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

Zhou Langchen sighed, "You need to think this through. If you don't refine this inner demon, your essence won't be fully restored, and you'll continue to starve and suffer. You might not live more than a few years..."

"If I can't survive, I can't survive!"

Xiao Ji Zuodao stubbornly raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to let them fall.

"I can't kill my brother! I, Ji Zuodao, may not be a good person, but I keep my word! I said I would protect him, and I will protect him!"

After he finished speaking, seeing that the three masters still wanted to persuade him, he simply used his trump card—

First cry, then make a scene, then threaten suicide.

He cried, he cried for real, he cried with all his might, he cried so loudly that the whole mountain could hear him.

While crying, she shouted, "You are bad people!" "You want to hurt my brother!" "I don't want you to take care of me anymore!"

He was crying so hard, you'd think someone in his family had died.

It was really noisy, somersaulting left and right, just like Sun Wukong when he first came out of the Five Elements Mountain.

Hanging himself, that was a real hanging.

Other kids who resort to crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide might only end up rolling around on the ground a few times before they're done.

Hanging yourself? That's just a joke; who would actually hang themselves?

But that brat Ji Zuodao really did hang himself.

The rope was all tied up on the crooked tree, the rope was around his neck, the stool under his feet was overturned, and he was hanging from the tree like a salted fish, swaying back and forth.

If it weren't for Dog Master discovering it in time, this silly boy would really be gone.

When Dog rescued him from the tree, he was already strangled so badly that his eyes rolled back and his tongue was sticking out. He looked like a hanged ghost, which was terrifying.

The three doctors were terrified and quickly pinched his philtrum and patted his back. It took them quite a while to calm him down.

The first thing Xiao Ji Zuo Dao said when she woke up was, "Do you agree or not? If you don't agree, I'll hang myself again!"

The three masters were at their wits' end. They looked at each other, sighed, waved their hands, and said, "Do as you please, we're done with you."

Anyway, they had other ways to prolong Ji Zuodao's life. Although it was a bit more difficult and troublesome, it was still better than watching the kid actually hang himself.

Ji Zhengdao was possessed by a little demon at the time, and he cried his heart out in his spiritual realm, looking like a heartbroken man.

Although he is a demon in his heart, he also has feelings; he knows what is good and what is bad.

Although he was born from Ji Zuodao's negative emotions, he also had his own thoughts, feelings, and will.

He witnessed firsthand how Xiao Ji Zuo Dao argued with his three masters, smashed things, and even attempted suicide for his sake.

He witnessed firsthand that Xiao Ji Zuo Dao would rather starve and suffer pain himself than kill him.

At that moment, he secretly made a vow—

The kindness shown to me is greater than the heavens.

Ji Zuodao was his heaven, his everything.

Therefore, he was willing to do anything for Ji Zuodao.

Anything.

Including but not limited to: murder, arson, house raids and massacres, destruction of evidence, transnational crime, kidnapping of kangaroos...

Oh, the last one is a personal preference, so it doesn't count.

In short, Ji Zhengdao's loyalty to Ji Zuodao was ingrained in his bones, ingrained in his blood, and imprinted deep in his soul.

He was thinking that if he could get out in the future, he would hand Ji Zuodao the knife when he killed someone, keep watch when Ji Zuodao ransacked a house, and shout "666" from the side when Ji Zuodao robbed him.

It's that simple and straightforward logic.

Therefore, when he saw the Wang family members and learned what they had done to Ji Zuodao, his resentment was even greater than that of Ji Zuodao, the person directly involved.

Although Ji Zuodao also hated the Wang family, he was more focused on scheming, plotting, and maximizing his own interests.

What he wants is the Wang family's assets, the Wang family's businesses, and to make the Wang family pay the price.

But Ji Zhengdao is different.

He doesn't care about family assets, industries, or maximizing profits.

He only cared about one thing—

Those bastards bullied my brother.

It's that simple.

You bullied my brother, so you deserve to die.

You starved my brother for nineteen years, so I cut you into pieces.

A life for a life, a meal for a knife.

Fair trade, no deception of the young or old.

This is Ji Zhengdao's logic.

Simple, blunt, direct, and effective.

So, he stood in the center of that pile of severed limbs, a naive smile on his face, looking at Wang Zhenshan, tilting his head, his tone filled with a morbid excitement and fanaticism:

"Don't worry, old man, I won't kill you."

"I will let you live, live well."

