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

When the officials brought the surviving "Sato family" back to the hotel, Sato was trembling all over.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

Today was like a rollercoaster ride for him, the kind without seatbelts, soaring into the sky one moment and plunging into the earth the next, making him feel like throwing up.

First, the Dark Night Demon King treated them like dirt; then, Ji Zuodao skinned and tore off the Dark Night Demon King's wings right in front of him; and then came the devastating news that his entire family had been wiped out.

He was so engrossed in his chair that he had already decided which rooftop to go to.

The results of it?

As it turned out, his parents didn't die, his sister didn't die, and his uncle didn't die either!

The whole family died... well, just those hundreds of relatives died.

What's this called?

This is truly a blessing from heaven!

So when he saw that family, Sato's tears streamed down his face like a burst dam, unstoppable.

He opened his arms and rushed towards the family, his posture like a swallow returning to its nest, which was very touching.

"Odo-san! Oga-san! Imo-do! Oji-san!"

Sato's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was trembling.

The family opposite them were stunned for a moment. Instead of rushing over, they all turned their heads and secretly glanced at Ji Zuodao standing next to them, as if they were confirming something.

Seeing Ji Zuodao nod slightly, they seemed to receive an order and ran towards Sato with tears in their eyes.

"son!"

"son!"

"son!"

The three calls, spoken in unison, were remarkably synchronized.

Sato was taken aback.

It's fine for his parents to call him that; it's only right.

Uncle, what's wrong with you?

Why are you calling him "son" now? My dad's standing right here! Aren't you just messing around?

Shouldn't you shout it secretly when no one is around?

Before he could think it through, the fourth tone came—

"son!"

Sato looked down and saw his little sister, who was only waist-high, looking up at him earnestly and calling out "Son!"

Sato was completely dumbfounded.

No, little sister, what did you just call me?

You're my sister, I'm your brother, and you call me son?

This is outrageous!

What do you say in Mandarin again? This is called utter treason!

"Ahem!"

"Sato's father" coughed, gave the two who were shouting nonsense a furtive glance, then turned to Sato, a kind smile spreading across his face, and explained:

"Son, your sister and uncle were frightened today, and they're still a little dazed. Don't mind them."

Sato suddenly realized and nodded: "Oh, I see. I understand, after all, you've been through something like that..."

He reached out to touch his sister's head to comfort her.

The little girl turned her head away from his hand, staring at him warily, and made a low whimper, like a puppy guarding its food.

Sato didn't pay much attention, assuming that his younger sister was just frightened and wary of everyone.

Indeed, almost the entire family was wiped out; out of over a hundred people, only five remained. It was a truly tragic situation.

Anyone would develop PTSD in that situation.

"Sato's father" glanced around, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Himezamichi, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed a finger at Himezamichi, his voice trembling with excitement:

"It's him! It's him! It's him! My benefactor!"

Sato was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Sato's father" rushed to Himezamichi in three strides, grabbed his hand, and looked as if he had seen his second parents:

"Sato! Quick! Come here and kowtow! Call him godfather!"

Sato was bewildered again: "Wait, Dad, why do I feel like your brain isn't working so well anymore?"

"Oh dear, you don't know!"

"Sato's father" slapped his thigh and began to tell the story vividly:

"This morning I went out for a walk and ran into this young man. As soon as he saw me, he grabbed my hand and said, 'Old man, I see a dark aura on your forehead. You're sure to have a bloody disaster today!' You know, your mother and I are very superstitious about this stuff. I panicked as soon as I heard that and quickly asked him what to do. He said, 'It's simple. Don't stay at home today. Take your whole family out for a day trip. The farther the better. Don't come back before dark.'"

"I figured I didn't have anything else to do, so I took my family to Hakone for a hot spring. And guess what? We'd barely left when this disaster struck! If it weren't for this young man, our whole family would have been gone!"

The "mother" and "uncle" beside them nodded incessantly, like chicks pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, that's it!" "Our saviors! Our life-saving grace!"

Sato listened, completely stunned.

Is that how it is?

He had heard of this; in the Han Dynasty, it was called fortune telling, right?

He had long heard that fortune tellers were everywhere in the Han Dynasty, and that they were all said to be able to predict the future and know five hundred years into the past and five hundred years into the future.

He initially thought it was all a scam, but it turned out to be true!

Sri Lanka is number one!

His gaze toward Ji Zuodao now held a hint of awe.

This guy is not only good at fighting, skinning, and roasting chicken wings, but he can also tell fortunes?

This is fucking comprehensive!

Sato was quite grateful to Himezado, after all, Himezado had saved his entire family, and that was a great favor.

But to recognize a godfather?

It doesn't seem necessary, does it?

You could easily give a large sum of money as a thank you!

Uh, wait a minute.

He suddenly remembered a cruel truth—

He ran out of money.

As a genius of the Sato family, he was always supported by the family, and his monthly allowance was an astronomical figure, which he could spend however he wanted.

But now his family has been wiped out, his business burned down, and this genius has become penniless overnight.

As for the meager salary at the Yin-Yang Bureau?

Stop joking, that little bit of money isn't even enough for him to have a meal.

Sato was trying to figure out how to politely refuse the "adoptive father" proposal when his little sister spoke up again.

"Brother, it's alright, you don't need to acknowledge him as your father."

Sato was secretly pleased; his younger sister was so sensible, knowing to help her brother out of a predicament.

Then his sister continued, "You should acknowledge him as your brother-in-law; I want to marry him. There's a saying in the Han Dynasty: 'A life-saving grace can never be repaid without offering oneself.'"

Sato nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

No, little sister, your line of thinking is even more outrageous than recognizing a godfather!

How old are you? You're already thinking of offering yourself to him?

Sato looked at his younger sister with a pained expression, thinking: You could actually be a slave to me, you don't necessarily have to offer yourself in return...

Before he could even speak, his "mother" spoke up again:

"Son, don't force yourself. If you don't want a godfather, you can have a real father. I think he's quite handsome, and your mother won't lose out."

Sato: "..."

He slowly turned his head to look at his "father".

Then he saw his "father" standing next to him, with an expression that said, "I think this makes a lot of sense," and nodding.

nod!

You nod your head like a bastard!

Your wife is going to marry someone else, and you're still nodding in agreement?!

Sato felt his worldview was collapsing.

Oh no, oh no, it seems like my whole family has been scared out of their wits; they're all talking nonsense.

His father wants him to find a godfather, his sister wants him to find a brother-in-law, and his mother wants him to find a proper father...

Were his family terrified, or were they under a curse?