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

Having just emerged from the dark and gloomy ancient tomb, Qiqi was filled with curiosity about the world outside the car window.

She clung to the car window, her pale purple eyes wide open, watching the street, pedestrians, and vehicles rushing past. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she would occasionally let out a soft "wow."

"Brother, that box that moves looks just like the one we're sitting in, what is it?"

"That's a car, um... made of iron, powered by oil or electricity, and when a person sits inside, it can carry them very fast."

"That... floating, fragrant thing, what is it?"

"Roasted sweet potato... Qiqi, do you want some? I'll buy it for you."

Ji Zuodao's voice was so gentle it could melt your heart, patiently answering each of Qi Qi's naive yet intriguing questions.

His "caring older brother" demeanor made the dog in the back seat almost stand on end, letting out a disgusted growl.

That brat! The last time I was so gentle and persuasive, I tricked him into stealing the old wine that those three old ghosts had hidden away. In the end, he took the blame for everything!

Not long after, the car drove into Seven Colors Media Co., Ltd.

Just as Ji Zuodao got out of the car with Qiqi by the hand, they bumped into Liu Ming, who was carrying a large stack of documents and walking hurriedly.

"Hey! Li Shuwen?"

Liu Ming's eyes lit up, and his gaze bypassed Ji Zuodao, locking onto Li Shuwen, who was following behind with a distressed expression.

"What a rare guest, Old Li! Didn't you just leave last month? What's wrong, missing home again?"

Liu Ming, holding the documents, came over with a beaming smile, as if he were seeing a long-lost brother.

"What's the reason for this this time? A clearance sale of erotic images, and it got reported by concerned citizens?"

He skillfully freed one hand and made a gesture as if to put his arm around Li Shuwen's shoulder.

"What a coincidence! It's room number 18, the same one as last time. It was just cleaned, well-ventilated, sunny, quiet, and comfortable. Come on, let me take you in. I know all the procedures!"

"Get out of here!"

Li Shuwen slapped Liu Ming's hand away impatiently, adjusted his glasses, and tried his best to maintain the last bit of dignity of a scholar.

"Scholarly matters... never mind, I'm not going to argue with you! I'm here to bail out my master! Hurry up and lead the way to get the paperwork done!"

"oh--!"

Liu Ming drew out his words, then suddenly realized what he meant, and his smile widened, accompanied by winking and making faces.

"So, master and disciple are returning home together? What, yesterday our bureau raided several brothels belonging to the Hehuan Sect, and your master got arrested too? Well, Old Li, are you planning to gather at our 749 Bureau for a New Year's reunion?"

"The Ji brothers."

Liu Ming turned his head, shoved the documents in his hand into Ji Zuodao's hands, and winked.

"Do me a favor, could you please deliver this stack of urgent documents to Mr. Zhou's office for his signature on your way? I'll treat you to dinner later, you can choose the place!"

Without waiting for Ji Zuodao's reply, he stretched out his arm, hooked Li Shuwen's neck again, and half-dragged, half-pulled him into the building.

He muttered to himself in a low voice as he walked, but the volume was just enough for the people behind him to hear him:

"Old Li, to be honest, how did you end up in Brother Ji's hands? You didn't... try to sell those lewd pictures to him, did you?"

"Go away! Scholarly matters...that's called opportunity! Artistic exchange! What do you know...Ouch, be gentle!"

Ji Zuodao, holding the documents, watched the two figures disappear into the building, arm in arm, seemingly familiar with the place. His lips twitched involuntarily.

Goodness, judging by this, this "handsome scholar" must be a VIP customer of their 749th Bureau Detention Center, an annual member? He seems to know his way around "home" so well?

He shook his head and was about to walk inside with the documents when he felt his trouser leg being gently tugged.

Looking down, he saw Qiqi looking up at him intently with her pale purple eyes.

Then, stretching out his two little arms, heaving and struggling, he lifted the stack of documents in his arms that was almost blocking his view above his head.

"Brother, it's heavy. Qiqi will help you carry it."

The document almost completely obscured her small body, revealing only a pair of clear eyes and half a small bun.

Ji Zuodao squatted down and gently touched Qiqi's cool, soft cheeks.

"Qiqi is so good."

"Don't worry, even if my brother throws a tantrum, cries and screams, he'll still get the best treatment for Qiqi."

Qiqi didn't quite understand what "throwing a tantrum" and "treatment" meant, but she could feel her brother's determination and how good he was to her.

Holding the documents, she tilted her head slightly, revealing a small, somewhat stiff but earnest smile.

"Thank you, brother."

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He clutched his chest, slowly stood up, and felt a little short of breath.

Ah, I'm dead.

I'm dying from cuteness.

"Woof! Ptooey!"

From the side came Dog's undisguised contempt. It glanced sideways at Ji Zuodao's pathetic appearance, spat, and its dog face was full of "Look at your pathetic self."

Then, it flicked its tail, swaggered like an old man, and took the lead into the building.

What a good-for-nothing.

The entrance to the personnel department office of Bureau 749.

dong dong dong.

"Enter."

Zhou Lao's steady voice came from inside.

Ji Zuodao adjusted his expression, put on his signature smile that was slightly ingratiating but not excessive, and pushed the door open to enter.

"Mr. Zhou, are you busy? I've brought you some documents!"

Behind his desk, Zhou Jianguo, with gray hair and reading glasses, looked up from a pile of reports, saw Ji Zuodao, and smiled.

"Oh, it's Xiao Ji. Thank you for your hard work. Did that brat Liu Ming slack off again and make you run errands? Where are the documents?"

"Here it is!"

Ji Zuodao stepped aside to clear the doorway.

A small figure, barely taller than a desk, walked in carrying a stack of documents that almost covered her entire upper body. Her steps were a little stiff but steady.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho..."

She stood on tiptoe, carefully lifting the document high and placing it gently on the edge of the large desk, even using her little finger to push it neatly.

Then, she took a half step back, tilted up her small face that had been hidden by documents for so long, and looked at Zhou Jianguo with her pale purple eyes. She said very seriously and slowly:

"Hello, Grandpa~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of childish innocence, yet strangely earnest and old-fashioned.

Zhou Jianguo's smile faltered slightly.

He pushed up his reading glasses, squinted, and his sharp gaze swept over Qi Qi's excessively pale face.

The faded but still firmly attached talisman on his forehead.

He was wearing an oversized, mud-covered official robe from the previous dynasty that was clearly ill-fitting.

And the faint yet undeniable chill emanating from her, so different from that of the living.

Zombies?

He made the judgment almost instantly.

Having worked at Bureau 749 for so many years, what strange and bizarre things haven't I seen?

but……

A talking zombie?

Still so young?

Such innocent eyes?

This is different from the zombies he knew.

The problem is, it's broad daylight now, and the sun is high in the sky.