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

But for some reason, Huang Da suddenly stopped being afraid.

He watched the approaching black greatsword, the blood-red runes entwined on its blade, and felt the terrifying pressure that could crush him into dust. Suddenly, he laughed.

The laughter came through the bone mask, carrying a hoarseness, a desolation, and a carefree, unbridled joy.

"Hahaha! Good! Today, I, Huang Da, can be considered someone who has faced a Divine Power Realm expert head-on! Good riddance! A worthy death!"

He opened his arms to meet the giant sword.

The giant sword slashed down with a devastating force.

Then, less than an inch above their heads, it turned into specks of light and dissipated into the air.

"Not bad, he has backbone and guts. I like him."

Ji Zuodao stood opposite him, arms crossed, a smiling expression on his face.

"I'll spare your lives today."

The factory was silent for a full three seconds.

Did they survive?

Huang Er was the first to react. He deflated like a punctured balloon, plopped down on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Huang San held the little cub, his face covered in tears and snot, laughing and crying like a madman.

The little brat also poked his head out from Huang San's arms. His dirty little face had bright, sparkling eyes as he looked at Ji Zuodao, seemingly lost in thought.

Only Huang Da remained standing in the same spot.

The expression on his face was priceless.

Because the bones in his body are still bursting outwards.

He didn't fully master the secret technique for the White Bone Asura Body; he only mastered half of it.

It can open but not close.

This was his go-to move for fighting to the death; once he used it, he never intended to live.

He wouldn't dare use it unless it was a matter of certain death.

He finally made up his mind, but then Ji Zuodao said he wouldn't kill him?

But damn it, his secret technique can't be turned off!

Most of his body was almost shattered by the bones, his skin and flesh were torn open, and blood seeped out from the cracks, making him grimace in pain.

Huang Da was almost in tears.

"No way, if you didn't want to kill me, you should have said so earlier! You had to wait until I started to self-destruct before you said you wouldn't kill me?! Are you playing me or just messing with me?!"

His previous heroic spirit vanished instantly, replaced by a strong will to survive.

"Master Daoist! Save me! I don't want to die! This is no good death! It's so pointless! I want to live! I haven't spent all my money yet!"

Ji Zuodao stood opposite him, arms crossed, head tilted as he looked at him, and clicked his tongue.

"Tsk."

"Honestly, I still prefer the way you used to call me 'dog.' Why don't you go back to calling me that?"

Huang Da kowtowed repeatedly.

"Master Dao! I was wrong! I was so wrong! You are my own father! You are my ancestor! Please save me! I can't hold on much longer!"

As he shouted, the bones in his body were still cracking and popping out.

"Alright, stop howling. Look at your pathetic state."

Ji Zuodao strode forward, grabbed Huang Da by the back of the neck, and lifted him up like a chick.

Huang Da's bones were sticking out of his body, making him look like a pangolin that had come to life. He was covered in blood and looked terrible.

In fact, Huang Da's secret method of the White Bone Temple is a series of evil arts similar to the Hungry Ghost Mouth technique used by Ji Zuodao before.

To put it simply, it's about sacrificing oneself to summon those hungry ghosts, Asuras, and other such creatures from the six realms to possess one's body, and then using their power to fight.

Its power is indeed quite good.

The side effects are quite severe; even if you don't die, you'll be half-dead.

Of course, it depends on who uses this thing.

Huang Da used his ultimate move, a move that would lead to mutual destruction, and once he finished using it, he could basically start preparing for his funeral.

But if it were Ji Zuodao, he'd be too tough. He could be used as a basic attack user, and after he was done, he could still yawn and ask what to eat for dinner.

Although Ji Zuodao had not learned the secret methods of the White Bone Temple, he knew exactly how to close the door.

This thing doesn't need any complicated rituals or formations; all you need is a strong enough connection.

He shook his hand, swung his arm, and slapped Huang Da across the face.

"You brat who just graduated from the Asura Path, get the hell out of here! This is none of your business!"

The slap was crisp and clear, and it echoed in the empty factory.

"What? You won't listen?"

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow and raised his voice eight octaves.

"Damn it, do you even know who I'm with? Don't you even know who in the whole of Hell doesn't know that I, Ji Zuodao, am a lackey of Seventh Master and Eighth Master? If you say another word, do you believe I can make sure you can't stay in Hell? Huh?"

It's strange, really.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bones in Huang Da's body that were desperately growing outwards stopped abruptly, as if they had received some kind of command.

Not only did it stop, but the bone fragments that had already emerged were also retracting, shrinking back as quickly as mice seeing a cat.

Huang Da, Huang Er, and Huang San were all dumbfounded.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was so open it could fit a fist, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Holy crap?

Daoist Master's connections are incredibly strong, aren't they?

Are there people below?

How badly will the guy who offended this bastard suffer?

Physical extermination is just the most basic thing; the key is that their business scope has expanded to the underworld.

Who can stand this?

Based on their understanding of Ji Zuodao, he was definitely someone who would never find peace, even in death.

Huang Dazheng was relieved to have escaped with his life when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked down and saw Ji Zuodao squatting beside him, his hands rummaging over his body like he was picking out a watermelon, patting here and pinching there, while muttering something under his breath.

"Hmm... this one's good, thick and long enough... that one's fine too, it looks pretty sturdy..."

Huang Da's lips twitched: "Um... Daoist Master, the one who possessed me has already left. My bones can retract on their own, so you don't need to trouble yourself..."

"Hey, don't accept it!"

Ji Zuodao didn't even look up, his hands moving non-stop, as if he were rushing to buy something. He deftly broke off a few bone sticks, weighed them in his hand, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Since we're already here, I'll break off a few bones to take home and make soup. Your bones are of good quality; the marrow must be delicious. I love that."

Huang Da looked at the bones that had been broken off his body and felt like crying but had no tears.

No, are you here to rescue me or to buy some goods?

The little brat nestled in Huang San's arms, poking half his head out, his bright eyes fixed on Ji Zuodao. After staring at him for a while, he suddenly spoke:

"Uncle, this guy seems even worse than you."

Huang Dalian nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, you're right, little brat. This guy is wicked, wicked to the core. Even though we're evil cultivators, we can't be this wicked. You must never be like him when you grow up..."

"Snapped!"

He was slapped on the back of the head.

Ji Zuodao withdrew his hand and glared at him irritably: "Speaking ill of me to my face? Do you think I'm deaf?"

Huang Da rubbed the back of his head, muttering with a wronged expression, "I was just disciplining the child..."