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

"What happened again? Did someone's husky suddenly start talking, or did someone's cat turn into a catgirl?"

Ji Zuodao stretched, and his bones crackled and popped like popping beans.

The sound, which came from the cervical spine all the way to the coccyx, was so soothing to hear, like a massage therapist setting bones.

Ever since he led his men to take down and raid the Monster Protection Association, that cancerous tumor, the Monster Management Department has been idle, as if it's on summer vacation.

Occasionally, something goes wrong, but it's always something trivial.

The problem is that it's not enough to fill a tooth gap; it's not oily at all.

The incident a few days ago was a bit more serious—

A female cat in heat suddenly turned into a human, grabbing her owner and showering her with kisses, nibbles, and bites, scaring the owner so much that she screamed louder than a pig being slaughtered.

The owner was unlucky. He had raised the cat for three years and cuddled it every night to sleep. But when the cat turned into a human, the first thing it did was to push him onto the sofa and kiss him all over his face.

The scene was... wow, it was simply unbearable to watch.

In the end, the heroic investigator 749 descended from the sky, gave the cat demon a sound beating, and locked it up for hooliganism.

The cat owner, looking miserable, sat on the sofa, covering his face, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

His expression, how should I put it, was like someone who had won five million in the lottery but whose ticket had been blown away by the wind.

It's like I didn't win, but it's also like I did.

It's very complicated.

This case has been considered a major case in the past few months.

That's true. There are so many demon kings in the Demon Protection Association, yet they were all wiped out by the Demon Management Section. The storm hasn't died down yet, so who would dare to defy the wind and commit a crime?

Isn't that like an old man hanging himself—wanting to die?

"Oh no, that's not it!"

Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand, a mischievous glint in her foxy eyes, and moved closer, so close that Ji Zuodao could smell her faint fragrance.

"It's Li Shuwen! Li Shuwen was off work today and went to do business at the Qi Practitioner Market, but his stall was overturned!"

"That guy tried to beat up Li Shuwen, but Li Shuwen pinned him to the ground and beat him up. Now Li Shuwen has brought that guy back."

"Although he is still on vacation, Li Shuwen is still an investigator of 749. Assaulting an investigator of 749 is a crime that has really messed up the person's mind."

As she spoke, she stretched out her slender fingers and carefully straightened Ji Zuodao's collar, smoothing out the wrinkles.

The movements were so natural and practiced, just like a wife serving her husbands as they leave the house.

"Huh? Li Shuwen's stall got overturned?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"What kind of lewd pictures has this kid drawn now? Don't tell me he drew those gods again?"

As he spoke, he slapped away Su Xiaoxiao's increasingly unruly hand, which was almost touching his belly button.

Su Xiaoxiao wasn't annoyed. She stuck out her tongue, withdrew her hand, put it behind her back, and looked at him with a grin, looking like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

Ji Zuodao was not at all surprised that someone was going to overturn Li Shuwen's business and even beat him up.

That bastard is incredibly audacious, utterly audacious.

There's no one he wouldn't dare to paint: Seventh Master, Eighth Master, Yang Erlang and the Heavenly Dog, Bodhisattva Mazu.

Last week, he painted a picture of Guanyin Bodhisattva in a swimsuit and secretly sold it in the Qi practitioners' market. As a result, he was discovered by people from the Buddhist community and chased him for eighteen blocks.

He finally escaped by hiding in the Demon Management Department.

On another occasion, he painted a picture of Guan Yu in a drunken state, depicting Guan Yu as red-faced and swollen-necked while doing his business.

When the descendants of the Guan family found out, they almost came to their door with the real Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

This kid is now at the Dharma Aspect Realm, so he can be considered a minor expert.

Otherwise, Ji Zuodao was afraid that he would be walking on the road, being stuffed in a sack, beaten up, and thrown into Myanmar to have his kidneys cut off.

Or someone might tie stones to them and throw them into the sea to create a nest.

With just his pen and his pile of notebooks, the number of people he offended could circle Jinghai three times.

"What a ghost!"

Ji Zuodao shook his head, looking sentimental, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"How did this thing manage to condense the image of the God of Literature in the Spirit Palace? Or rather, why did the God of Literature take a liking to this thing? The rites and music have collapsed, a disgrace to the Way of Literature! Is the God of Literature getting old and blind, or did he drink too much that day and not see clearly? Let me tell you, don't buy those frivolous things."

No, that's not it!

Su Xiaoxiao stomped her foot.

"This time they're selling something real! 'The Record of the Imperial Harem of the Ming Dynasty by Ji Zuodao'! The movements are rich and lifelike, every detail is meticulously depicted—a truly excellent book!"

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao became somewhat excited, and a suspicious blush appeared on her face.

Those fox-like eyes still gleamed with a "I've seen it, it's really good" light, like a little girl who had secretly read a forbidden book, both excited and guilty.

A question mark slowly appeared above Ji Zuodao's head.

The question mark was big and round, hanging there, sparkling.

"No, you call this something legitimate?"

"Putting everything else aside, just your description—so vivid, so lifelike, so detailed—it doesn't sound like something serious. This is a book of adjectives? Who are you trying to fool?"

"Well, it's just something legitimate anyway!"

Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand, giving her a "you don't understand" look.

Don't give me that!

Ji Zuodao cursed irritably, then suddenly realized what he meant, his eyes widening like copper bells:

"Wait, what did you just say? 'The Record of the Imperial Harem of the Ming Dynasty by Ji Zuodao'?"

He pointed to his nose, his voice rising an octave, almost shaking the dust off the ceiling:

"That bastard Li Shuwen is using my image to create lewd pictures again? No, wait, what about the revenue sharing? How much do I actually get?"

He was just thinking about how to discuss the profit-sharing with Li Shuwen when Su Xiaoxiao grabbed his hand and ran towards the prison cell.

"Anyway, go and see for yourself. The guy Li Shuwen brought back is really interesting."

The force was extraordinary; Ji Zuodao was pulled so hard he almost lost his balance, and his shoes scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

"Don't pull me away! Attacking Investigator 749 was just a hothead, what's so interesting about it?"

As Su Xiaoxiao ran, she turned back and smiled at him, a smile that carried a hint of mystery and mischief, as if she were hiding some secret.

"Oh dear, you didn't see that, little rascal. That person looks just like you, but he doesn't have your charisma."

"Hmm? Like me?"

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment, then became interested.

Interesting. Who is this guy who plays the role of a masked character? How dare he use his face?

He wanted to see which fool dared to provoke him.

How dare he use Ji Zuodao's face to swindle and deceive people?

Are you tired of living?

He quickened his pace, following behind Su Xiaoxiao towards the prison cell, already pondering whether to skin the man alive or dismember him when he saw him.