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

Wow, Uncle Lin is being a bit frugal with his usage.

In this respect, Jinghai is not as good as Jinghai. When evil cultivators fall into Jinghai's hands, the women are used like men and the men are used like livestock. They are squeezed dry of every last drop of value before being reimbursed.

On Caiyun's side, things are much better; they even provide meals, even if it's just steamed buns, it's still food.

What a waste! Such a waste!

"Wait a minute," Ji Zuodao suddenly realized something, "If all the powerful evil cultivators are gone, won't you all be able to rise to power? When the tiger's away, the monkey becomes king. Don't you understand that principle?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Da's face contorted in a grimace, looking as if he had swallowed a bitter pill.

"What position? Daoist Master, you have no idea how despicable Director Lin of Caiyun has become since you left!"

"Have you ever heard of using the emperor to command the nobles? He forcibly dragged all the eldest sons of the noble families in Caiyun into Bureau 749. I don't know what methods he used, but those young masters and ladies who used to bully men and women are all like different people now. They are wholeheartedly devoted to the Party, incredibly popular, and all they think about is advancement and using the remaining evil cultivators in Caiyun as their performance indicators!"

"Master Dao, as you know, the evil cultivators of Caiyun all have some form of cooperation with powerful families. Those families know us better than 749! They know where our hideout is, what our secret codes are, what businesses we own, and they even know exactly where we like to patronize prostitutes!"

"They stripped them bare! Within a few months, except for a few who hid well, the rest were all sent to reclaim wasteland, joining the previous batch."

Huang Da's voice choked up as he spoke, and it was hard to tell whether it was genuine emotion or an act, but his eyes were red.

"After some discussion, we realized we couldn't stay in Dahan any longer. We might as well smuggle ourselves to other countries, grow stronger, and create a new era of glory!"

After listening, Ji Zuodao looked them up and down:

"Wow, you've improved! With your pathetic skills, how did you three manage to escape from that situation?"

That's a really sarcastic remark, but it's also the truth.

These three people are capable, but not by much.

In Caiyun's unorthodox cultivation circle, he was considered to be at a lower-middle level, the kind of person who couldn't even sit at the table for a meal.

Unexpectedly, he thrived in his daily life and did very well.

Upon hearing this, Huang Da waved his hand modestly, his expression as honest and simple as that of a farmer.

"Hehe, lucky me, lucky me."

In fact, the three of them also went to Caiyun's evil cultivation conference that day.

But upon seeing that bastard Ji Zuodao at the door, he immediately turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

At that time, they didn't know that Ji Zuodao was actually an investigator from 749; they only knew one thing—

Getting involved with this bastard will only bring trouble; running away is the best course of action.

As it turned out, their choice was correct.

Every single one of those heretical practitioners who entered the meeting was eventually rounded up and sent to the Gobi Desert to reclaim wasteland.

The three of them were spared because they glanced at the doorway one more time.

Sometimes, the survival rule for unorthodox practitioners is very simple: it's not about how good you are at fighting, but how good you are at running away.

Huang Er chuckled, "Master Dao, you don't know how great this place is! The level of evil cultivators is low, the official response is slow, and the common people are easy to fool. It's practically a paradise for us evil cultivators!"

Ji Zuodao waved his hand:

"Alright, I've heard your startup stories. Now, let's get down to business."

Upon hearing the words "serious business," Huang Da and the other two felt a jolt in their hearts.

coming.

It's time to come.

Huang Da swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Master Dao, what is the important matter you mentioned...?"

Ji Zuodao looked at them with a smile:

"You've been causing trouble and chaos in people's lives, making them miserable, and now they've come to me for help. Tell me, what am I supposed to do?"

Huang Da, Huang Er, and Huang San exchanged a glance, as if they had made up their minds.

In the end, Huang Da spoke first.

He took a deep breath, his fawning smile vanished, replaced by a look of resolute acceptance of death, as if he were heading to the execution ground, utterly solemn.

