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

"us?"

Wang Gang was taken aback.

What does that mean?

Who else?

Before he could figure it out, he felt the atmosphere around him suddenly become strange.

Powerful demonic energy emerged from all directions, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Each of those demonic auras was incredibly powerful, radiating the unique pressure of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

One, two, three... ten... twenty... thirty... forty...

A total of forty-nine!

Wang Gang's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

He slowly turned his head and looked around, then froze.

From the bushes, walls, rooftops, and shadows surrounding the villa, foxes of various colors emerged silently, like ghosts.

There are fiery red ones, snow-white ones, jet-black ones, golden yellow ones, mottled ones...

They were all different, big and small, and varied in shape, but their eyes were all the same.

It was lush and green, shimmering with a ghostly, cold light, like will-o'-the-wisps in the night, staring intently at Wang Gang.

There was not a trace of emotion in those eyes, only a cold, naked killing intent.

Wang Gang felt like a sheep being targeted by a pack of hungry wolves; his whole body was ice-cold, and his blood was about to freeze.

He wanted to run away, but his legs were weak and he couldn't even stand up.

He tried to call for help, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the foxes emerged one by one from the shadows and slowly approached him.

Then, in a hazy halo of light, those foxes transformed into beautiful women, each one more charming than the last.

Some were dressed in red, some in white, some in black, and some in colorful clothes. Each one was incredibly beautiful, with their own unique charm and style.

Some of them were aloof and elegant, some were charming and alluring, some were innocent and pure, some were seductive and alluring, some were dignified and graceful, and some were playful and charming...

Each one of them is a rare beauty.

Normally, Wang Gang would definitely not be able to resist taking a few more glances at so many beautiful women.

But now, all he wants to do is cry.

Because each of those beauties exuded a terrifying aura of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

Forty-nine great demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm!

Forty-nine!

Wang Gang felt his calves trembling, his teeth chattering, and his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

In all his years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

Forty-nine powerful demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm surrounded him, staring at him menacingly.

That feeling was even more intense than when he was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall by his grandfather back then.

Su Xiaoxiao nodded in satisfaction as she looked at Wang Gang, who was practically terrified.

She crossed her arms, slightly raised her chin, and looked down at Wang Gang with a condescending air, then spoke:

"Stay put here and behave yourselves until Xiaodaodao decides how you die. Don't even think about running away, or else..."

She paused, a dangerous smile playing on her lips:

"I don't mind sending you on your way earlier."

Wang Gang nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, afraid that if he was too slow, he would be torn to pieces by this group of vixens.

Su Xiaoxiao gave a satisfied hum, then turned around, preparing to leave.

But she took a step and then stopped.

As if remembering something, she turned her head and glanced at Wang Bing, who was lying unconscious on the floor of the living room.

"Oh, right."

As she spoke, she waved her hand.

An invisible force, like a sharp blade, sliced ​​across Wang Bing's face.

"Sizzle—"

A soft sound.

Su Xiaoxiao forcibly ripped off Wang Bing's newly healed skin.

Su Xiaoxiao followed Ji Zuodao around and learned some skills.

The movement was clean, crisp, and fluid, as simple as tearing a piece of paper.

Even while unconscious, Wang Bing groaned in pain and his body twitched.

Su Xiaoxiao picked up the face, weighed it in her hand for a couple of moments, and then casually tossed it onto the ground like trash.

She curled her lip and said with a look of disgust:

"What kind of class do you have, daring to use the same face as my little Taoist priest? It's disgusting."

After saying that, she clapped her hands, turned around, swayed her hips, and led the forty-nine fox spirits away in a grand procession.

Wang Gang was left alone, slumped on the ground, staring at the bloodied face and the unconscious Wang Bing, unable to shed a tear.

He felt that his life was completely over.

Haha, are we doomed?

But Ji Zuodao felt it wasn't over yet.

This is nothing!

He's just lost a wife, but he can still jump around and breathe, right?

They were incredibly agile; when they chased after him, they ran as fast as if they were on fire.

What does this mean? It means there's still energy left, it means it hasn't hurt enough.

