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

Besides the video of the live-streamed execution by slow slicing, there are two other videos.

There are three sections in total.

One segment is surveillance video showing Ji Zuodao leading Gouye and Qiqi into the Hehuan Sect's stronghold.

The image quality isn't very clear, with the graininess typical of surveillance footage.

The camera was fixed at a corner at the end of the corridor, offering a wide field of view that captured almost the entire hall.

In the surveillance footage, the gate of the Hehuan Sect's stronghold was smashed open with a loud bang, sending wood chips flying and filling the air with dust.

A large black dog charged in first, moving as fast as a black lightning bolt, darting left and right through the crowd, causing people and horses to fall and screams to rise and fall wherever it went.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a black trench coat walked in, his pace unhurried, as if he were strolling through his own backyard.

He was holding a little girl in his arms. The little girl looked to be about five or six years old, with big, bright eyes that were quite cute.

The two people and the dog worked together seamlessly: the big black dog was in charge of chasing people away, the little girl was in charge of sealing the door, and the young man was in charge of killing people.

The scene, how to put it, was a mix of warmth and eeriness, harmony and bloodshed.

Zhao Ya knew what the plot would be like after watching just the beginning.

Goodness, my son is an all-rounder.

He was proficient in everything from pulling out tendons, peeling skin, deboning, and slicing meat; his skills were truly exceptional.

His technique and knife skills were even more adept than those of a seasoned butcher who had been chopping meat at the market for thirty years.

With one cut, tendons are tendons, bones are bones, skin is skin, and flesh is flesh, clearly distinguishable, just like a medical student who has taken anatomy class.

If it weren't for the official robes he was wearing (the one from 749), Zhao Ya might have really thought her son was a heretical cultivator.

But Wang Gang doesn't see it that way.

The more he looked, the more horrified he became, and the more his spine tingled with cold sweat, soaking his shirt and making it sticky against his back.

He wasn't quite sure about the part about being slowly sliced ​​to death, but now he is.

This is fucking heretical cultivation.

Even if you donned a brocade robe, let alone the 749 uniform, you'd still be a heretical cultivator.

What kind of normal Qi cultivator would kill people like this?

They didn't treat people like human beings at all; they treated them completely as cultivation materials.

For a moment, Wang Gang even had the illusion that the young man in the surveillance footage was not killing someone, but rather creating some kind of art.

That focus, that composure, that flowing rhythm, had a certain similarity to the symphony performance he had seen in Vienna years ago.

The only difference is that the conductor uses a baton, while the young man uses a knife.

Wang Gang swallowed hard and cautiously began to speak:

"Honey, you've seen the video. How about we postpone the family reunion?"

"Our son... no, we're not even sure if he's our son now. This kid's methods... even if he's not a heretical cultivator, he's still a dangerous person. We..."

As he spoke, he observed Zhao Ya's expression, his voice growing softer and softer until he was almost muttering to himself.

He could feel the temperature around him drop by one degree with every word he spoke.

As he spoke the last word, he felt as if he were standing in the very center of Antarctica, with icy winds howling at him from all directions.

"Bullshit!"

Zhao Ya glared at him fiercely.

With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Wang Gang's nose, her posture and aura suggested that if Wang Gang dared to utter another word, she would pounce on him and tear him to shreds.

"What wrong did my son do? Those people must have done something terrible to be killed by my son! My son was ridding the people of evil! He was acting on behalf of Heaven!"

Her voice grew louder and sharper, until it was almost a shout.

She acted as if she would pounce on anyone who dared to say a bad word about her son and fight them to the death.

Wang Gang had a slight toothache.

Again.

Zhao Ya would always make excuses like this whenever her son made a mistake.

Bing'er is like this, and so is Ji Zuodao.

When her daughter was little, she injured a classmate. She said, "That classmate must have provoked him first."

During the family trial, Bing'er severely injured someone, saying, "It was a trial, and accidents are inevitable."

When her son caused trouble outside, she said, "Boys are boys, it's normal for them to be lively."

Now it's Ji Zuodao's turn. She doesn't even change her reason; she just copies and pastes it.

Wang Gang sometimes suspected that, in Zhao Ya's eyes, even if her son caused a huge mess, it must have been God who provoked her son first.

Wang Gang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Zhao Ya's face, which seemed to say "If you dare say another word, I'll show you what domestic violence is," he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Forget it, I won't argue with her.

The next video segment will begin playing.

This video is very short; it's footage from the 749 Grand Military Exercise.

The image quality is clear, and the angle is good; it's obviously taken with professional equipment.

The camera pans down from above, offering a panoramic view of the entire training ground.

In the very center of the training ground stood a podium about three zhang high, covered with a red carpet and decorated with flowers on both sides, looking very solemn.

Then, the camera slowly zoomed in and settled on the podium.

Ji Zuodao stood in the highest position, holding the trophy in his hands, which glittered in the sunlight, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

His face was adorned with a bright smile, a smile that was unrestrained, flamboyant, and brimming with the youthful vigor and pride unique to young people.

His hair was a little messy from the wind, with a few stray strands casually falling across his forehead, giving him a somewhat unrestrained look.

Standing beside him were Li Shuwen, Liu Ming, Gouye, and Qiqi.

Everyone wore a smile—the smile of a victor, the smile of the strong.

Verbal combat comes first, physical combat comes first.

Double champion.

On the large screen behind them, the large golden characters were particularly eye-catching.

Zhao Ya's eyes lit up immediately.

She pressed her entire body against the screen, as if she wanted to stick her face right up to it.

"Look! Look!"

She turned her head, pointed at the screen, and looked at Wang Gang.

"749 is number one in martial arts! Number one in intellectual combat! Number one in physical combat! Isn't that enough to prove the situation? 749 has already acknowledged my son! What are you barking about?"

She slammed her hand on the table so hard that the documents and computer on it vibrated and made a buzzing sound.

If it weren't for the documents and computer on the table, she would have grabbed the table and slammed it hard on Wang Gang's forehead.

Wang Gang shrank back, not daring to speak.

Zhao Ya shoved Wang Gang away, making him stumble and almost lose his balance.

She ignored him and turned her attention back to the screen, intently watching Ji Zuodao's radiant smile on the podium in the video.

Her eyes softened, carrying a mother's unique tenderness and pride, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a smile.

That smile carried a heartfelt joy and satisfaction.

"My son."

The voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"This is my son."

She reached out and gently stroked the smiling face on the screen. The movement was very light and gentle, as if she were caressing a rare treasure, afraid that she might accidentally break it.

"Look how beautiful his smile is."

Her voice was choked with emotion, and her eyes reddened again, but this time, it wasn't sadness, but joy.

"So energetic and spirited."

"Like me."

Wang Gang stood aside, looking at his wife's appearance, feeling a mix of emotions.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words caught in his throat.

Oh well, as long as she's happy.