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

Dog lay on the sun-warmed tile on the balcony, squinting, looking like he was saying, "I'm sunbathing, don't bother me."

But its ears remained perked up, and every word the mother and daughter inside the house uttered reached its ears.

When he heard that Zhao Ya wanted Wang Gang to leave with nothing, Doggy's lips twitched, and he made a meaningful "tsk tsk".

It opened one eye, glanced at the mother and child inside the room, and felt a surge of emotion.

Honestly, it's hard to believe they're a mother and daughter.

How can this woman be so kind?

Her memories were altered, and her son was abandoned...

The most severe punishment she could think of was to make her husband leave with nothing.

That's it?

Dog sighed inwardly.

If this had happened to that kid Ji Zuodao, Wang Gang would probably be buried in some desolate wilderness by now, his grave overgrown with weeds.

But what about this woman? She left with nothing, and that was it.

With such a broad mind, such magnanimity, such kindness...

Doggy glanced again at Ji Zuodao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and his eyes darting around.

This kid is nothing like his mother.

All he could think about was how to take down the Wang family; from beginning to end, his original intention remained unchanged, and his determination was unwavering.

The key point is that this bastard didn't want to confiscate our property after he learned about his background.

He started having designs on the person the first time he met them and discovered how incredibly wealthy they were.

He was simply envious of other people's wealth and itched to pull off a heist.

Later, when they found out it was their own home, they even went so far as to extract his life essence...

Hey, that's even better.

It makes me feel more at ease to copy.

Dog Master couldn't help but shake his head at this thought.

Sure enough, his third master was right; this kid was born with a demonic nature.

This evil nature of his can't be changed.

Just as Dog Master was thinking this, he saw Ji Zuodao's eyes darting around and a smile that Dog Master knew all too well curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Well, this kid's about to start bluffing again.

Ji Zuodao sat on the edge of the bed, head down, and remained silent for a long while.

He looked as if he was recalling some unpleasant past event, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips pursed, and his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the bed sheet.

When Zhao Ya saw his appearance, her heart clenched.

"Xiaodao, what's wrong?"

"Mom... I've actually been holding back a lot of anger inside."

Ji Zuodao's voice carried a suppressed and restrained emotion, which made people feel sorry for him.

"I know it's not your fault what happened back then. You were kept in the dark, and you were a victim too. But when I think about that old bastard from the Wang family, how they abandoned me back then, how they took away my essence... it's like there's a fire burning inside me."

As he spoke, Ji Zuodao raised his hand and covered his chest. His actions and expression made it seem as if he were truly enduring some immense pain.

"Sometimes I can't sleep at night, and I think—why? Why can they live such good lives with a clear conscience? Why can they eat well and sleep well after abandoning me? Why can they act like nothing happened when I've suffered so much?"

"I'm not reconciled, Mom."

"I want revenge. I want them to pay the price. I want them to know that the child they abandoned has returned, and is here to settle scores with them."

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he reached out and grasped Zhao Ya's hand. The pressure was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, allowing Zhao Ya to feel the fluctuations in his heart.

"Mom, you'll help me, right?"

Ji Zuodao's voice seemed to possess a kind of magic.

Zhao Ya's gaze began to become somewhat unfocused.

Looking at Ji Zuodao's face, a face exactly like the one she had longed for for nineteen years, a strong impulse surged within her.

She wanted to help him.

She wanted to fulfill all his requests.

She wanted to make up for all the suffering he had endured over the past nineteen years.

"Okay... Mom will help you... Mom will help you with anything..."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Ji Zuodao's lips.

But he didn't stop.

He continued to whisper in Zhao Ya's ear in that bewitching voice, as if weaving an invisible net that would gradually envelop her.

"Mom, those businesses belonging to the Wang family shouldn't belong to them. Those things should have been mine. They took them from me. I just want what's rightfully mine, right?"

"Yes...yes..." Zhao Ya nodded mechanically, her eyes vacant.

"Mom, can you talk to Grandpa for me? Let's cooperate and take over the Wang family."

"well……"

Zhao Ya continued to nod, her voice growing softer and softer, as if she were talking in her sleep.

"Yes... Mom will help you..."

"Mom will avenge you..."

"Mom will help you get justice..."

"Mom will make those who hurt you pay the price..."

