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

"Qiqi, did anyone else come in the past few days?"

Ji Zuodao held Qiqi's cold little hand and walked out while asking questions seemingly casually.

"Well……"

Qiqi tilted her little head, thought about it seriously for a while, and then slowly nodded.

"Yes, there are bad people."

"They trampled on Qiqi's herbs. And... they took Qiqi's court beads."

She touched her empty neck, where there used to be some kind of jewelry, but now there was only a faint mark left from the strap.

Ji Zuodao abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Qiqi's expressionless face, which vaguely revealed a hint of grievance.

"damn it."

Ji Zuodao squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, his eyes instantly turning as cold as ice.

"We should have chopped them up earlier."

His voice was very soft, but the murderous intent surging within it made the hairs on the back of Li Shuwen's neck stand on end as he listened intently.

"Was Qiqi injured?"

"Um...no."

Qiqi shook her head and said slowly.

"Qiqi chased the bad guys away."

She paused, as if considering how to describe it, and then added:

"Well... I accidentally broke one of them."

It broke?

Ji Zuodao was taken aback, not quite understanding.

"Like this..."

Qiqi seemed to want to demonstrate, but she hesitated for a long time. Finally, she seemed to remember something, raised a small hand, and softly recited four words:

"The Ghostly Messenger of Cold Illness"

hum-

The surrounding temperature plummeted!

The air around her distorted, and two blurry, half-human-sized phantoms, enveloped in icy blue aura, materialized unexpectedly beside her!

The phantom wore a tall hat, its face was blurred, and there were only two deep, empty holes.

One man dragged a chain in his hand, and the other held a stick in his hand; both of them exuded a chilling and ominous aura that sent shivers down one's spine!

The moment it appeared, a visible white cold current spread out from Qiqi, and a thin layer of white frost instantly condensed on the ground!

"Holy crap!! Seventh Master or Eighth Master?!"

thump!

Li Shuwen's legs went weak and he knelt down. His face was as white as frost on the ground. He pointed at the two icy blue phantoms, his lips trembling, and he could barely speak.

"Brother, what's wrong with him?"

Qiqi withdrew her small hand, and the two chilling "cold-sick ghost messengers" phantoms quietly disappeared.

She looked at Li Shuwen, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, her pale purple eyes filled with pure incomprehension.

"fine."

"Some people, having done too many bad things, feel guilty when they see something cool."

"Brother, did Qiqi...do something wrong?"

Qiqi lowered her head, looking at her little hand that she had accidentally "broken" a few days ago, her voice a little uneasy.

"No, Qiqi did a great job, very well."

Ji Zuodao cupped her small face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and spoke with unprecedented seriousness and approval.

He pointed to the layer of white frost on the ground that was slowly melting.

"If anyone bullies you again in the future, and your brother isn't around..."

Ji Zuodao leaned close to her ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, taught her word by word:

"Use this move, beat them to death. If you can't beat them, call your brother, and your brother will help you refine them all."

"oh--"

Qiqi nodded as if she understood, and kept the two key points, "beat him to death" and "call him brother," in mind.

Ji Zuodao carried Qiqi into the car, carefully placing her in the back seat, and even tugged at the hem of her loose official robe to prevent it from getting caught in the car door.

He was about to get in, and before his "fatherly" smile had completely faded, he saw Li Shuwen peering at him through the car window with a sheepish grin.

"Hey, what are you doing up here?"

Ji Zuodao's expression changed instantly; he raised an eyebrow, his face full of disdain.

"What's wrong? Tired of drawing sketchbooks? Really want to go to Bureau 749 for a cup of new tea and experience what it's like to operate a sewing machine?"

Li Shuwen's lips twitched violently.

This is truly a case of using people only when they need them, and discarding them when they don't!

Why didn't you say so when we needed a human shield and bait in the tomb? Now that you've used them, you just kick them aside?

Pah, you scumbag! He used to call me "sweetheart," but now that he has someone new, he calls me "old hag."

He was internally ranting and raving, but on his face he forced an even brighter, more humble smile:

"Um... Investigator Ji, Sir Ji! You see... I also need to go to Bureau 749, could you go along the way?"

Ji Zuodao paused as he opened the car door, glancing at him sideways:

"What? Has the sun risen in the west? Are you planning to turn over a new leaf, start a new life, and voluntarily surrender to the authorities to seek leniency?"

"No, no!"

Li Shuwen quickly waved his hand, his smile somewhat bitter.

"It was my master who was arrested by the 749 Bureau. They just sent me a message asking me to bail him out."

"Your master?"

Ji Zuodao stopped moving, turned around, crossed his arms, and looked Li Shuwen up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

"So, the teacher who teaches you to draw... cough, that 'literary arts' master? What did he do wrong this time?"

Li Shuwen's expression became even more awkward, his eyes darting around, and his voice so low it was barely a whisper:

"He ordered a 998 yuan 'Supreme Paradise' massage package at the Hehuan Sect's 'Paradise of Bliss' nightclub, and just then, the 749 Bureau conducted a joint anti-prostitution and anti-illegal publications raid, and that's how he got caught."

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

There was a full five or six seconds of silence.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and then slowly lowered his head to look at Li Shuwen, who was refined, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had an air of "I am a cultured person".

half an hour.

He then let out a long, deeply emotional sigh:

Scholars—

He shook his head, opened the car door, got in, fastened his seatbelt, and then, looking curiously at Qiqi who was glancing at him and then at Li Shuwen, earnestly lectured her:

"Qiqi, remember your brother's words."

"From now on, stay away from this kind of beast. No, stay away from all those who wear gold-rimmed glasses, look respectable, and spout platitudes about morality."

Qiqi blinked her big eyes, looked at Ji Zuodao, then glanced through the car window at Li Shuwen, who looked utterly dejected, and nodded obediently.

"Oh—you beast. Qiqi understands."

Ji Zuodao patted her hair with satisfaction and started the car.

"Good girl."

Li Shuwen finally got into the car. The engine roared, the gray official car turned around, rolled over the weeds, and headed towards the city.

Ji Zuo held the well-behaved little Qiqi in his arms, his heart filled with joy.

A little zombie who can use magic and is so well-behaved and sensible...

He glanced to the side at the small figure beside him who was clinging to the car window, his pale purple eyes wide with curiosity as he watched the scenery rushing by outside.

If he's drawing cards...

This is like getting a top-tier, limited-edition five-star character with full constellations and max stats!

The key is that she's well-behaved and cute! Well-behaved and cute! Well-behaved and cute!

Blood earned!

No, it's made so much money it's gone!