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

Ji Zuodao has been very unhappy these days.

He, Ji Zuodao, is the head of the Demon Management Section of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai, a notorious evil star, a figure in the Qi Cultivator circle whose name alone can stop children from crying.

His hobby is raiding houses.

It's about stealing other people's gold coins.

He's always the one who takes advantage of others, never the other way around.

But recently, he feels like he's being treated like a sheep.

It's the kind of sheep whose wool has been almost completely plucked.

First is Ji Zhengdao.

This younger brother, who had been his sworn brother since childhood, was now free. As his older brother, he should, in principle, treat him to a good meal to celebrate.

Okay, then please go ahead.

He asked Ji Zhengdao what he wanted to eat.

Then this bastard stood in front of him, hands behind his back, cleared his throat, and then—

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pork, braised duck, soy sauce chicken, cured pork, preserved pork belly, dried meat, sausage, assorted cold dishes, smoked chicken belly, steamed eight-treasure pork, glutinous rice stuffed duck..."

Just like performing a crosstalk routine on stage, his pronunciation was clear and accurate, with perfect intonation, without a single stutter.

He spoke so fluently, so naturally, so seamlessly.

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

Well, how long have you been practicing this tongue twister? You must have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

Ji Zuodao quickly called a halt, warning that if he continued reporting, it would be dark by then.

"Alright, alright, I got it. I'll treat you to a meal since you're all flustered, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Zhengdao's eyes lit up immediately, and his smile was as radiant as a blooming chrysanthemum: "Alright! Thanks, brother!"

Looking at his appearance, Ji Zuodao felt an overwhelming sense of regret.

I should have known better than to ask.

Just take him to a roadside stall for skewers, the kind that costs 10 yuan for 30 skewers, that'll do the trick.

But the words have already been spoken, so we can't take them back, can we?

So he gritted his teeth and took Ji Zhengdao to the most expensive restaurant in Jinghai. He ordered a table full of dishes, and Ji Zhengdao ate until his mouth was greasy and he kept saying how delicious it was.

Ji Zuodao felt his heart bleed as he watched him eat like that.

This meal cost him almost half a month's salary.

I thought that was the end of it.

It's just a meal, I've already treated you, consider it a welcome dinner for my younger brother.

But little did he know that this was just the beginning.

The next morning, before dawn, Ji Zuodao was still dreaming in bed with Qiqi in his arms when he heard a series of knocks on the door.

The voice was urgent and forceful, carrying a stubbornness that said, "I won't leave until you open the door."

Ji Zuodao groggily got up, opened the door, and saw Ji Zhengdao standing at the door, dressed neatly, with a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning, brother!"

"morning……"

Ji Zuodao rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Why did you call me so early?"

"Time to eat breakfast!"

Ji Zhengli said matter-of-factly, "I want to eat Cantonese dim sum: shrimp dumplings, siu mai, chicken feet, rice noodle rolls, boat congee..."

He started reciting the menu again.

Ji Zuodao stood there, stunned, watching his enthusiastic expression, feeling his blood pressure steadily rising.

"Why don't you go eat it yourself?"

"It's no fun eating alone!"

Ji Zhengdao looked completely innocent. "Eating doesn't taste as good when you have someone with you. Brother, please come with me!"

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at Ji Zuodao's sleeve. His gesture and expression were exactly like a younger brother acting spoiled towards his older brother.

Seeing his appearance, Ji Zuodao opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Alright... let's go."

So he took Qiqi and Ji Zhengdao to have a Cantonese dim sum meal.

Ji Zhengdao came again at noon.

"Brother, I want Sichuan food for lunch: boiled fish, spicy blood curd, sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, Mapo tofu..."

He came again that evening.

He's here again for a late-night snack.

Four meals a day, each one different.

This happens every single day.

In just over half a month, Ji Zuodao, a section-level cadre, had already lost all his salary.

When Ji Zuodao looked at the bill at the end of the month, he felt his heart clench.

He sat in his office, staring at the long bill, and remained silent for a while before looking up at Ji Zhengdao, who was sitting opposite him, happily sipping his milk tea.

I said…

He spoke, his voice trembling slightly, "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Ji Zhengdao looked up, blinked, and said innocently, "No, brother, how could you think that about me?"

"Then why do you ask me to have dinner with you every day?"

"Because I'm new here, I'm not familiar with the outside world yet, so I need you to show me around, brother."

Ji Zhengdao spoke with such confidence and self-assurance.

"Besides, eating alone is really boring. Bro, can you bear to see me sitting all alone in the restaurant, facing a table full of food, with no one to talk to?"

As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his head, making a pitiful appearance.

That acting is so good, it would be a shame if it didn't win an Oscar.

Ji Zuodao was furious at his appearance, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Damn it, where did they learn this over-the-top tea-flavoring from?

Actually, Ji Zhengdao does receive a salary.

As the first unusual case to establish a cooperative relationship with the Han Dynasty, the Han Dynasty treated them very generously.

There's no way around it, she's just too obedient.

They do whatever they're told, cooperate perfectly, and never cause trouble or sabotage.

The technical department staff obtained a great deal of research data from him, and their hands were sore from writing papers.

According to the technical staff, "It's bizarre. We don't even need to nudge him; he just rolls over and changes his position so we can study him. This level of cooperation is a godsend for us researchers!"

Therefore, the treatment he received from the big man was quite good.

High salary, good benefits, and various subsidies.

He earned far more money in the realm of the supernatural than Ji Zuodao did outside, committing murder, arson, and exterminating families.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be short of money.

The problem is, he can't save money.

The Epang Palace in his bizarre realm was built with his own money.

He also funded the construction of the Great Wall himself.

There are also pavilions, towers, palaces, temples, artificial hills and streams, and exotic flowers and plants...

It's all money.

Although he has inner demons that make him work like a beast of burden without paying labor costs, building materials still cost money!

Those precious Phoebe zhennan wood, white marble, glazed tiles, and blue bricks... none of them are free.

Therefore, although Ji Zhengdao had a considerable income, his expenses were even greater.

His pockets were cleaner than his face.

So he felt perfectly justified in taking advantage of his brother.

And here I am, causing trouble again today.

"Brother—can I tell you something?"

"explain."

"Um... I'd like to go for a walk."

"Walk around? Where to?"

"Nowhere in particular, just looking around."

Ji Zhengdao's voice carried a deliberate understatement.

"As you know, I grew up in your spiritual realm as a demon, and later I stayed in the strange realm, so I never had a chance to see the outside world."

"Now that I'm finally free, I want to travel around, see the beautiful landscapes of our motherland, and experience the warmth and life of the world."

He spoke with such sincerity and deep emotion that it was truly moving.

When she got emotional, she even lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, as if she were wiping away tears.