"Master Dao, say no more. The three of us admit defeat."

"Since you've come in person, there's no point in struggling. Take us away. Whether you kill us, torture us, skin us alive, or burn us alive, the three of us will do it without hesitation, without even flinching!"

Huang Er nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes! Big Brother is right! Daoist, don't be polite with us! Tie us up if you need to, kill us if you need to, we won't hesitate!"

Huang San went even further, pulling a rope directly from his pocket, holding it with both hands, and respectfully handing it to Ji Zuodao: "Master Dao, I've prepared the rope for you! Would you prefer to use this one to tie your hands, or is your own tool more convenient?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow.

That's something new.

This is the first time I've seen someone plead guilty so actively.

Those who know the situation might think they're confessing, but those who don't might think the three of them are fighting over who gets to pay the bill.

Judging from their posture, if conditions allowed, they probably would have tied themselves up and climbed onto the execution ground themselves, saving the executioner the trouble.

"Hey, what's going on with you three?"

Ji Zuodao didn't take the rope. Instead, he took half a step back, looked them up and down, and his eyes were filled with amusement.

"You're being so eager to plead guilty, something feels off to me. Anyone who knows you would know you're confessing, but someone who doesn't would think you're scrambling to pay the bill so you can run away. It's almost like you're fighting."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Huang Da and the other two froze simultaneously.

The stiffness was so extreme, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button; even breathing stopped for half a second.

Huang Da was the first to react, quickly waving his hands and plastering his face with a smile: "No, no! Daoist Master, you're overthinking it! How could we dare to hide anything from you! Our loyalty to you is as clear as day and night!"

Huang Er chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Daoist Master, we just think that since we're in your hands now, we should be quick and decisive, instead of dragging things out and wasting your time and ours. Don't you agree?"

Huang San nodded vigorously, as if he were on springs.

Ji Zuodao looked at their blatant attempt to cover up their embarrassment and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't say anything, he just quietly watched them.

Huang Da felt uneasy under his gaze, and sweat began to bead on his forehead, with beads of sweat, like soybeans, streaming down his cheeks.

Huang Er wasn't in much better shape; his back was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his body and feeling chilly.

Huang San was in the worst condition; his legs were trembling, and he looked like he might collapse to the ground at any moment.

After Ji Zuodao had seen enough, he slowly spoke:

"Oh, by the way, I think I just picked up a little kitten by the door. Is it yours?"

As he spoke, he reached into the human skin bag, rummaged around for a few moments, and then pulled out a little creature.

The little guy looked to be only seven or eight years old. He was disheveled, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his face was filthy, you couldn't tell if it was mud or blood.

He was dressed in tattered clothes and looked like a little beggar on the street.

But those eyes were surprisingly bright.

With a wildness and an untamed spirit, like an untamed wolf cub, it seems to want to bite anyone it sees.

At that moment, he had a piece of elixir dangling from his mouth.

The herb was entirely emerald green, emitting a faint fluorescent glow; it was clearly no ordinary item.

Ji Zuodao picked him up and shook him like he was carrying a disobedient kitten.

The little guy was dizzy from being shaken around, but he refused to let go of the elixir in his mouth, as if it were welded there, biting it down tightly.

Ji Zuodao looked down and was stunned for a moment.

Ok?

A miracle cure?

Why does this thing look so familiar?

He looked again—

Holy crap!

Isn't this my midnight snack for tonight?!

"You brat! You better let me off the hook!"

Ji Zuodao got anxious and reached out to pry open the little brat's mouth.

But the little brat was stubborn, biting the piece of elixir tightly and refusing to let go, making "woof woof woof" sounds like a dog guarding its food.

"Are you going to let go or not? If you don't, I'll beat you up!"

"Waaaaah!"

"Hey! I have a terrible temper! You think I won't knock all your teeth out?"

"Waaaaah!"

The two people, one human and one child, started clashing, biting and pulling at each other, creating a chaotic scene.