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

As the Dark Night Demon King was thinking this, he heard Ji Zuodao's voice ring out again:

"Hmm, that's about right. We need to give him some energy. That way, the skin we peel off will be fresh and the wings we tear off will be firm."

Dark Night Demon King: "..."

He stared wide-eyed at Ji Zuodao's smiling face, his lips trembling and his voice shaking: "You... what did you say?"

Ji Zuodao squatted down beside him, a small skinning knife that had appeared in his hand at some point, gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

He tilted his head, looking at the Dark Lord, his smile innocent and harmless.

"I'm telling you, you need to be a bit energetic so the skin will be fresh and the wings will be chewy. Don't worry, I'm very skilled, I promise I won't ruin them."

The Dark Night Demon King almost choked on his breath.

What the hell!

This guy isn't an animal!

This guy is worse than an animal!

Damn! How could it possibly be any good if it ended up in the hands of something like this?

He struggled violently, trying to escape, but Huizi's healing technique had only partially healed his injuries, and his body was still very weak, making it impossible for him to break free from Ji Zuodao's suppression.

He could only desperately shout, "Kill me! I've committed countless evil deeds! I deserve to die! Kill me! Now! Quickly!"

The voice was so shrill it sounded like a pig being slaughtered; even the tenor was shouting it out.

Ji Zuodao squatted down, patted the Dark Night Demon King's face, which had been swollen like a pig's head by his mother, and grinned from ear to ear, revealing two rows of neat white teeth:

"You little bastard, stop shouting and give your voice a rest."

"Otherwise, when you're being skinned alive later, you won't have the strength to scream."

Then, Ji Zuodao made his move.

A small peeling knife flew up and down in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, as nimble as a butterfly flitting among flowers.

The knife skills and techniques were so fluid and graceful, a feast for the eyes.

The Night Demon King felt a chill on his body, not a psychological chill, but a physical chill.

He looked down and saw that Ji Zuodao was peeling his skin off his body inch by inch.

Her skin was fair and smooth, with a thin layer of fat. Ji Zuodao carefully peeled it off, as neatly as peeling off a sticker, without any damage.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The Night Demon King let out the most piercing scream of his life.

But Ji Zuodao didn't even flinch. His hand movements remained steady and fluid, as if he were not skinning someone but sculpting a work of art.

After skinning it, he began to work on the pair of wings of the great tengu.

Ji Zuodao grabbed the base of the wing, took a deep breath, and then exerted force.

"Sizzle—!"

With a sharp crack, accompanied by the Dark Night Demon King's even more shrill scream, Ji Zuodao forcibly tore the Great Tengu's wings off his back.

Blood splattered everywhere, covering Ji Zuodao's face.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, as if he had just enjoyed a sumptuous meal.

That smile, combined with the bloodstains on his face, added a touch of wickedness and eeriness to his already handsome features.

The officials standing nearby felt a chill run down their spines.

No, you can skin me if you want, you can tear off my wings if you want, but don't laugh so happily!

While your smile is indeed quite beautiful, the problem is that you're holding a human wing that you just tore off!

Your face is still splattered with blood! Your bright smile is creepy, bro!

Something's not right, something's really not right.

This expert from the Han Dynasty looks like a heretical practitioner.

Even heretical cultivators aren't as wicked as him.

Sato nudged Keiko beside him and said in a low voice:

"Huizi, you should stay away from him in the future. See? Who's a good person who can be so happy while torturing someone? He's a pervert! And a top-tier pervert at that! If you get too close to him, I'm afraid he'll skin you alive and turn you into a specimen one day!"

After he finished speaking, he waited for Keiko to show a horrified expression and for her to say, "You're right, I'll stay away from him from now on."

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't receive a response.

He turned his head and saw Huizi staring at Ji Zuodao, her eyes sparkling with hearts, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid, and making a strange sound—

"Shh... Shh... Shh..."

Sato fell silent.

Seeing his girlfriend like this made him feel a little perverted, even during their daily life.

Ji Zuodao has also finished his business.

The two wings were neatly stacked on the ground, one on each side, looking just like chicken wings sold in the market, only several sizes larger.

The Night Demon King howled from beginning to end, until his voice became hoarse. His voice changed from the initial sharp and piercing sound to the final hoarse groan, like a broken bellows, panting and whirring.

He lay on the ground covered in blood, his skin peeled off, his wings torn off, looking like a pile of disassembled parts, a truly gruesome sight.

But he is still alive.

Ji Zuodao's technique was so good that he was able to keep him conscious throughout the entire process and prevent him from going into shock due to excessive blood loss or pain.

This is a technology, and also a cruelty.

Ji Zuodao stood up, stretched, and loosened his muscles, making a series of crackling sounds.

He wiped the blood from his face, revealing his clean, sunny face, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. The skin was peeled off quite intact, and the wings were torn off cleanly. The skill hasn't deteriorated."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the stunned officials beside him and asked with a smile:

"Everyone, would you like to give it a try? I'll teach you, I guarantee you'll learn, or you don't have to pay."

The officials from those days all shook their heads in unison, shaking them like rattles, in perfect unison.

"No, no, Mr. Ji, you're busy, you're busy, we won't bother you any longer."

"Yes, yes, please continue, please continue. We'll just take a look, that's all."

"Mr. Ji, we can't learn your skills, we can't learn them."

A group of people were talking all at once, their smiles looking forced.

Ji Zuodao looked at their cowardly appearance, pursed his lips, and didn't say anything more.

He crouched down and began to sort through his spoils.

He folded the human skin neatly and put it into the human skin bag.

He tied the large wings with rope and put them into the human skin bag.

As for the Night Demon King himself...

Ji Zuodao looked down at the dying thing on the ground with disdain.

This lump of rotten flesh seemed useless; the tendons and bones were all lumped together. After thinking for a moment, Ji Zuodao kicked him in front of Yamamoto Ichiro.

"Here, the man is yours. He's barely hanging on, deal with him yourselves."

Yamamoto Ichiro looked at the bloody thing on the ground, his lips twitched, then twitched again.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only bowed deeply:

"Thank you, Mr. Ji."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, turned and walked towards his family, calling out as he went:

"Mom! I've packed up the wings for you! We'll set up a barbecue grill later and grill some big chicken wings!"

"Okay, Mom's waiting."

"Brother, you're being unfair! I want some too!"

"Brother, Qiqi... wants to eat too."

"Woof, you brat, one barbecue, one spicy."

"Hehe, yes, yes, these wings are huge, they'll definitely feel great."

The officials watching the family swallowed hard.

Why does this place look so eerie?

Are there any normal people among them?