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

Once this thought pops up, it grows wildly like weeds, and there's no way to suppress it.

Early in the morning, Zhao Ya opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to sleep all night.

The sky was just beginning to lighten outside the window, and the chirping of birds drifted in. Usually, she found the sounds quite pleasant, but today they just annoyed her.

The thought of recognizing my relatives kept spinning in my mind all night, like a top, and I couldn't stop.

She rolled over, then rolled over again, and finally just threw off the covers and went downstairs barefoot with a "thump thump thump".

In the living room, Wang Gang was curled up on the sofa, sleeping like a log, snoring loudly, with a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth. I wonder what delicious food he was dreaming about.

Ever since Ji Zuodao started coming over for meals every day, Zhao Ya kicked him out of the bedroom, citing "your snoring is affecting my sleep quality."

Wang Gang didn't dare to resist and obediently slept on the sofa for almost half a month, which caused him to develop back problems.

Zhao Ya walked over, grabbed Wang Gang by the collar of his pajamas without saying a word, and lifted him off the sofa.

Wang Gang was having a wonderful dream, dreaming that he had finally gotten rid of Ji Zuodao, that plague god, and that his family was happily eating together, without any teasing, barbs, or Zhao Ya's murderous gaze.

Then he was pulled up.

Startled, Wang Gang suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhao Ya's expressionless face so close to his face that he was terrified.

"Wife... what's wrong? What did I do wrong again?"

Wang Gang's voice trembled with a sob, and his eyes were red.

He's really terrified of being whipped lately.

Although Zhao Ya was fierce before, she at least had her limits.

Now, things are really messed up. Every time Ji Zuodao comes over for a meal, Zhao Ya has to find a reason to give him a beating.

His back was covered with old and new wounds, almost like a washboard.

"Wife, you've broken two whips already, isn't that enough? I really know I was wrong, I'll never do it again..."

Zhao Ya loosened his collar, took a step back, crossed her arms, and looked down at him.

"Shut up. I'm asking you, when are you going to let me know my son?"

Wang Gang was taken aback: "What son?"

"What did you say, son? Ji Zuodao! My son! Your son! Our son!"

Zhao Ya's voice rose eight octaves as she pointed at Wang Gang's nose, "I haven't taken it one more day! I'm going to acknowledge him today!"

Wang Gang felt a sudden headache and his temples throbbed.

He rubbed his temples, sat up straight, and his mind raced.

Ultimately, he didn't want to acknowledge Ji Zuodao back.

Indeed, Ji Zuodao is very powerful.

At such a young age, he was already a Qi cultivator at the Divine Power Realm, on par with his father, Old Master Wang.

Moreover, he was a section-level cadre in Bureau 749, wielding real power and holding a high position of authority.

Let alone Wang Gang, even his father, Old Master Wang, would have to address him respectfully as "Section Chief Ji".

Just looking at these two points, recognizing Ji Zuodao is an absolute steal.

Which family wouldn't want another powerful backer? That's a walking mountain of support.

The problem is—this thigh has athlete's foot!

After spending these days together, Wang Gang was completely certain that Ji Zuodao was an evil cultivator, the kind who was evil beyond measure.

Everyone knows that the heretical practitioners are a group of lunatics.

Their brains work differently than normal people's; you can never guess what they'll do next.

Wang Gang even felt that if Ji Zuodao were in ancient times, he would be the kind of debt collector who would run out to assassinate the emperor and then bring his own family a "Nine Clans Elimination" gift package.

If you bring him back, he might make you look good today, but he might dare to send your whole family away tomorrow.

Moreover, this bastard is too damn good.

Wang Gang has lived most of his life and seen all sorts of people, but he has never seen anyone so tacky.

Every word he said and every action he took was purposeful.

You think he's just chatting with you, but he's actually setting a trap for you.

You think he's praising you, but actually he's cricketing at you.

Wang Gang felt like a mouse being targeted by a cat, unable to escape Ji Zuodao's grasp no matter how hard he ran.

This feeling of being completely controlled made him very uncomfortable.

Of course, he certainly wouldn't dare say these things to Zhao Ya.

