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

"My life is so miserable—!"

Zhu Cheng sat on the ground, slapping his thigh, crying his heart out.

"I was forced to learn this and that since I was a child, and now I'm supposed to revive the Ming Dynasty. I finally managed to create a secret realm, and you swallowed it up! My men have followed me for so many years, and now they can't even afford to eat! I've let them down!"

His cries echoed through the office and carried through the door into the hallway.

Ji Zuodao was completely stunned.

He stared dumbfounded at Zhu Cheng, who was rolling around on the ground throwing a tantrum, with only one thought in his mind:

Is this really the same Zhu Cheng who stood under the old locust tree, so elegant and refined?

"You...you get up first." Ji Zuodao tried to pull him up.

"I won't get up! If you don't give me an explanation today, I won't get up! I'll sit here and cry! I'll cry until dark! I'll cry until dawn! I'll cry until you agree!"

"you……"

Looking at Zhu Cheng's appearance, Ji Zuodao felt his temples throbbing.

He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm, to be polite, and not to stoop to the level of this bastard.

But Zhu Cheng's cries grew louder, more mournful, and more chilling.

"I have failed the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty! I have failed the brothers who risked their lives with me! I am a sinner!"

In the corridor, some colleagues had already started peeking and looking this way.

Ji Zuodao felt his blood pressure rising at a visible rate.

He gritted his teeth, squatted down, lowered his voice, and said in an almost threatening tone, "If you don't get up, I'll have someone throw you out."

"Go ahead and throw it!"

Zhu Cheng wiped away his tears and stared at Ji Zuodao with his neck stiff.

"If you dump me, I'll go cry at the bureau chief's door! I'll cry at the headquarters' door! I'll cry to the media!!"

"You fucking!"

Damn it, when did this bastard become so shameless?

Zhu Cheng in the past was a very particular person.

His speech and actions exuded an air of royalty.

Even when they're plotting against you, they're all smiles and gentle manners, making you feel like you're basking in a spring breeze while you unknowingly fall into their trap.

But now?

Sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum, crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide—what's the difference between that and a street thug?

Looking at him like this, Ji Zuodao thought, "Damn it, could it be that he was pushed into the sea of ​​blood for too long that day and damaged his brain?"

Actually, Zhu Cheng had figured it out too.

He used to put on airs because he felt that as a descendant of the Ming Dynasty imperial family, he should have the demeanor and style of royalty.

We cannot embarrass the Zhu family; we cannot allow ourselves to become a laughingstock.

But now?

The Ming Dynasty is gone, the secret realm is gone, the dragon energy is gone, what face does he still have?

Can you eat your face?

Can his face provide a place for those subordinates who have worked for him for so many years?

No.

Then he'd be shameless.

Ji Zuodao felt incredibly frustrated looking at his nonchalant attitude.

Damn, so he's a section chief now, ah, someone with status.

In the past, when he was still a heretical cultivator, if he encountered this situation, he would have simply grabbed a rope and hanged himself along with Zhu Cheng.

Come on, let's see who can outlast whom, and whoever dies first is the grandson!

Who isn't a tough nut to crack?

But that's not possible now.

He's a section chief now, so he needs to be mindful of his image and not become a laughingstock.

but!

We can't let people manipulate us at will.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

Zhu Cheng was silent for a few seconds, then he said, "In that case, I have no choice but to solve the problem in my own way."

"Oh? What other ideas do you have?"

Zhu Cheng did not answer.

He simply smiled slightly, a smile carrying a sense of mystery that said, "You'll find out soon enough."

Then, he turned around and strode out of the office.

As Ji Zuodao watched his figure disappear through the doorway, a sudden sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

What kind of trouble is this bastard up to now?

As it turned out, his hunch was correct.

A few days later, Ji Zuodao discovered that Zhu Cheng, that bastard, actually had a way.

He didn't directly take back the antiques from Ji Zuodao, but instead took a roundabout approach—

They traded items from a group of fox spirits led by Su Xiaoxiao for some antiques.

As for what he used to exchange for it, Ji Zuodao asked several times, but Su Xiaoxiao and the others refused to say.

Every time he asked, the vixens would exchange glances, then laugh and say, "That's a girl's secret," before running off, leaving a bewildered Ji Zuodao standing there.

He only vaguely knew that it looked like a book.

Since then, Su Xiaoxiao and her friends have become exceptionally studious.

He carries a book with him wherever he goes, reading it with great interest, even while eating.

Sometimes, while watching, I would let out some strange laughter, a laughter that carried a sense of satisfaction of "I understand" and a sense of sudden realization of "So that's how it is."

Ji Zuodao tried several times to go over and see what they were looking at, but every time he got close, the fox spirits would slam the book shut and hide behind their backs.

Then she looked at him warily: "Little secret, a girl's secret, you can't see it!"

Ji Zuodao was rebuffed and had no choice but to walk away dejectedly.

Later, he became so curious that he asked Li Shuwen to help him find out.

Li Shuwen was lucky; once, when the fox spirits weren't paying attention, he managed to sneak a peek.

Then, he wore a deeply shocked expression, as if his soul had been ripped out, and walked away dejectedly.

Ji Zuodao also heard the guy muttering to himself, "One is never too old to learn... one is never too old to learn... I still have a long way to go..."

They ignored Ji Zuodao, having heard that he went into seclusion after returning home.

Ji Zuodao was becoming more and more curious.

What kind of book could make a group of fox spirits so studious? And what could make Li Shuwen show that "I lost" expression?

Then, he discovered something even stranger:

After those fox spirits finished reading those books, the way they looked at him changed.

That look in his eyes, how should I put it, was like the way an empress would look at him when she was having a good time.

It carries a desire that says, "I want to devour you."

It also carries a possessive feeling of "I want to crush you and stuff you into my pocket".

There's also a sense of certainty that "you can't escape."

Every time Ji Zuodao was looked at with those eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He began to suspect what kind of books that bastard Zhu Cheng had given to those vixens.

Damn it, I have a feeling that bastard dug a hole for him.

And it's a huge pit.