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

Facing the ever-approaching Ji Zhengdao, Wang Bing remained as steady as a rock, not even bothering to dodge.

Why didn't you dodge?

Because you're not afraid?

No, no, no, because that bastard Ji Zuodao's pressure from the Divine Power Realm pressed down on him, pinning him to the spot so he couldn't even move a finger.

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

The steps were light and quick, with a bouncy rhythm, and the person was humming an unknown tune, which sounded like a children's song or some kind of country folk song, with a very cheerful melody.

It's like he's on a picnic with his mother.

Ji Zhengdao walked up to Wang Bing, tilted his head, and looked him up and down with the same picky look he had when choosing pork at the market.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

He smacked his lips, stretched out his finger, and poked Wang Bing's cheek.

"You've taken good care of your body. You're at the second level of the Dharma Aspect realm, with a solid foundation and enough muscle mass. It's just that your skin seems a bit thin, but it's okay. You can just eat more collagen to replenish it."

After inspecting the food, Ji Zhengdao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Ji Zuodao, who was leaning against the stove, and grinned, "Brother, shall I start eating?"

Ji Zuodao held up his water glass and gestured with his chin towards him, meaning, "Do as you please."

Ji Zhengdao turned back to look at Wang Bing, his smile growing even brighter.

That smile looked innocent and naive, like a friendly boy next door, with a kind of approachability that made people feel at ease.

But Wang Bing read something in that smile that made his soul tremble.

That was hunger.

A primal, undisguised hunger from the depths of the soul.

It's like a hungry ghost that's been starving for eight hundred years finally seeing a steaming hot feast of human flesh.

"Thanks, bro, I love you."

Ji Zhengdao said with a smile, then reached out and lightly scratched Wang Bing's chest with his fingernail.

Those nails looked ordinary and were neatly trimmed, but when they scratched the skin, they were sharper than a scalpel.

A gash appeared in Wang Bing's chest.

It wasn't deep, just enough to break the skin, and a fine layer of blood beads seeped out.

Wang Bing felt no pain.

That opening was too shallow.

But what happened next made him wish he had never been born.

Then Ji Zhengdao took a deep breath and crawled through the opening.

That scene was extremely eerie.

It's like a leather jacket that was originally only big enough for one person, but now they're trying to cram two people into it.

Wang Bing's body began to swell in an incredible way.

His skin was stretched to the point of transparency, with bulging veins and clearly visible blood vessels, as if it were about to burst at any moment.

The bones made a "creaking" sound, the joints twisted into abnormal shapes, and the whole person was like a balloon that had been blown to its limit, which could burst at any moment.

Wang Bing let out a series of desperate screams.

The sound no longer resembled a human's; it was more like the howl of a dying wild beast.

His body was expanding, twisting, and deforming.

A moment later, a large lump swelled up on the left side of his body, as if something was wriggling inside;

A moment later, the right side of his body deflated again, as if it had been sucked dry by something.

The skin kept bulging up and then subsiding, like boiling water bubbling away, which was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Wang Bing could clearly see something moving under his skin.

The thing, like a snake, slithered inside his body, searching for the most suitable spot.

Each time it wanders, it leaves a raised mark on its body, like the mark left by an earthworm crawling in the soil.

Wang Bing's screams grew weaker and weaker.

His eyes began to roll back, saliva mixed with blood and foam dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and the frequency of his body convulsions decreased.

It feels like a seat that can only accommodate one person, and now some unreasonable person comes along and plops down on you.

I don't know how much time passed.

It might be a minute, it might be ten minutes, it might be an entire century.

Wang Bing's body finally stopped swelling.

The skin, stretched to the point of being almost transparent, slowly contracted back to its original shape.

The blue veins subside, the blood vessels disappear, the bones are realigned, and the joints are straightened.

Everything has returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But Wang Bing knew that everything had changed.

Because there was something extra inside his body.

He could sense the presence of that thing.

It resides within his body, occupying his limbs and controlling every inch of his flesh and blood.

No, that's not quite right either. Strictly speaking, he is the one who is now the extra thing.

Wang Bing... no, he should be called "Ji Zhengdao" now.

Ji Zhengdao stretched his limbs and twisted his neck, making a "crackling" sound.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, then relaxed them, a satisfied look on his face.

"Hehe, Dog Master is indeed reliable. Is this what they mean by 'one generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade'?"

Dog Master had told him about this method before.

Using the strange trading rules of the realm, two people exchange their positions.

You become me, and I become you.

I'll be a human, you'll be a ghost.

Ji Zhengdao originally thought that he would have to pay some price.

After all, such a life-altering operation must have incurred some fees, right?

But the result?

There was no price to pay.

Because this body was such a perfect match for him.

To what extent do they fit together?

It's as if this body was originally prepared for him.

Wang Bing's destiny, bloodline, and physique were all perfectly matched with him.

When he crawled inside, it even felt like it fit him better than his own clothes.

Ji Zhengdao thought about it for a moment and quickly understood.

He is a demon born from Ji Zuodao, and is essentially of the same origin as Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao and Wang Bing are twins.

We are connected by blood and fate.

So this body felt as natural to him as coming home.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this must be the legendary 'excrement from a fertilized animal.'"

Ji Zhengdao muttered something to himself, then glanced at the inner demon huddled in the corner of his mind, trembling with fear.

That was Wang Bing.

He was like an abandoned stray dog, cowering in a corner, staring intently at Ji Zhengdao with eyes full of fear and hatred.

Ji Zhengdao grinned at him, revealing two cute little tiger teeth: "Don't look at me like that. I didn't do anything to you. It was just using your body for a bit, don't be so stingy."

Wang Bing let out an angry roar and tried to pounce, but was bounced back by an invisible force.

He's just a wisp of inner demon right now, completely clueless about inner demon business, utterly useless.

Ji Zhengdao waved his hand, looking impatient, and said, "Alright, alright, stop getting in my way. Go, go, go do what you're supposed to do."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a crack appeared out of thin air, pulling Wang Bing out and throwing him directly into it.

"I told you, I'm sending you to dig the Grand Canal. Funding will be tight in the early stages, so you'll have to dig by hand for now. Once the funding comes in, I'll get you a ladle or something."

Wang Bing let out a piercing scream as he was sucked in by an invisible force and disappeared into the crack.

The crack closed.

Everything returned to calm.