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

Wang Liang's sudden movement caused a commotion in the crowd, like dominoes, with everyone pushing and shoving each other.

Then, a middle-aged man was pushed out by the crowd, staggered forward two steps, and made it to the front.

That man was none other than Wang Qiang, the second son of the Wang family.

Wang Qiang's face turned green instantly.

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up, his expression one of delighted surprise, as if he had found a winning lottery ticket in a trash can.

"Hey, hey, hey! Yes, yes, yes! It's you! It's you!"

He stretched out his hand, pointed at Wang Qiang, and said with such excitement, like a host on a variety show who had just won a lucky audience member, "Come on! Show yourself, little darling!"

Wang Qiang's face changed from green to white, then from white to blue, like a chameleon—it was quite a spectacle.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Before he could finish speaking, a thick black tendon, like a live snake, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his waist with a "whoosh".

With a sudden tightening of its tendons, Wang Qiang was dragged along like a dead pig, leaving a long drag mark on the ground.

He tried to struggle, but the large tendons were tightly constricting him, tightening even more with each struggle, almost breaking his ribs and making it difficult to breathe.

Ji Zuodao reached out and caught Wang Qiang, who was being dragged over. He then looked Wang Qiang up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. With the foundation of the Dharma Aspect Realm, the muscles and bones are strong, the flesh is firm, and the fat is evenly distributed. As a teaching tool, it is quite qualified."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a small skinning knife appeared in his hand.

The knife wasn't big, only about the length of a palm, with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing. Under the light, it gleamed with a faint, cold light, and looked incredibly sharp.

Ji Zuodao twirled the knife between his fingers in a beautiful flourish, the movement fluid and pleasing to the eye, like magic.

"Hey bro, watch out!"

Ji Zuodao's voice carried a rare seriousness, as if he were imparting a family heirloom craft, his tone solemn:

"There are specific steps to removing tendons, skin, bones, and meat. The first step is how to make the cut, the second step is how to separate the skin and flesh, and the third step is how to completely remove the tendons. Each step has its own rules and cannot be done haphazardly. If you do it haphazardly, the skin will break, the tendons will be severed, and the meat will be shredded, then it will be ruined and worthless."

"Okay, bro!"

Ji Zhengdao's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some priceless treasure. He was so excited that he wrote down every word Ji Zuodao said in his notebook.

His seriousness was even greater than when he was acting out scripts in the Lingtai back then.

Wang Qiang panicked.

He was genuinely panicked.

He has lived for over forty years, seen a lot of the world, and weathered many storms; he considers himself quite a figure.

But at this moment, he was truly afraid.

That fear did not come from death itself, but from the unknown, the feeling of being dominated, and the despair of having no power to resist.

He spoke hastily, his voice trembling and choked with sobs, his words coming out like a machine gun, as if afraid that if he spoke too slowly he would miss his chance:

"No, no, no! Ji Zuodao! Listen to me! That incident back then had nothing to do with me! I was just someone who came up with the idea! The one who made the final decision was the old man! It was him! He was the one who decided to extract your essence! He was the one who decided to throw you away! It had nothing to do with me! It really had nothing to do with me! If you want to find someone, find him! Let me go!"

Ji Zuodao blinked, his expression as if he had heard some interesting news.

"Oh, there's an unexpected bonus?"

He turned to look at Ji Zhengdao, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Little brother, let me teach you something more sophisticated. Peeling skins with a knife doesn't showcase my skills. Today, I'll show you something else—peeling skins with your bare hands."

"Oh—" Ji Zhengdao clapped enthusiastically, the applause loud and clear, his face beaming with a long-awaited excitement. "I'm awesome! I'm mighty! I'm the best!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang collapsed completely.

Peeling skin with bare hands?

How painful must that be?

He dared not think any further.

Nearby, members of the Wang family had already closed their eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

Some people simply turned their heads away or lowered their heads, not daring to look directly in that direction.

They had only one thought in their minds:

Damn it, hell is truly empty, and demons are all around us.

And these demons are actually brothers working together, the kind that make the work effortless.

One person was in charge of teaching, and the other was in charge of applauding.

One person was responsible for doing the work, and the other was responsible for taking notes.

This scene is eerie and chilling no matter how you look at it.

The key point is that the instructor had a serious expression on his face, as if he were "passing on a family tradition."

The one learning the craft had a serious expression on his face, as if he wanted to inherit the craft.

What the hell kind of freak is this?!

Ji Zuodao acted immediately, starting the teaching process without any ambiguity.

He pressed down on Wang Qiang's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, his fingers spread wide like iron clamps, he gripped the skin on the back of Wang Qiang's neck.

"Brother, watch closely, this step is crucial."

