; they clearly hadn't had enough of fighting.

Li Si lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood, unrecognizable as a human being.

But he was still alive; his chest was still rising and falling, and although his breathing was weak, at least he was still breathing.

Ji Zuodao walked over, squatted down, and looked at Li Si's face, which had been beaten into a pig's head:

"What are you after?"

"You don't even know who your master is, yet you're working for him. When you die, your wife and children will take the money, some will remarry, some will change their surnames. In a few years, who will even remember who you were?"

Li Si didn't speak, nor could he utter a word.

His lips were split open, his teeth were pulled out, and his mouth was full of blood and foam, from which he could only make "hoarse" sounds.

Ji Zuodao stood up, dusted off his knees, and turned to walk out.

"Send him to Bureau 749, hand him over to the medical team, healed, then locked him up. He might come in handy later."

He walked out of the alley, the sunlight shining on him, warm and comforting.

He squinted and looked at the sky above.

It was a deep, clear blue sky, without a single cloud.

Want to stay behind the scenes?

hey-hey……

When Zhao Lingling was captured by the Monster Protection Association, Qi Qi found her by sheer luck.

He, Ji Zuodao, was found through the red thread.

How did Zhang Yucheng and his team find them?

The answer is simple.

The star Venus in the sky above Jinghai never dimmed.

It's been running continuously.

……

Brothers, good news! My book is getting a live narration session! I listened to it, and it was pretty good.