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

The giant sword stopped in mid-air, just three inches away from Huang Da's forehead.

The sword energy stung his scalp, and a few strands of hair drifted down, swayed in front of his eyes, and landed on the ground.

Huang Da froze, his eyes rolling upwards as he stared at the massive sword above his head, a sword powerful enough to cleave him in two. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"Gurgle."

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet factory.

Ji Zuodao didn't rush to sheathe his sword; instead, he tilted his head and looked at the little brat.

The little brat had a pair of wide-open eyes on its dirty little face, and it was making threatening whimpering noises, which it must have learned from some stray dog.

"Little brat, get out of the way, it's not your turn yet."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, his tone as if he were shooing away a troublesome little dog.

"If you get hacked to pieces, it'll be hard to reassemble later. I'll have to go through all the trouble of piecing it back together. Isn't that a hassle?"

Upon hearing this, the little brat not only didn't shrink back, but instead tried to charge forward again.

"Damn it, you little brat, what's it to you?"

In his panic, Huang Da disregarded the sword above his head, grabbed the little brat by the back of the neck, and shoved him back into Huang San's arms like a chick.

"Second brother, third brother, I'll hold this bastard off, you two take him and run!"

Huang Da lowered his voice, his tone urgent and deep.

"I'm going to use my secret technique. That'll give me a good beating, enough to keep you guys from running far away!"

"Big brother!"

Huang Er and Huang San's eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in their eyes, and their voices changed.

"No! Either we go together, or we die together!"

The little brat struggled desperately in Huang San's arms, kicking its little legs wildly in the air like a fish that had been brought ashore.

"Dad!!"

"Call me 'Master'! Call me 'Uncle' my ass! I'm from the Three Gorges! Just looking at you makes me angry, get lost!"

Without turning his head, Huang Da cursed, and the bone spurs on his body grew outwards even further, making him look like a hedgehog that had come to life.

Ji Zuodao stood on the opposite side, watching the scene of pulling and crying, and remained silent for three seconds.

Then he reached out and wiped the corner of his eye with his fingers.

"oops……"

"It's really touching. I'm a kind-hearted person, and I can't bear to see this kind of scene."

Huang Da San and the little brat were all stunned at the same time, and they all looked up at him.

His eyes shone with a faint light, like a drowning person grasping at a straw.

Could it be that this damned conscience has suddenly come back to life?

Then they saw Ji Zuodao grin, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, his smile was so bright.

"Since that's the case, let's die together. Take the bones and use them to make soup for Doggy, and throw the scraps back into the oven to be remade as my midnight snack. Perfect, not a single bit will be wasted."

Huang Da: "..."

Huang Er: "..."

Huang San: "..."

Little brat: "..."

The factory was silent for two seconds.

Then Huang Da took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and cursed, "Damn it! I shouldn't have had any expectations of a piece of trash like you!"

After he finished cursing, he stomped his foot, formed a hand seal, and began chanting incantations. The bone spurs on his body began to vibrate violently, making a buzzing sound, like a tuning fork resonating.

"I'm about to unleash my ultimate move! The White Bone Observation Secret Technique—White Bone Asura Body!"

With a roar, his flesh began to crack, and cracks spread out like a spider web, revealing the white bones beneath.

The bones seemed to come alive, growing, extending, and deforming wildly. Some pierced through the cracked flesh, while others bulged under the skin, stretching the flesh until it was almost transparent.

His arms had more than doubled in size, and sharp bone blades had grown from his finger joints, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

His spine pierced out from behind, forming a row of menacing bony thorns that stretched from his cervical vertebrae all the way to his coccyx.

The whole person looked like a demon from hell crawling out of his body, which was extremely terrifying.

Huang Da gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and sweat poured down his face like rain.

He turned his head, glanced at the little brat, and grinned.

That smile was tinged with blood, ruthlessness, and a hint of tenderness.

"Little brat, take a look, you look handsome right now. Just one look is enough. I'm probably going to die a horrible death later, so you won't have nightmares and wet the bed later."

The little brat looked at him, tears streaming down his face, and shook his head desperately, "Daddy! I don't want you to die!"

"Call me master!"

Huang roared, then turned around abruptly, glaring at Ji Zuodao, his aura reaching its peak.

"You bastard! Just you wait, I'll tear you to pieces in a minute!! You better..."

He had barely uttered half a harsh remark when he heard a lazy voice from the other end.

"Oh ho, there's a second stage? But your transformation animation is too long. Take this first."

Huang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The giant sword that had just left his head came crashing down again without warning!

With a howling wind and a destructive force, it slashed down!

"Fuck your mother!! You son of a bitch!! Don't you have any sense of decency?!"

Huang Da was completely numb.

You used a supernatural power to attack the Spirit Palace, which was already bullying enough. It's one thing to use your ultimate skill, but you also took advantage of the opponent's transformation animation to launch a sneak attack first.

Haven't you seen magical girls?!

Whose magical girl gets attacked by a tentacle monster before she can even transform?!

Despite the cursing, the sword had already come down.

Huang Da felt incredibly frustrated.

Damn it, he still wanted to look cool before he died.

Well, he didn't get to show off, and his death will probably be particularly gruesome.

Hopefully it won't be too tragic later, at least I'll be left with a whole corpse.

No, that bastard said he'd use his bones to make soup and recycle him for a midnight snack. He probably won't even leave a whole corpse.

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a weight on his back.

The little brat somehow managed to break free from Huang San's arms and climb onto his back.

He lay on Huang Da's bone armor, his little hands gripping the gaps between the bone spurs tightly, burying his face in the back of Huang Da's neck, his voice muffled, tinged with tears, yet also carrying a stubbornness:

"It's alright, Uncle, I'll stay with you."

Huang Da panicked, his eyes practically bulging with tears: "Damn it! Why aren't you running yet?! What was the point of me risking my life?!"

Huang Er stood to the side and gave a wry smile: "Brother, if you could have stalled for even half a minute, I would have run away immediately. But you couldn't even last three seconds. We might as well die together and save our energy."

Huang San nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, big brother, second brother is right, let's die together."

Huang Da almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I'm working my ass off here, and you two are just making me laugh.