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

Even the officials involved in the incident turned green with envy.

As Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the giant tornado that connected heaven and earth, he felt as if his heart was about to stop beating.

His lips trembled, and his voice shook.

"Heroine... please stop your magic... If this wind blows any longer... even if we factor in the decades' worth of expenses for our Yin-Yang Bureau, we still won't be able to afford it..."

He wasn't exaggerating at all when he said that.

In just a short while, most of the surrounding buildings had been destroyed, and the streets were filled with ruins and devastation.

If this wind blows for a little longer, the whole street will probably be razed to the ground.

The compensation alone will be enough to keep the Yin-Yang Bureau busy for a long time.

At the center of the tornado, the Dark Lord's wings flapped wildly, stripping his feathers bare, but it was all in vain.

The violent vortex suddenly seized his body and dragged him violently into the core of the tornado!

At that moment, he felt as if he had been thrown into a giant washing machine, the kind that had its spin cycle turned on.

Countless wind blades relentlessly crushed his body from all directions.

His skin was cut open in many places, and the blood that seeped out was swept away by the gale and turned into a blood mist that dissipated into the air.

Scattered rocks and broken wood flew everywhere, whipping and tearing at his body with the swirling air currents.

The Night Demon King was helplessly spinning wildly in the storm, excruciating pain permeating his limbs and bones, leaving him covered in wounds and a gruesome sight.

On the ground, Ji Zuodao was holding Qiqi under his arm to prevent the little girl from being blown away by the wind.

He looked up at the figure spinning wildly in the tornado, whistled loudly, and shouted:

"Mom is awesome!!!"

Qiqi wasn't scared at all being held under his arm; instead, she excitedly waved her little fists and shouted, "Auntie is awesome! Auntie is the best!"

Beside him, Ji Zhengdao also looked up at the tornado in the sky and suddenly said, "Brother, you said the Dharma form of my body is Red Boy. If we bring Deputy Director Liu over, it feels like we could form a bond."

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Bonds? You think this is a video game? Building bonds? Are you trying to get a triple-red ultimate skill?"

Ji Zhengdao scratched the back of his head and chuckled, "I was just saying."

Dog Grandpa lay at their feet, his dog face displaying a strange expression.

Ji Zuodao's Dharma form seems to be the Styx Ancestor.

Styx Ancestor, Princess Iron Fan, Red Boy...

What kind of amazing family combination is this?

It's a good thing they managed to get together.

Dog-Grandpa grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and inwardly marveled.

Just then, Zhao Ya noticed that Qi Qi's braids were being blown askew by the strong wind.

She frowned. She had put a lot of thought into braiding Qiqi's hair, making it look beautiful. How could the wind blow it askew?

Then Princess Iron Fan raised her banana leaf fan again and waved it gently.

This time, it's not about fanning the air, but about taking it back.

As if receiving a command, the violent tornado immediately dispersed and subsided.

The swirling airflow quickly weakened, and the dust that filled the sky slowly settled.

The debris that had been swept into the air—twigs, GG signs, car parts, and all sorts of trash—fell back down with a clattering sound as they hit the ground.

Then a dark figure spun and fell from the sky.

*Smack!*

With a muffled thud, the Night Demon King crashed solidly to the ground, creating a shallow, human-shaped crater.

He lay there motionless, covered in blood, his clothes tattered, most of the feathers on his wings missing, revealing pink flesh underneath. He looked like a plucked crow, a truly pitiful sight.

Ji Zuodao leaned over to take a look and burst out laughing.

"Hey, this flashy thing is still alive?"

He crouched down and reached out to check the Night Demon King's breathing and pulse, confirming that the bastard was indeed still alive.

It has to be said that this cockroach-like vitality really does have a bit of the flavor of evil cultivation.

As a professional heretical cultivator, Ji Zuodao could tell at a glance that this show-off's current physical condition was quite a spectacle.

It's estimated that all the internal organs have gone to visit other places.

The large and small intestines went to visit the heart, the heart moved to the bladder, the liver and spleen and stomach swapped places, and the lungs and kidneys had a close encounter.

Anyway, things that should be there aren't, and things that shouldn't be there are all there; it's quite a scene.

However, what surprised Ji Zuodao the most was that although the Dark Night Demon King's skin had many tears, it was still quite intact overall.

Especially the wings of the Great Tengu on its back. Although most of the feathers have fallen off, the wing's skeleton and membrane are well preserved and there is no major damage.

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up.

He was just worried about how many days his period had passed.

We haven't gotten any decent local specialties yet.

Great, the local specialties have come to our doorstep!

Zhao Ya walked over, dusted off non-existent dust from her hands, and looked at Ji Zuo with a smile:

"Son, Mom knows you've got your eye on this flashy thing's skin, so I'm holding back. Go ahead and use it as much as you want, don't hold back."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao was so moved that he almost burst into tears on the spot.

He went up and hugged Zhao Ya, then gave her a big kiss.

"Mom, you're so sweet! Wait a minute, I think those flashy things have really cool big wings on them. I'll peel them off when I'm skinning them, and then your son will grill you big chicken wings!"

Zhao Ya beamed with joy as he kissed her, patted his head, and said gently, "Good boy, good boy. By the way, remember to tear it raw, so the wings will be fresh."

"Okay, Mom! You can hold it then!"

The conversation sounded so heartwarming, like a loving mother and filial son.

But the officials standing nearby felt a chill run down their spines.

Their faces were deathly pale, their lips trembled, and they looked at Ji Zuodao and Zhao Ya as if they had seen something terrifying.

Especially the Night Demon King, although he was lying motionless on the ground, he was still conscious.

He heard the conversation between the mother and son very clearly.

My body started trembling uncontrollably, shaking as if I had a small electric toy inside me that just wouldn't stop.

It wasn't the pain, it was the fear.

He had lived for so many years and seen many ruthless people, but he had never seen anyone so ruthless.

They were discussing how to skin him alive, how to tear his wings apart, and even roast him to eat, right in front of him...

What kind of monstrous family is this?!

Ji Zhengdao squatted down beside him, tilting his head to watch the Dark Night Demon King shivering, and asked curiously, "Brother, why is he always shivering? Is he cold?"

"It's nothing, just a normal reaction. I'll peel off his skin later, and he'll stop shaking."

"Oh—I see. Brother, can I help you?"

"Of course. Go, get your little notebook out. I'll teach you a few traditional Han Chinese crafts later. Remember, this is intangible cultural heritage, and it must be passed down."

"Okay, bro!"

Ji Zhengdao took out his notebook, squatted down to the side, and looked at Ji Zuodao with anticipation as he prepared to start work.

Dog looked at the family and grinned.

No wonder Ji Zuodao was born with a demonic orb; the root of it lies here.

This whole family are demons!