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

Wearing a bandit mask, Wu Di put one hand on his hip and held the two golden drumsticks in the other, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Damn, it's been so long since I've worked up a good sweat like this."

He took a breath, looked at Wang Zanghai lying on the ground with only his head sticking out, and clicked his tongue twice. "This old bastard is really tough. No wonder he was able to escape from Third Master back then, turns out he's thick-skinned."

As he spoke, he picked up the hammer again.

"Come on, stop lying there pretending to be dead, get up and keep going. I'll beat you into submission today."

Wang Zanghai lay on the ground, looking at the figure wearing a bandit mask above his head, feeling extremely frustrated.

He's been a big shot in Shanghai for so many years, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

They were being hammered into the ground like nails, without even a chance to fight back.

He wanted to shout, "Who are you?", but every time he opened his mouth, the hammer would come down and smash him so hard that he couldn't even speak.

He could only lie helplessly on the ground, enduring blow after blow from the hammer, with only one thought in his mind—

Damn it, what did he do to deserve this?

……

As soon as the Wang family members shouted "Please invite the ancestor," Ji Zuodao stopped what he was doing.

He casually tossed the freshly pulled-out mutton spine—no, human scorpion—to the side, where it landed precisely on the neatly stacked pile of flesh, bones, and skin.

That pile of stuff now looks like a pork stall in a market, all sorted out and neatly arranged. Even someone with OCD would give it a thumbs up.

When the Wang family saw that Ji Zuodao had stopped, they thought he was scared.

They immediately perked up as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.

"Kid, you're scared now, aren't you? Just wait until my ancestor arrives, you'll be sorry!"

"It's not too late to kneel down and kowtow! Perhaps the ancestor will be in a good mood and leave you a whole corpse!"

"Hmph, a mere brat who hasn't even grown his first beard dares to act wildly in our Wang family? He doesn't know his place!"

They were all cursing and swearing, each one louder and more arrogant than the last; anyone who didn't know better would think they had already won.

Wang Zhenshan stood to the side, his face turning green.

It's as green as a freshly picked cucumber.

He was incredibly anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, wishing he could rush up and sew those incompetent teammates' mouths shut.

He's desperately stalling for time here, hoping to get a result from the ancestor.

You guys are really going to provoke them?

Do you want to die?

But he dared not say it outright—was he supposed to shout in front of the entire clan, "Stop cursing! Stop cursing! Our ancestors are crying for help too!"

Then he shouldn't be the clan leader anymore; he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

Ji Zuodao didn't pay any attention to the insults; instead, his expression was rather strange, as if he had heard a funny joke.

Divine Realm?

Don't make trouble.

In this world, who doesn't eventually reach the Divine Realm?

Ji Zuodao may not have many other advantages, but he has many powerful backers. Once Uncle Zhang's network of connections is established, there are countless powerful figures at the Divine Realm level. If he dares to show his face, he can expect to be hammered.

Besides, he had heard Uncle Zhang say that Wu Di and Liu Dongsheng were the two top fighters of Dongxing back in the day, and when they fought, it was like they were unstoppable.

One or two of them like to swing the mountain and smash people with it.

The scene was said to be like a disaster movie, with mountains flying around and smashing their opponents so badly they wouldn't even recognize their own mothers.

Later on, he cultivated his character and stopped mountain climbing, switching to ginseng cultivation.

Yes, grow ginseng.

It's like planting your opponent in the ground like a ginseng root, with only the head sticking out.

Therefore, Ji Zuodao was not flustered at all.

He even felt a little like laughing.

At first, the Wang family members were cursing quite enthusiastically, but as they continued, they realized something was wrong.

Damn it, why isn't the ancestor here yet?

Logically speaking, our ancestors should have emerged from seclusion long ago upon receiving the distress signal.

Why hasn't there been any news for so long?

When they looked at Ji Zuodao's smiling face again, they suddenly felt a little uneasy.

That smile, no matter how you look at it, looks like the expression of a cat watching a mouse jumping around in a cage—unhurried and patient, waiting for you to run out of energy on your own.

The group's shouts gradually subsided and eventually fell completely silent.

Cold sweat poured out in layers, running down my spine and soaking my clothes.

What did they just do?

They were just cursing a ruthless person who had skinned a living person three times and pulled out their tendons four times.

They were just swaggering in front of him, saying they'd get the ancestor to deal with him.

But what about our ancestors?

Where are our ancestors?

Ji Zuodao watched their faces gradually change color, and his smile grew even wider, as radiant as flowers blooming in spring.

"Don't be afraid, everyone."

He waved his hand, his tone incredibly kind and approachable.

"If you hadn't mentioned our ancestors, I really wouldn't have remembered. The Wang family does have ancestral graves, right?"

As soon as he said this, the Wang family members' expressions changed, and they had a bad feeling. What was he planning to do?

"Those old geezers' corpses are worth a fortune on the black market."

Ji Zuodao counted on his fingers, his expression like that of a middle-aged woman at the market calculating how much she spent on groceries that day.

"Whether it's turned into a zombie or ground into powder for use as an aphrodisiac, it's a hot commodity. Especially the older ones, which are priceless and in short supply."

As he spoke, he reached into the human skin bag and, as if by magic, pulled out several iron shovels, which he then threw on the ground with a clanging sound.

"Come on, whoever digs up the corpse of their ancestor, I will take pity on them and spare their life."

The sound of the shovel hitting the ground was particularly crisp in the silent council chamber.

The eyes of the Wang family members nearly popped out of their sockets.

They don't even spare the dead?

Are they going to take it out and sell it?

Is this guy even human?

Does he have a heart?

Even a demon in a dream couldn't come up with such a terrible idea, could it?

The group of people looked at each other, their facial expressions quite fascinating.

Some were terrified, some were angry, some were bewildered, and a few had shifty eyes, seemingly secretly eyeing the shovels on the ground.

Seeing their expressions, Ji Zuodao's smile grew even brighter.

He held up a finger and waved it in the air, his tone carrying a persuasive, enticing quality:

"I advise you to hurry up. Your Wang family only has a few ancestors, and every one you dig up is one less. First come, first served; those who arrive later won't have this chance."

"So? Anything you're interested in?"

"Don't miss this opportunity, everyone!"

Upon hearing this, the Wang family's expressions changed instantly.

Yes, there are only a few ancestors in the Wang family. If someone else gets there first, wouldn't we have no chance?

In a short while, several of the bolder and more survival-minded members of the Wang family began to quietly move towards the shovels.