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

When Wang Bing walked into the living room and saw Zhao Ya and Wang Gang, his eyes darted away, and he dared not look them in the eye.

He probably already guessed what had happened.

After all, he couldn't have missed such a loud commotion downstairs.

Zhao Ya looked at him, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke, her voice unusually calm:

Did you post this?

Wang Bing lowered his head, not daring to answer.

"I'm asking you, did you post that message?"

Zhao Ya's voice rose a few decibels, filled with barely suppressed anger.

Wang Bing's body trembled slightly, then he nodded, his voice barely audible, "Yes...it was me who sent it..."

Zhao Ya took a deep breath, closed her eyes, as if trying to suppress her emotions.

After a long while, she opened her eyes, looked at Wang Bing, and her voice was filled with deep disappointment:

"Bing'er, do you know who he is?"

"He is your brother."

Zhao Ya's voice trembled slightly.

"He's your own brother. You two came from the same womb. Why would you want to hurt him?"

Wang Bing suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Because I refuse to accept this!"

"Why should I?!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with a hysterical excitement.

"Why do you all side with him the moment he appears?! Why is he, a piece of trash who was thrown away, better than me?! Why do I have to call him my brother when he took everything from me?!"

His tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking the gauze.

"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!"

Zhao Ya felt bad looking at him.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

What could she possibly say?

To say Wang Bing was wrong? But Wang Bing was also her son.

To say that Wang Bing was right? That's clearly turning black into white.

She could only remain silent.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice filled with weariness and helplessness:

"Bing'er, go back inside. Don't go out these next few days."

Wang Bing raised his head and looked at Zhao Ya, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

There was resentment, anger, grievance, and also a sense of loss that was hard to explain.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

He turned around, dragging his injured body, and walked upstairs step by step.

That figure looked somewhat desolate and forlorn.

In the office of the Demon Management Section, 749 Bureau of Jinghai.

Doggy and Su Xiaoxiao stared at each other, neither of them understanding what Ji Zuodao meant.

What does it mean for a "true young master to return to a wealthy family"?

"No, Little Daodao, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, could you say it again?"

Su Xiaoxiao blinked, her voice filled with confusion.

Ji Zuodao crossed his legs, leaned back leisurely in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and wore a smug smile on his face.

"Hehe, this inspiration actually came from you, Su Xiaoxiao."

He held up one finger and pointed at Su Xiaoxiao's phone.

"The other day you were watching those short dramas about the real and fake young masters on your phone all the time, right? I was thinking, even though Wang Bing isn't a fake young master, I am the real one. So I suddenly thought, maybe I, this long-lost real young master, could also try imitating him?"

"Anyway, that couple saw how much I look like their son yesterday, and they've probably figured it out by now. I'll strike first, go to their house to claim kinship, and take the initiative."

Dog Master glanced at him sideways.

"You little brat, are you trying to claim kinship with your ancestors?"

"Recognize their ancestors? They don't even deserve it!"

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and spoke with malice in his tone.

"Once the Wang family is in my hands, whatever I say goes. When the time comes, all the family genealogies will be burned, and I'll just create a separate page for them. What do the ancestors of the Wang family have to do with me? I am the ancestor myself."

Su Xiaoxiao raised her hand, looking as serious as a primary school student asking a question in class, and said:

"Hey, the real young master in the short drama is really pitiful. He gets all sorts of misunderstandings, gets framed by the fake young master, and is disliked by his family. He's really miserable. You should be prepared."

Ji Zuodao chuckled and waved his hand.

"Those are the real idiots in those short dramas. Their mouths are like expired words, better not to have any at all. They don't speak their minds, they don't explain themselves, they just silently endure and silently shed tears, it's infuriating to watch. Am I that kind of person?"

He stood up, walked to the window, put his hands in his pockets, looked at the gray sky outside, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"With my skills, I could easily charm those old men and women into smirks, do you believe it? As for that kid Wang Bing..."

He paused, turned his head, looked at Dog Master and Su Xiaoxiao, and his smile became even brighter and more dangerous.

"I, Daoist Master, can easily make him desert everyone and cower in a corner like a lapdog."

Doggy and Su Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance, their eyes carrying a strange meaning.

They believed Ji Zuodao's words.

Because they knew all too well about Ji Zuodao's abilities in this area.

Su Xiaoxiao has a particularly strong voice on this matter.

She had personally witnessed how Ji Zuodao had completely charmed the Empress on Mount Ailao.

At that time, a group of fox spirits on Mount Ailao all wanted to please the Empress, and their competition for favor was fierce.

Today someone brings out sacred fruit, tomorrow someone else offers songs and dances, and the day after tomorrow someone else goes to massage the goddess's legs—the variety is endless, it's incredibly hectic.

But what about the end?

In the end, however, it was a human cub that stood out.

A human cub that is only a few years old and can't even speak properly.

On what grounds?

It's all because of his tea.

That kid's tea-making skills are practically a natural talent he was born with.

When other fox spirits brought gifts to the empress, they would say, "Your Majesty, these are the spiritual fruits I painstakingly collected. Please try them."

What about Ji Zuodao?

He carried a tattered bowl containing a few wild fruits, and toddled up to the goddess, looking up at her with a face that was both obedient and pitiful, and said:

"Your Majesty, these are fruits I found in the back mountains. They are so sweet. I can't bear to eat them and want to save them for you. Unlike them, I only care about Your Majesty."

The group of vixens present turned green with rage.

Damn, how old is this kid? How come his tea-making skills are so superb?

Later, Su Xiaoxiao privately asked Ji Zuo, "Who did you learn those words from?"

Ji Zuodao blinked his innocent, wide eyes and said with a completely guileless expression, "What do you mean, 'told me'? I just feel sorry for Her Majesty. Don't you feel sorry for Her Majesty?"

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.

What could she say? Could she dare say she wasn't heartbroken?

From then on, Su Xiaoxiao understood that Xiaodaodao was a born green tea bitch.

Moreover, it's the top-grade Longjing tea, the kind whose fragrance can travel for miles when brewed.

Therefore, when Ji Zuodao said he could handle the Wang family couple, Su Xiaoxiao had no doubts at all.

She even felt a little sorry for the Wang family.

Once targeted by Ji Zuodao, how can one expect to have a good life?