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

When Ji Zuodao was dragged to the door of cell 749 by Su Xiaoxiao, good heavens, the scene was so grand that if you didn't know better, you would think it was a temple fair.

Outside the prison cell, there were layers upon layers of security, so tight that not a needle could be inserted and water could be splashed through.

The crowd was so large and dense that it was even more bustling than the Tianqiao performance venue.

A group of investigators crowded there, craning their necks to peer inside.

The chattering and murmuring rose and fell, like a pot of boiling soy milk, bubbling and gurgling.

Ji Zuodao struggled with all his might to squeeze in; it was incredibly difficult, like squeezing onto Line 1 during rush hour.

Elbows, shoulders, knees—he got hit everywhere. He even shouted "Excuse me, excuse me!" at least twenty times. His throat was practically burning.

After finally squeezing his way to the front row, he took a closer look—

Well! Inside the cell, a "pig" bound hand and foot was squatting in the corner.

The man was bound so tightly that the hemp rope was wrapped from his shoulders to his ankles, in neat rows and rows, like a rice dumpling for the Dragon Boat Festival.

The technique and the knotting method were clearly the work of an expert. You could never achieve this effect without ten or eight years of experience in tying people up.

Especially the knot, which is tied so skillfully and securely that it won't hurt your skin or make you unable to break free even an inch.

Hey, this is typical Li Shuwen-style bondage aesthetics, all about being steady, accurate, and ruthless, with a touch of eroticism.

Sometimes Ji Zuodao admired Li Shuwen; even the way he tied up the New Year's pig could create such an unconventional feeling.

Ji Zuodao looked at the knot and nodded to himself: I should ask Li Shuwen to teach me this trick someday. If my big tendon could learn this technique, tsk tsk, that would be wonderful.

Over here, the chatter of the 749 investigators watching flowed out like water released from a dam:

"See that? He looks just like our Section Chief Ji! The only difference is the hairstyle. Section Chief Ji has short hair, while this guy has medium-length hair with some natural curls, like an artsy young man."

"They're not just similar, they're practically identical!"

"Don't block my way, don't block my way! Let me take a picture! A Taoist priest bound hand and foot is a once-in-a-century sight! Wow, that technique is amazing! Who tied him up?"

"Li Shuwen! He's the only one around here with such a flamboyant technique."

"This guy is incredibly audacious! He dares to impersonate our Taoist master; isn't he afraid of being summoned for tea by the King of Hell?"

"That's right! Hurry, take a few more looks, or you'll miss them when you die. These days, there aren't many people who dare to mess with the big boss, so we should cherish them."

"Right, right, right! Su Xiaoxiao just went to call the Taoist priest, who knows, we might get to see the execution by slow slicing today!"

"Sigh, slow slicing is so boring. I saw it when I watched the live stream before. I'd much rather see Daoist Master skin a person alive. I've never actually seen that before! I've heard that Daoist Master's skinning technique is incredibly swift, and the person can live for three days afterward. I wonder if that's true or not."

"Not bad. It's not easy to catch someone who dares to impersonate a Taoist master. Shouldn't we take a good look at the Taoist master's skills? This is a live teaching session. If we miss this opportunity, we won't have another one."

"You're right, then I'll quickly take out my sunflower seeds and get ready to watch the show."

Ji Zuodao's face turned green as he listened to the bastards' discussion.

These bastards, are they hoping he'll kill and commit arson?

He's a state employee now, a section-level cadre. How could he possibly perform a live dissection in front of so many people?

That's so unprofessional.

At least a curtain should be drawn.

He glanced at the crowd and discovered that there were not only investigators, but also quite a few monsters mixed in.

Especially that group of vixens, not one of them was missing, but they all came.

Everyone was holding up their phones, the flashes going off non-stop; their enthusiasm for taking pictures was even greater than that of fan site admins.

Some of the vixens even brought selfie sticks, set them up there to record videos, and shouted, "Over here, over here, let's get a close-up!"

A fox spirit wiped her drool while patting herself, muttering to herself:

"Oh my god, great picture! It just doesn't have that wicked charm of Xiaodaodao... But it's okay, I'll edit it a bit when I get back, and it'll be a perfect picture of Xiaodaodao being humiliated! I have the material for tonight, I have the material!"

Another fox spirit chimed in:

"Yes, yes, that's brilliant! I've already come up with a title: 'Section Chief Ji's Misfortune'!"

"Hey, yours is too plain. My title is much more sensational: 'The Flower of 749 is Tragically Bound, and the Mastermind is...'"

"Yours won't work either, mine is perfect: 'The Secret of the Demon Management Section Chief: The Days I Was Kidnapped!'"

"Your stuff is all too ordinary. Look at mine, 'The Humiliation of Hidden Tricks: A Guide to Rope Bondage Appreciation and Practice'!"

"Holy crap, this is awesome! Share it in the group chat!"

As Ji Zuodao listened to the conversation of these fox spirits, he felt his blood pressure steadily rising and his temples throbbing.

He discovered that these fox spirits had become increasingly unruly since they came down from the mountain.

They were so easy to fool back in the mountains—no, I mean, so innocent.

And now? Their minds are probably overflowing with ideas, each one more knowledgeable than the last, each one more adept at having fun than the last.

In the past, fooling these vixens was effortless; it was just a matter of saying a few words.

That won't work now. Damn it, you can't get them to do anything without selling your body.

Kissing and hugging won't fool these old ladies anymore.

Can you believe it? Once, a fox spirit with the softest and most adorable personality, who usually speaks in a soft voice, came over with a hemp rope and tried to tie him up, in the kind of turtle shell binding.

Ji Zuodao was completely dumbfounded.

He asked the fox spirit, "Where did you learn this skill?"

The fox spirit blinked her big eyes and said innocently, "I read it in a book."

"What book?"

"The one that the guy surnamed Zhu gave me."

"What's the name of that book?"

"I don't remember much, but there were lots of pictures inside, and they were drawn really beautifully."

Ji Zuodao immediately wanted to capture Zhu Cheng and strangle him to death.

What kind of lousy books did that bastard show those vixens?

They turned a group of innocent little foxes into seasoned veterans.

Isn't it enough that there's already one Li Shuwen causing trouble?

What's going on here?

at the same time--

What's going on here?

Wang Bing squatted in the corner of the cell, feeling his worldview crumbling bit by bit.

At first, he wasn't actually that scared.

Why? Because I have connections in higher places.

He, Wang Bing, is the eldest grandson of the Wang family, a prestigious name in Shanghai's Wang family. His grandparents were also prominent figures in the cultivation world, and had connections with several high-ranking officials of the 749 Bureau.

In addition, he did not cause any serious consequences.

All they did was overturn a stall and beat someone up.

At most, it's just a matter of paying a bigger fine.

Pay some money, apologize, and the matter will be over.

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

Why are so many people here to see him?

They didn't investigate or ask questions; they just watched.

A group of people stood outside the cell, pointing and whispering, their eyes filled with curiosity and wonder, just like when they looked at monkeys in a zoo.