He could only force a smile and carefully choose his words:

"Honey, don't rush things. This needs to be considered carefully; we can't be too hasty. Think about it, that kid is nineteen years old; he has his own thoughts and opinions. What if we just rush over and say 'I'm your mother' and scare him? Shouldn't we build up our relationship first and wait for the right time?"

"Training, training, training! How many days has this been going on?!"

Zhao Ya slammed her hand on the coffee table with such force that the teacups jumped and tea splashed all over the table. "I see you just don't want to acknowledge him!"

"No! How could I not want to acknowledge him? He's my son!"

Wang Gang quickly denied it, sweat already beading on his forehead.

"I think we should discuss this with the old man. After all, it was his decision back then, and if we take it upon ourselves to bring the child back, it won't be easy to explain to him..."

"Confess! Confess! Confess! What the hell am I supposed to confess to him?!"

Zhao Ya's anger flared even more. "He abandoned my son back then, and I haven't even settled accounts with him yet! And he dares to complain?!"

Wang Gang shrank back, not daring to say anything more.

He sighed inwardly.

He knew that his stalling tactic wouldn't last much longer.

He knew Zhao Ya's temper all too well. Once she was determined to do something, not even nine oxen could pull her back.

He can only hope that time will allow Zhao Ya to calm down, that she will see through Ji Zuodao's sycophantic face, and that she will understand that the bastard is no good at all.

But he also knew in his heart that this hope was very slim.

"Wait, wait, wait. You've made such a simple thing so complicated."

Zhao Ya grew angrier as she spoke, her hands already groping around. "I think you're just trying to drag me down!"

She felt around under the sofa cushions, then on top of the cabinet, and finally pulled out a brand new whip from behind the shoe cabinet.

Wang Gang's eyelids twitched suddenly.

The whip was jet black and glossy, about three feet long, with a cold sheen on its body; it was clearly newly bought.

"Honey...when did you buy another one?"

"Yesterday." Zhao Ya gripped the whip handle, weighed it in her hand, and tested its feel. "Just in case. I knew you were going to argue with me again."

Wang Gang: "…………"

Everything that happened in the living room was observed by a worm perched on the windowsill.

The worm was only the size of a fingernail, completely black, and lay motionless in the folds of the curtains, like an inconspicuous black button.

Its visual signals are being transmitted in real time to a screen in the office of the Demon Management Section of the 749th Bureau of Jinghai.

Ji Zuodao crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, propped his chin on one hand, and stared intently at the screen in front of him with one eye on his forehead. The content on the screen was projected from this eye.

Watching the scene on the screen where Zhao Ya was wielding a whip and Wang Gang was running away with his head in his hands, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"That's about it."

He muttered something to himself and reached out to turn off the screen.

The time has come.

Zhao Ya had been aroused to a critical point by him.

Her longing to reunite with her family, her dissatisfaction with Wang Gang, and her resentment towards the Wang family had all accumulated to the point of imminent explosion.

At this point, all you need to do is give her a gentle push, and she'll get it done herself.

He didn't need to do anything himself.

But the question is, how do we push this push?

Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, his mind racing with calculations.

Ji Zuodao thought for a long time, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Got it!

He looked up and glanced at the monsters in the office.

They are all busy with their own things right now.

Some were organizing files, some were drinking tea and chatting, some were secretly scrolling through their phones, and some were touching up their makeup in front of a small mirror.

The office was peaceful, like a nursing home.

Ji Zuodao cleared his throat and clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey everyone, I have something to tell you. I'm planning to find someone to play my girlfriend, it's a special operation, there's a bonus. Who wants to go?"

Before the other monsters could react—

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Fifty fox spirits stood up at the same time.

Their movements were so synchronized, as if they had undergone military training; even the sound of the chairs moving was identical.

Fifty pairs of bright green eyes stared intently at Ji Zuodao, their gazes like those of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a fat sheep, gleaming with a sinister green light.

Some of the fox spirits had already started adjusting their collars, some were secretly applying lipstick, and two fox spirits had even started pushing each other, muttering to themselves:

"What are you doing? I stood up first!"

"Bullshit! I was first!"

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped from Ji Zuodao's forehead.

He felt like a bone, thrown into a pack of hungry dogs.

"Damn, that was too hasty."