"When you apply pressure, you need to apply even pressure. If you apply too little pressure, you won't be able to peel it off; if you apply too much pressure, you'll tear the skin off, and then it won't be worth anything."

"You have to follow the muscle fibers, like peeling an orange, one segment at a time. You can't rush it, you can't be impatient, you have to be patient."

As he spoke, he slowly exerted his strength.

With a "ripping" sound, like tearing a piece of wet silk, it was muffled and crisp, with a sticky texture.

On Wang Qiang's back, from his cervical spine to his coccyx, there was a neat, clean tear in the skin.

Before the blood could gushed out, Ji Zuodao's movements were too fast; the spiritual energy in his hand directly sealed off the capillaries.

But the pain was absolutely unbearable.

"ah--!!!"

Wang Qiang's screams echoed throughout the entire council hall.

The sound was no longer something a human could make; it was more like the desperate scream of a pig being held down on a slaughtering table, just a second before the chainsaw fell.

His throat was cracked; his voice was shrill and sharp, like fingernails scratching glass, giving people goosebumps.

Wang Qiang's body convulsed violently, his limbs kicking wildly as if he had been electrocuted, his whole body thrashing about like a fish thrown ashore.

But Ji Zuodao's hand was as steady as a vise, and no matter how much he struggled, it didn't budge.

"Don't move, don't move! What if you tear the skin crookedly? I'm teaching, don't make things worse."

Ji Zuodao frowned, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, as if he were blaming a disobedient student for causing trouble in class.

He continued what he was doing as he spoke.

He followed the incision with his fingers, parted it to the sides, and peeled off a large, intact piece of skin from his back.

The skin, connected by a thin layer of fat and a dense network of blood vessels, shimmered with a pale pinkish sheen under the light, looking just like fresh pigskin bought from the supermarket.

Ji Zuodao picked up the piece of leather, shook off the blood droplets, then turned around and handed it to Ji Zhengdao.

"See? The key to peeling it off is 'integrity.' The skin must be intact, without any damage or tears, with neat edges and uniform thickness. Only skin peeled off like this can fetch a good price."

"If your hand slips and you tear it, the value of this piece of leather will be greatly reduced. It's like painting; if you make a mistake with one stroke, the whole painting is ruined, understand?"

Ji Zhengdao nodded repeatedly, scribbling notes in his notebook while muttering to himself:

"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it. The key word is 'neat,' meaning neat edges, even thickness, and no tearing..."

After he finished writing, he looked up, blinked, and had an expression of eager curiosity on his face:

"Brother, when you were peeling it off just now, how did you apply force with your fingers? Did you use your fingertips to dig it in, or did you use the pads of your fingers to push it forward along the flesh? I think you used the pads of your fingers, but I'm not sure. Could you demonstrate it again?"

"no problem!"

Without saying a word, Ji Zuodao picked up the piece of skin that had just been peeled off, aimed it at Wang Qiang's back, and stuck it back on.

He smoothed the skin with his palm, aligned the edges, and gently patted it to ensure a tight fit, just like applying a screen protector, afraid of any air bubbles.

Then, he started over.

There was another "hiss".

Another "Ah—!!!"

Wang Qiang's screams were eight octaves higher than before.

If the previous sound was like a pig being slaughtered, then this sound is like the pig was still alive when it was slaughtered, and then it was stabbed a second time.

His body arched violently and then slammed back to the ground, shaking violently as if he were having an epileptic seizure.

"Did you see that clearly? I used my fingertips just now, which covers a larger area and makes it less likely to tear the skin. If you use your fingertips, you're more likely to poke holes in them, and then it'll be ruined."

"Oh—I see! I understand now."

Ji Zhengdao suddenly realized, lowered his head to add another line to his notebook, then looked up, his eyes shining:

"Brother, what's next? The next step is the cramp, right? How does the cramp happen? Does it start from the ankle or the wrist?"

"Start from the ankle. The tendons there are the thickest, so it's the easiest place to start. Look carefully."

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he reached down and grabbed Wang Qiang's ankle.

Wang Qiang's body trembled violently. He could no longer even shout; his throat was completely hoarse, and he could only make a hoarse sound, like a broken bellows.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and a pain that went deep into his bones.

His lips trembled, and with his last ounce of strength, he managed to squeeze out a single sentence from his throat:

"Kill...kill me...please...kill me..."

The sound was so faint, like a mosquito's hum, that it would have been completely inaudible had the council chamber not been so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Ji Zuodao looked down at him, blinked, and his expression seemed to be pondering a very serious question.

Then he shook his head and said seriously:

"That won't do. If I kill you, what will my brother learn? I haven't finished teaching him yet. Just bear with it for now, and you can die after I've finished."