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

After dealing with the Wang family father and son, Ji Zuodao took Ji Zhengdao home.

Anyway, Ji Zhengdao can't continue his round-the-world trip now.

This guy is wanted.

It wasn't just one country issuing a warrant for his arrest; it was a joint warrant issued by more than a dozen countries.

Japan, South Korea, Philippines, Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand, Myanmar, India, Australia, USA, UK, France, Germany...

Good heavens, a joint manhunt has been issued across four continents: Asia, Oceania, North America, and Europe.

The charges are varied: illegal entry, vandalism of public facilities, theft of national cultural relics, disturbing social order, assaulting law enforcement officers, suspected terrorist activities...

The Japanese say he broke the seal of a certain shrine and released some kind of demon.

The South Korean side claims that he stole a family heirloom kimchi jar from a national-level intangible cultural heritage inheritor.

The situation in Australia is even more outrageous, with reports that he attempted to kidnap a kangaroo and was charged with "alleged animal cruelty."

Why did you kidnap the kangaroo?

"I just want to try it out... I saw online that you can ride kangaroos..."

"..."

Ji Zuodao originally thought that the things he had done in Jinghai were outrageous enough, but compared with Ji Zhengdao, his little troubles were simply not worth mentioning.

This kid went out for half a month and managed to offend people on all four continents. Interpol has even started a case against him.

Is this something a human being could do?

But looking at it from another angle, being wanted is a good thing.

Ji Zuodao had long disliked Ji Zhengdao.

This kid is always out having fun. Today he posts a selfie of the Eiffel Tower, tomorrow a night view of the Tokyo Tower, and the day after that a group photo of the Sydney Opera House. His WeChat Moments are flooded with posts about him.

The accompanying captions were incredibly irritating: "The weather in Paris is so nice today." "The cherry blossoms in Tokyo are in full bloom, they're breathtaking." "The sea breeze in Sydney is so refreshing, though a bit salty."

Ji Zuodao wanted to smash his phone every time he saw this.

He clocks in and out here every day, working himself to the bone to earn money.

This kid is something else, traveling all over the world, eating and drinking the best food, and then posting it on social media to show off.

The key issue is that it's still using his money.

Now look what's happened, he's wanted by the police and can't get out.

Ji Zuodao felt incredibly relieved and patted Ji Zhengdao on the shoulder: "Perfect timing, I have a lot of work to do, you can help me out."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zhengdao's expression instantly became even more bitter.

He originally thought he had returned to seek refuge with his brother, but he never expected to return to work as a laborer.

This is not the script I imagined.

Ji Zhengdao opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but when he met Ji Zuodao's smiling eyes, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He knows Ji Zuodao too well.

When those eyes are smiling, if you dare to say "no," he'll show you what "the harsh realities of society" mean in the next second.

"Okay, brother, don't worry, I'll definitely do what you asked me to do."

Ji Zhengdao patted his chest and assured him, but the smile on his face was more like a grimace.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Ya woke up.

She slept very soundly.

Although the bed frame was a bit hard, the pillow was a bit low, and the blanket was a bit thin, none of that mattered. What mattered was that my son was by my side.

She stretched, sat up in bed, and glanced at Qiqi, who was still fast asleep beside her.

The little girl was sleeping on her back, the blanket kicked to one side, and a trace of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. I wonder what delicious food she was eating in her dream.

Zhao Ya smiled, tucked her in, then quietly got out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and went out.

Then she froze.

On the sofa in the living room, Ji Zuodao and "Wang Bing" were sitting together with their arms around each other's shoulders, looking like best buddies, as if they were wearing the same pair of pants.

A plate of peanuts and two bottles of beer sat in front of them, and the morning news was playing on the television, with the two discussing the international situation.

The two chatted as they watched, occasionally clinking glasses, creating a very harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.

Zhao Ya rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again, to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

The person sitting on the sofa was indeed Wang Bing.

Her son, who wished he could devour Ji Zuodao alive.

At this moment, she had her arm around Ji Zuodao's shoulder, clinking glasses with him and drinking beer, smiling like a flower.

Zhao Ya felt like her brain had gone blank.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself at a loss for words.

Damn, it's rising too fast.

Surprisingly, I saw that my two sons seemed to have a very good relationship.

Is she still dreaming?

Zhao Ya reached out and pinched her thigh.

pain.

It's not a dream.

So what's going on?

Zhao Ya felt she had missed a lot of the plot.

Dog Grandpa lay on the balcony, squinting as he looked at the scene inside the house, feeling utterly miserable.

Looking at Ji Zhengdao's smug expression and sensing the aura of a celestial being emanating from him, it couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

How come this bastard is so lucky?

He actually managed to use the body that belonged to a celestial child.

That's a celestial child!

They are born with good fortune, everything they do goes smoothly, every investment they make is profitable, and they can even win the lottery jackpot.

The entire Wang family was counting on this destiny to turn their lives around, but Ji Zhengdao snatched it away.

Dog Lord thought about himself and felt even more resentful.

That good-for-nothing Faming was given the position of Bodhisattva.

The title of Bodhisattva sounds impressive, but in reality, it's just an honorary title with no practical use.

He can only get through the three calamities. Damn it, he's not that useless Faming. Getting through the three calamities is a piece of cake for him. Why does he need to rely on any kind of fruition?

The more Dog Lord thought about it, the angrier he became. He buried his head in his paws and decided to stop thinking about it.

The more I think about it, the more upset I get.

Qiqi woke up too.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, walked out of the bedroom, and groggily went to the living room, where she saw two people sitting on the sofa.

One of them was her brother, whom she recognized.

another……

Qi Qi tilted her head, looked at Ji Zhengdao, and blinked.

She wasn't as bewildered as Zhao Ya, nor did she feel resentful like Gouye.

She tilted her head and looked at Ji Zhengdao, as if trying to identify something.

Then, she held up one finger, pointed at Ji Zhengdao, and said in a childish voice, "You are that...that..."

Ji Zhengdao turned his head, looked at Qi Qi, and grinned.

That smile was exactly like Ji Zuodao's, carrying a kind of cynical roguishness, but with an added touch of playfulness and friendliness.

He raised an index finger, put it to his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

Qi Qi blinked, then seemed to understand something, nodded vigorously, and imitated Ji Zhengdao, putting her index finger to her lips and making a "shh" sound.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and then laughed.