"I want you to witness firsthand how the Wang family, which you've painstakingly built up your entire life, crumbles bit by bit."

"I want you to see with your own eyes how your proud descendants die one by one."

"This is the greatest punishment for you, isn't it?"

He said this and then laughed again.

That smile was innocent, harmless, and radiant with sunshine.

Two small tiger teeth gleamed under the light.

But in Wang Zhenshan's eyes, it was nothing short of a devil's smile.

The Wang family members were filled with a mixture of fear and dread as they looked at Ji Zhengdao's deranged state.

To be honest, although the Wang family has suffered heavy casualties, if they really go all out and attack together, they might still have a chance to survive.

After all, there's strength in numbers; even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them.

But the problem is—

Nobody dared to go up.

It's like encountering a normal person on the street who starts a fight with you. You roll up your sleeves and go for it. At worst, you'll take a couple of punches. Who's afraid of who?

But what if you encounter a mad dog?

That dog had bloodshot eyes and drool dripping from its mouth. It would bite anyone it saw and wouldn't let go once it had a bite. You dare to go near it?

Do you dare to go?

I certainly wouldn't dare.

The current Ji Zhengdao is like that mad dog.

When this dog goes berserk, it's either you die or I live; neither of us will survive.

Who wants to be the one "without one"?

The Wang family was incredibly bitter, feeling as if they had swallowed a bitter pill, unable to express their suffering.

Ji Zuodao's wild dog hasn't even arrived yet, but this mad dog alone has already given them a hard time.

What will happen when those stray dogs come?

Just as Ji Zhengdao was preparing to unleash another wave of "da da da".

A foot delivered a precise kick to his butt.

Ji Zhengdao stumbled, almost losing his balance, and was about to turn around and curse, "Which blind fool dared to kick your grandpa..."

He turned around halfway through his sentence and froze.

Ji Zuo said.

Ji Zhengdao's expression instantly changed, from the mad dog that looked like it wanted to devour people to a pitiful little wife. His lips trembled, his eyes reddened, and his voice was trembling with tears.

"Ouch~ Bro~ What are you doing~ You kicked me so hard~"

The tone, the manner, the coquettishness—it was completely different from the madman who had turned the council chamber into a slaughterhouse.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he wasn't the one who did that.

Ji Zuodao ignored his whining and pointed to the scattered limbs and broken arms on the ground, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly:

"Look at what you've done! Is this something a human being should do?"

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in the hearts of the Wang family members.

Oh my god? Isn't this Ji Zuodao? Wasn't he supposed to be here to wipe out the whole family? Why is he speaking up for them?

Could it be that... blood ties are ultimately unbreakable?

That's true. After all, they are blood relatives, and the blood of the Wang family flows in their veins. How could they really bear to kill them?

It seems this kid still has feelings for the Wang family!

Wang Zhenshan covered his severed arm, a complex expression on his face.

Just then, I heard Ji Zuodao's pained voice:

"Look at this, what a waste!"

"Especially those at the Dharma Aspect Realm, what excellent materials they are! Remove their tendons, and they can be used to make bowstrings for magic tools; peel off their skin, and they can be used to make armor linings; remove their flesh, and they can be used to refine elixirs and medicines; shave off their bones, and they can be used to make the base material for flying swords; drain their blood, and they can be used to draw talismans and inscriptions!"

"These are all resources! They're all money!"

"Look at it now! The tendons are torn, the skin is cracked, the flesh is shredded, the bones are broken, and even the blood has dried up!"

"What a terrible thing!"

"You don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you're in charge of the household!"

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he became more and more distressed. His expression was as if he had seen someone throw a wad of banknotes into a furnace and burn them, and he was heartbroken and stamping his feet in despair.

Ji Zhengdao lowered his head, looking like a child who had done something wrong, his hands twisted together, his toes drawing circles on the ground, and he responded with a wronged tone:

"Okay, brother, I understand. I'll definitely pay attention next time and carry forward the virtues of our Ji family—not wasting a single grain of rice on the table, making sure to use them thoroughly, leaving not a single hair behind."

The Wang family members: "..."

silence.

Dead silence.

They had just thought Ji Zuodao had come to rescue them, that this kid still cared about the Wang family, and that blood ties could never be severed.

Now they know.

It's all a fucking illusion.

Are angels the ones who stop the demons?

fart.

It was Yama, the King of Hell, who stopped the demon.

A Yama King who thinks the demons are too rough, wasteful, and lack sustainable development.