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

Ji Zuodao wanted to grin and kill those two people right then and there.

But he promised Zhao Ya that he wouldn't kill them.

Ji Zuodao, although he's not a good person, is someone who keeps his word.

Especially in front of people you care about.

Therefore, he will not kill Wang Bing and Wang Gang.

But that doesn't mean he'll let them off the hook.

Meanwhile, in the Wang family villa, Wang Gang was sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking one cigarette after another.

The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with cigarette butts, some still emitting wisps of smoke, filling the entire living room with smoke, like a fire scene.

His face looked terrible, his eyes were sunken, his lips were chapped, and he looked ten years older.

Wang Gang had gathered information about Ji Zuodao and knew what kind of person he was.

He is vindictive, ruthless, and even cruel to himself.

What good can come of offending such a thing?

His family was destroyed, and now all that was left was death.

Wang Gang became increasingly frightened and panicked the more he thought about it.

No, I have to run.

Before that kid can deal with them, let's run.

Run as far as possible, to a place where that kid can't find you.

Wang Gang stubbed out his cigarette and suddenly stood up.

He glanced upstairs; Wang Bing's room was still lit.

He took a deep breath, strode up the stairs, and prepared to wake Wang Bing so that he could flee with his son overnight.

Reaching the door of Wang Bing's bedroom, he reached out and grasped the doorknob.

Then, he opened the door.

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet gave way to emptiness.

The feeling is like thinking you've stepped onto solid ground, only to find you've stepped into empty air, and your whole body instantly loses its weight.

Wang Gang didn't even have time to scream before he started falling.

Then, he landed.

No, to be precise, he fell into the water.

But it's not ordinary water.

The liquid was viscous, warm, and had a strong rusty smell.

Wang Gang struggled to float up from the liquid, wiped the liquid off his face, looked down, and froze.

blood.

A sea of ​​blood.

An endless sea of ​​blood.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, which almost made him vomit.

He floated in a sea of ​​blood, surrounded by an endless expanse of red, with no end in sight.

Wang Gang's teeth were chattering, and his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

"Where...where is this...?"

His voice echoed above the empty sea of ​​blood, but no one answered him.

Only a faint laugh could be heard from afar.

That laughter was sinister, sending chills down your spine just by listening to it.

Suddenly, Wang Gang felt something wrap around his ankle.

He looked down and saw a hand emerge from the sea of ​​blood, gripping his ankle tightly.

His fingernails were long and sharp, with a black sheen, and were deeply embedded in his flesh.

Wang Gang let out a scream and tried desperately to break free, but the hand gripped him tighter and tighter, like an iron hoop, and he couldn't break free no matter what he did.

Then, a second hand, a third hand, a fourth hand... countless hands reached out from the sea of ​​blood, vying to grab him.

Wang Gang was pulled along by those hands, dragged little by little into the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

He struggled and shouted desperately, but the hands grew more numerous and forceful.

Finally, he was dragged into the sea of ​​blood and disappeared into the endless darkness.

In the real world, Wang Bing also woke up.

He was awakened by the pain.

With bandages wrapped around his face, the tight, oppressive feeling made it impossible for him to sleep properly.

He lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, feeling incredibly frustrated.

Damn it, my face has been ripped off again.

That Su Xiaoxiao was too ruthless. Sure enough, the people around that bastard are all no good.

As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

It sounds like... conversation?

Wang Bing frowned.

Who's downstairs so late?

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The voice was intermittent and not very clear, but it was vaguely discernible that two people were talking.

One of the voices sounded somewhat familiar.

Wang Bing hesitated for a moment, but still decided to go downstairs to take a look.

He tiptoed out of bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and went down the stairs.

The further down you go, the clearer the voices become.

"Brother, you have no idea how fun it is out there. Things are really chaotic over there in Japan right now, people are dying everywhere, it's so interesting."

A strange voice, sounding somewhat young, with a nonchalant tone.

"Hmm? What happened to Xiao Rizi again?"

This is... Ji Zuodao's voice!

Wang Bing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"I don't know either. It seems like a demon they sealed away was released."

"Ha, the seal on a small life is no different from counterfeit and shoddy products."

"Exactly! I just poked it, and the seal broke."

"Holy crap, so you're the culprit? Wow, you've really brought honor to our Ji family."

"Hehehe..."

Wang Bing stood at the kitchen doorway, took a deep breath, and then stepped inside.

The conversation in the kitchen abruptly stopped.

Wang Bing looked up and froze.

There was only one person in the kitchen.

A guy he hated to the core.

Ji Zuo said.

He was leaning against the stove, holding a glass of water, and smiling at him.

That smile looked very gentle and friendly.

But Wang Bing couldn't help but shiver.

We can't back down.

We cannot back down in front of Ji Zuodao.

He took a deep breath, about to speak, when he suddenly realized a problem.

Where is his father?

Within his perception range, there was no trace of his father's presence!

Wang Bing's expression changed instantly.

"Where's my dad?!"

His voice trembled slightly.

Ji Zuodao waved his hand and said with a relaxed expression, "Don't worry, your father is repairing the Great Wall right now."

"What the heck?"

"Don't worry, you'll be going to keep him company later, so you can go dig the Grand Canal; the project has just started."

What kind of nonsense is this?

Wang Bing was completely bewildered, but the malice in Ji Zuodao's eyes still made him involuntarily back away.

As he stepped back, he bumped into someone.

He turned around abruptly, and froze.

A face.

A face exactly like his.

No, to be precise, it's a face exactly like Ji Zuodao's.

The person stood right behind him, smiling at him.

That smile was exactly like Ji Zuodao's, carrying a kind of cynical and roguish air.

Wait, how come there's another Ji Zuo Dao?

Why didn't I sense it just now?

"Righteous Path, this body is yours now. Including his identity."

"You're half demon and half monster, so you can't cultivate. It's better to have a physical body."

Ji Zhengdao, standing behind Wang Bing, chuckled, revealing a set of white teeth:

"Thank you, brother. You're so kind."

Wang Bing felt that his brain had completely crashed.

He wanted to escape, wanted to call for help, but his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the young man who looked exactly like Ji Zuodao walked towards him step by step.

The smile on that face drew closer and grew larger.

Finally, it occupied his entire field of vision.