Ji Zuodao has always believed in one principle since he was a child: either don't do it, or do it thoroughly.

If you leave someone a chance to recover, they might turn around and bite you back.

Therefore, the best way is to pin him down completely, so that he can't get up.

Wang Gang's current state is at most a case of "suffered some setbacks," and he's still a long way from being "finished."

Winning back your biological mother is only the first step.

Ji Zuodao has always wanted only one thing—the Wang family.

He wants the entire Wang family.

The problem is, the Wang family is just too damn clean.

Even Ji Zuodao, who was so clean, wanted to curse.

How could someone from a prominent family like yours possibly have no dirty secrets at all?

But they just don't have it.

The accounts are crystal clear, the taxes are transparent, and the source of every penny can be investigated—cleaner than his face.

It was so slippery that he couldn't even put his hat on.

Ji Zuodao flipped through the Wang family's records over the years, and the more he read, the angrier he became.

Since Wang Bing was born nineteen years ago, this family has been in a state of complete decline, utterly and utterly decaying.

They used to fight for power, scheme against each other, and do unethical things to make money, but ever since the celestial child was born, the whole family has just given up.

Everything you do makes money, everything you invest in goes up, stocks you buy hit the daily limit, and land you buy is next to a high-speed rail station.

That luck was so good it made people envious.

What's the point of striving? Just lie down and relax, isn't that enough?

Ji Zuodao looked at the documents and was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

He painstakingly raided more than a dozen companies, working himself to the bone to accumulate that little bit of wealth, while the Wang family didn't have to do anything; money seemed to grow legs and flow into their pockets on its own.

Where can I go to seek justice?

He once asked Doge, "Both are blessed with good fortune, so why isn't Qiqi's luck as exaggerated as Wang Bing's?"

Dog's expression was a bit strange at the time, and he remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"The dragon energy on Qiqi is gathering good fortune, like saving up a dowry for a daughter. It's not letting anyone else use it, it's all being saved for Qiqi. When the time comes, Qiqi will be able to take off. As for you, at most they'll give you a dragon fart to suppress your sickly fate."

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

Dragon fart.

Well, something is better than nothing.

At least it kept him alive, preventing him from being killed by his own fate.

Thinking about it this way, Ji Zuodao felt much better.

Although it sounds a bit shabby, it still has an effect.

He's still alive and kicking because of the good training from his three masters, but also thanks in no small part to Qi Qi's dragon energy.

In short, the Wang family was so clean that even Ji Zuodao couldn't be accused of anything.

He can't just rob it, can he?

He's not Zhang Yucheng; he doesn't have the ability to pull off any tricks like "randomly refreshing bandits."

Zhang Yucheng's method of playing the game was something only he could master in the entire Han Dynasty.

Others want to learn? They can't.

If we insist on copying the example exactly, then the Qi Cultivation Forum will probably be filled with news of bandits from certain places being completely wiped out.

So he changed his approach—to get Zhao Ya back first.

There's a rule in the Qi cultivator community: matters within the community should be resolved within the community.

He couldn't use his identity as an investigator from Bureau 749 to target the Wang family; that would be too conspicuous and give others ammunition against him.

Although Ji Zuodao doesn't usually follow the rules, he still needs to be legitimate in important matters like this.

Otherwise, even if his house is confiscated, it's uncertain whether the money will still end up in his hands.

But he can use his status as a member of the Zhao family to do it.

Zhao Ya is his mother, and the Zhao family is his maternal grandfather's family.

The Zhao family of Sichuan and Chongqing is a large and influential family with a rich history.

If he were to challenge the Wang family as the grandson of the Zhao family, it would be a matter between two powerful families, which is none of the business of Bureau 749, and no one in the circle could find fault with him.

It is perfectly legitimate and reasonable.

At that time, all of the Wang family's businesses, assets, and enviable wealth will fall into his hands.

As Ji Zuodao thought of this, a smile appeared on his lips.

The Wang family, right? Clean, right? Blessed with good fortune, right?

It's okay.

I have plenty of time and patience.

Let's take our time.