Ji Zuodao looked at Zhao Ya's dazed expression and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He reached out and gently stroked Zhao Ya's hair, his voice as soft as if he were soothing a child to sleep:

"Good girl, Mommy is so good..."

The entire room was shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Ji Zuodao's smiling face, but instead of warmth, it gave off an indescribable chill.

He was like a devil who crawled out of hell, wearing a human skin, speaking the most seductive words in the gentlest voice.

Just then, Ji Zuodao suddenly felt a warm hand grab his sleeve.

The force was not strong, it could even be described as very light, as if they were afraid of hurting him.

Ji Zuodao lowered his head and saw that Zhao Ya's eyes were still unfocused, as if she had not fully woken up from the state she had just been in. She looked dazed, like she was sleepwalking.

But she grabbed his sleeve.

Holding on tightly.

It's like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

She opened her mouth, her voice broken and intermittent, as if each word had been uttered with all her might:

"A small...small path..."

"Promise Mom...don't...don't kill...Bing'er and Wang Gang..."

"They...they are, after all...your family..."

Ji Zuodao lowered his head, looking at Zhao Ya's still somewhat dazed face, at her unfocused yet stubbornly fixed gaze on him, and at her hand tightly gripping his sleeve.

A shadow fell over his eyes.

The gloom was faint, fleeting and brief.

Ji Zuodao remained silent for a few seconds.

He nodded slightly.

It's like an obedient son responding to his mother's admonition.

He reached out and gently patted Zhao Ya's hand, then bent down, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a very soft, gentle, and indulgent tone:

"Okay, Mom. I promise."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart, and she relaxed completely, her eyes gradually regaining focus.

She didn't see that the smile on Ji Zuodao's lips changed the moment he straightened up.

That smile was still gentle, still warm.

But beneath that gentleness lies an inexplicable and sinister nature.

That malevolent nature was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, flicking its tongue and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

He turned around, looked out the window again, his hands in his pockets, and the wicked smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

Hey.

Okay, I won't kill them.

What's the point of killing them?

When you're dead, you can't feel anything anymore.

There was no pain, no fear, no despair.

That would solve everything, how easy!

But it's different when you're alive.

Only by living can one feel pain.

Only when you are alive can you feel fear.

Only by living can one experience despair.

Only by living can one watch helplessly as everything one possesses is taken away, bit by bit, and there is nothing one can do about it.

That is the real punishment.

That's what it truly means to be worse than dead.

Ji Zuodao looked out the window at the gray sky, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered something his master chef had once told him.

That day, the head scalpel strapped him to the table, scalpel in hand, preparing to cut him open, when he suddenly stopped and said something to him in a very casual tone:

"Little Dao, remember this—death is the most merciful punishment."

He was young then and didn't quite understand the meaning of that sentence.

All he knew was that after the master chef finished speaking, he cut open his stomach and began to study his intestinal structure. He screamed in pain and had no time to think about what the words meant.

Later, as he grew up and experienced more, he gradually came to understand the meaning of that sentence.

Yes, death is the most merciful punishment.

Death ends all suffering.

There was no more pain.

Therefore, you cannot let those who are truly hateful die.

You have to keep them alive.

Let them live well.

Let them watch as everything they have is lost, bit by bit.

Let them experience firsthand the despair of being powerless.

That would be true revenge.

That's true enjoyment.

Ji Zuodao turned around and looked at Zhao Ya, who was gradually regaining consciousness. His face returned to its obedient and sensible appearance.

"Mom, are you tired? Why don't you lie down for a while? I'll get you a glass of water?"

Looking at his obedient appearance, Zhao Ya felt extremely gratified.

What a good boy.

How sensible!

She smiled and shook her head: "Mom isn't tired, Mom is just happy."

Ji Zuodao also smiled.

That smile, devoid of its wickedness, looked quite innocent.

Dog Grandpa on the balcony opened one eye, glanced at Ji Zuodao's innocent smile, shivered, and then closed it again.

It's been so long since I've seen Ji Zuodao make this expression.

Dog Master has been by Ji Zuodao's side since he was a child, so he understands all too well what that expression means.

That brat is jealous.

Those two men from the Wang family are probably going to suffer terribly, unable to live or die.

Just because of one sentence from that woman, tsk tsk.