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

"Hmm, not bad. It's good to admit your mistakes and correct them. Come on, let me give you a live demonstration today, so you can see what it means to not waste anything."

"This stuff has a standard procedure, just like cooking. You have to add oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar in the right order, and the heat has to be just right. If you miss one step, the flavor won't be right."

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, looking like an old chef about to show off his skills, only missing an apron.

"Okay, bro!"

Ji Zhengdao was incredibly obedient. He immediately pulled out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, turned to a blank page, and struck the standard pose of a "model student listening to a lecture."

Back straight, eyes wide open, pen tip pressed against paper, ready to jot down key points at any moment.

If he looked like that, and the setting was different, and he was wearing a school uniform, people would believe he was a top student from a prestigious high school.

The problem was that his notebook cover still had blood that hadn't dried completely, dripping down the lines of the cover and falling to the ground drop by drop.

This scene is just so jarring.

Seeing his eagerness to learn, Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction, his expression like that of a father who had seen his child get perfect scores on a test, full of joy.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the Wang family members.

The look in his eyes... how should I put it? It was like you were picking fish at the market—this one's too skinny, that one's too big, this one looks like it was leftovers from yesterday, that one's eyes are all rolled back.

After going through all the choices, you're starting to feel really uneasy.

The Wang family members all got goosebumps when he swept his hand over them.

A tingling sensation ran from the soles of my feet all the way to the top of my head, and a chill ran down my spine, as if someone was stuffing ice cubes down my collar.

"Let me see, who should I choose?"

Ji Zuodao raised one index finger and waved it in mid-air, his movements like those of a seasoned gourmet picking out seafood in a restaurant, tracing his finger in the air while muttering something to himself.

The Wang family members stared at his hand, their hearts leaping into their throats.

If you flick your finger to the left, everyone on the left will shrink back; if you flick it to the right, everyone on the right will want to bury their heads in their chests.

Just like when a teacher calls on students to answer questions in a classroom, the whole class lowers their heads, not daring to make eye contact with the teacher, for fear of being called on.

The problem is, if the teacher calls on you to answer a question and you can't answer it, the worst you'll get is to stand as punishment.

If this man calls you, it could be a matter of life and death.

"Damn, is this some kind of roll call for the King of Hell...?"

One of the Wang family members muttered something under his breath, his voice trembling like a leaf, and he could barely speak.

Ji Zuodao ignored what they thought, closed his eyes, and began tapping his fingers up and down in the air, drawing out a long melody as if he were a child playing a game:

"Little rooster~ Whoever's pointed to~ I'll choose them~"

The sound was drawn out, with a nursery rhyme-like quality, and it sounded quite childlike.

If you didn't see the environment and just listened to the sounds, you'd think it was a kindergarten teacher leading the children in a game.

Su Xiaoxiao stood behind, her hands supporting her chin, her eyes filled with pink heart-shaped bubbles.

"So cute...so childlike...how can Xiaodaodao be so adorable?"

She muttered to herself, took out her phone, snapped a picture, then swiped it a few times and set it as her screensaver. She looked it over from side to side and nodded in satisfaction.

The Wang family members: "..."

cute?

Damn, we were scared to death!

childlike innocence?

Your family calls this childlike innocence?

Is your childlike heart capable of tearing people apart, skinning them, removing their bones, and slicing off their flesh?

Does your child use living people as teaching models?

Is this what they call "childlike innocence"? Does that mean all the evil spirits in hell are "innocent and naive"?

As the Wang family members watched Ji Zuodao's finger dangling in the air, they all desperately shrank back, pushing and shoving each other, none of them wanting to be pointed at.

Some people push those around them forward while hiding themselves away;

Some people simply squatted down, hiding behind others, only showing half their heads;

Some people even lay down on the ground, wishing they could curl up into a ball and roll into a corner to hide.

The scene was chaotic, like a scramble for discounted vegetables at a market, with everyone pushing and shoving, no one giving way to anyone else.

The person who was brushed past by Ji Zuodao's finger breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell. His back was soaked, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

Those who hadn't been called yet were all shrinking back, their hearts pounding in their throats like drums, audible from three meters away.

Some people have already started praying to gods and Buddhas, chanting incantations such as "May Buddha bless me," "May the Jade Emperor bless me," and "May Laozi grant my urgent decree." They have prayed to all sorts of deities.

They've even invoked Jesus' name; I wonder if Jesus himself cares about this kind of thing in Shanghai.

Finally, Ji Zuodao's fingers stopped.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the direction his finger was pointing.

He was a young man, about the same age as Ji Zuodao, in his early twenties. His cultivation level was only at the Spirit Sea Realm, neither high nor low, the kind that you would easily lose in a crowd.

The young man pointed at by Ji Zuodao was named Wang Liang. He was a member of a collateral branch of the Wang family and was usually invisible in the clan.

He sits in the corner during meetings, at the last table during meals, and is always placed at the very back when resources are distributed. Even the servants in the clan can boss him around.

His greatest wish in this life was to live peacefully, without causing trouble, without standing out, just to live a carefree and uneventful life.

But at this moment, he felt that his life might be over prematurely.

Wang Liang's legs suddenly went weak, like noodles, and he couldn't stand up straight. He swayed to the side and had to grab onto a pillar to keep from falling.

He felt his bladder screaming alarms, his sphincter straining desperately, but the urge to urinate surged up like a tide, wave after wave, unstoppable.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm going to die ....

The feeling of fear was like a bucket of cold water, poured over him from head to toe, soaking him completely.

He felt so wronged, more wronged than Dou E.

What does the mess that the head of the family and the others made have to do with him?

He had absolutely no idea about this.

He was just a collateral disciple, a nobody. He wasn't even qualified to attend family meetings. How would he know about the dirty dealings among the higher-ups?

He had never even heard of Ji Zuodao's name before, and this was the first time he had heard of it.

As a result, now, just because of bad luck, he was chosen by this man's "little rooster" and is going to be used as a teaching tool to demonstrate how to dismember, skin, debone, and cut meat on the spot.

Where can I go to seek justice?

The rest of the Wang family members breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ji Zuodao's finger stop on Wang Liang.

The sound of relief was so great, as if the entire council chamber had deflated; a collective "whoosh" could be heard throughout the chamber.

Then, they looked at Wang Liang with pity.

His eyes were filled with sorrow and regret, like those of someone attending a funeral.

Young man, rest in peace. We will remember you and burn more paper money for you during festivals.

Wang Liang felt the gazes around him, and his heart pounded with panic. His legs trembled like electric motors, and his teeth chattered, like someone not wearing a cotton-padded coat in winter.

Ji Zuodao looked him up and down, then curled his lip in disgust.

That expression was like when you pick up a piece of beef from the fresh food section of a supermarket, turn it over and over to look at it, only to find out that it's synthetic and expired.

"Tsk, a mere Karami in the Spirit Sea Realm, his level is too low."

Ji Zuodao shook his head, looking disgusted. "Even if you peeled off my skin and gave it to me as toilet paper, I'd still find it uncomfortable."

Ji Zuodao does have some taste. At this level, while it's good not to waste food, you can't just stuff everything into your mouth.

Wang Liang: "..."

Even toilet paper feels uncomfortable on your butt?

Why do those words sound so hurtful?

"Damn it, you piece of trash, get out of here and stop getting in my way."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, cursing and swearing, as if shooing away flies.

"Hey!" Wang Liang was stunned for a moment, then felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He turned around and plunged into the crowd. He was faster than a rabbit and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

For the first time in his life, he genuinely thanked himself for being a useless person.

Being useless is great, being useless can save your life!