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

Despite being such a flashy guy, these people actually surrounded him as if he were a major threat, acting like "this guy is dangerous."

Looking at Sato's group, who were on high alert, and then at the Dark Night Demon King still posing on the rooftop, Ji Zuodao suddenly felt a little dazed.

He felt like he had wandered onto the wrong film set.

This isn't a scene of suppressing evil cultivators, this is a scene of recording a large-scale variety show!

Sato and his group were the unsuspecting extras, completely unaware that they were actually participating in a life-or-death struggle.

Zhao Ya, holding Qi Qi, also came over and glanced at the Dark Night Demon King opposite them, frowning:

"What is he wearing? He looks like one of those guys who sell alcohol at nightclubs. He's obviously not a decent person."

Qiqi tilted her little head and asked curiously, "Auntie, what is that uncle doing? Is he filming a movie?"

Zhao Ya patted Qi Qi's head and said with a smile, "Yes, we're filming a movie. It's a comedy, the really funny kind."

Dog Lord lay down at Ji Zuodao's feet, glanced up at the Dark Night Demon King opposite him, then covered his eyes with his paws and let out a low sigh.

I can't bear to look, I really can't bear to look.

It has lived for so many years and has seen shameless people, but it has never seen anyone as shameless as this.

If you're going to kill someone, then kill someone. Why do you have to do a live stream, pose like that, and recite lines? Do you think you're a stage actor?

Dogman felt he had truly seen something new today.

It used to think Zhou Langchen was shameless enough, but it never expected that there are always people more capable than oneself, and that there is always someone better.

Compared to the person in front of him, Zhou Langchen's shamelessness was practically kindergarten level.

At least Zhou Langchen knew to wear someone else's skin when he did bad things.

Ji Zuodao took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, handed a handful to each of Ji Zhengdao and the others, and then crossed his legs and started eating melon seeds.

"Come on, come on, sit down and watch the show."

"It's a rare treat to come all this way, it would be such a waste not to see a free show."

At this moment, the Dark Lord finally finished delivering his criminal declaration and began to get down to business.

With a wave of his right hand, a black mist erupted from his palm, condensing into countless black needles that rained down upon the ground.

Sato's squad was already on high alert and immediately launched a counterattack when they saw him make a move.

Then Ji Zuodao witnessed a battle that he would never forget.

To be honest, Sato's team's overall cultivation level wasn't bad; they were quite capable in this regard.

The problem is that their teamwork was just so...unsatisfactory.

How to put it? There was absolutely no cooperation.

Sato Oki was at the very front, wielding his katana with great skill and power, one strike after another, displaying quite a commanding presence.

But he was only focused on charging forward, completely ignoring his teammates' positions.

Meiyue was about to cast a spell behind him when he turned around and nearly sliced ​​off her head with a single blow.

Meiyue screamed in fright, and the spell in her hand went completely astray, hitting the wall of a nearby building and blasting a large hole in it.

Keiko wanted to help, but as a healer, she wasn't very strong in combat and could only watch helplessly from behind.

She wanted to give Sato a buff, but Sato was jumping around like a monkey, and she couldn't aim at him at all.

After finally getting a good aim, I cast a healing spell, but it hit the Night Demon King instead.

Not to mention the other team members.

Everyone was fighting their own game and running their own routes; there was absolutely no strategy involved.

Someone tried to flank from the side, but halfway there, they were caught in the blast of Sato's sword and nearly died on the spot.

Someone tried to cast a spell to suppress the enemy in mid-air, but as soon as they took flight, they were blinded by a flashbang from the Night Demon King and crashed headfirst into a trash can. Half of their body was stuck inside the trash can, with only their two legs sticking out and flailing about.

The scene was more comedic than any comedy film.

When people work together, one plus one is greater than two.

Their teamwork is one plus one, but they're still short by 0.5.

Ji Zuodao watched with great interest.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this, look at this, the teamwork is amazing."

He cracked open a sunflower seed, spat out the shell, and shook his head. "Anyone who didn't know better would think they were filming a comedy video. If this were on Douyin (TikTok), it would definitely get over a hundred million views."

Ji Zhengdao squatted down next to him, holding a handful of melon seeds, and imitated him by cracking them open while watching, occasionally letting out exclamations of surprise, as if watching a circus performance.

Qiqi sat on Dog Grandpa's back, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand, chewing them with her little mouth, her eyes wide open, watching intently.

Zhao Ya stood to the side, holding a cup of bubble tea she had bought from a roadside convenience store, slurping it down and occasionally offering a comment:

"That young man in the white shirt is quite skilled, but too reckless. That girl's spells are pretty accurate, but her aim is a bit off. Ouch, that guy who fell into the trash can, it looks painful."

The whole family stood neatly by the roadside, eating sunflower seeds, drinking milk tea, and eating candied hawthorns, watching Sato's team being completely outmaneuvered by that Dark Night Demon King.

Their relaxed and carefree demeanor made them look like they were there to watch a fireworks display.

That Night Demon King is indeed quite capable.

It's mainly his fighting style.

Well, it looks pretty good.

It's really beautiful.

Every move he makes carries a rhythmic quality, like a dance.

Raising her hand is an elegant arc, turning around is a smooth spin, and even dodging attacks is like dancing a waltz.

He looks just like the male lead in a Broadway musical; it's a feast for the eyes.

Ji Zuodao ate sunflower seeds as he watched, finding it increasingly interesting.

He took out his phone and glanced at the Dark Night Demon King's live stream.

Goodness, the comments were flying everywhere, so dense that I couldn't read the content at all.

The notifications for donations never stopped, one after another, pouring down like a waterfall.

Ji Zuodao stared wide-eyed at the amount of money donated.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

Good heavens! In just a short while, the donations have exceeded ten million yen.

This is even faster than robbing a bank!

Ji Zuodao's mind began to race.

If we recruited this guy and made him livestream killing ordinary people 24/7...

Han Chinese love watching this!

Think about it, those Qi practitioners in the Han Dynasty face a lot of work pressure and have a fast-paced life. When they get home, they just want to watch something to relieve stress.

Mukbang, funny videos, cute pet videos—these are all standard practice.

But what if there was a live stream where people were constantly being killed off 24/7...?

The scene was so beautiful that Ji Zuodao couldn't even imagine how popular it would become.

At that time, there will be Google integration, membership subscriptions, revenue sharing from tipping, and product promotion...

A complete industrial chain instantly took shape in his mind.

He even had the title for his live stream planned out—

"Killing by day, killing by night, killing every single day of the day. You rest, he doesn't. You sleep, he's still killing. This is the exclusive stress-relieving livestream room for the Great Han Qi Cultivator."

Ji Zuodao became more and more excited as he thought about it, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the smile on his lips became more and more radiant.

He looked at the Dark Lord who was fighting Sato's team in the distance, his eyes filled with admiration and longing.

Talent!

This guy is really talented!

It's a bit cringey and flashy, but that doesn't matter.

The important thing is, he can make money!

A good person is one who can make money!