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

"Godfather! Please accept my bow!"

Without saying a word, Sato knelt down with a "thump," the sound of his knees hitting the ground crisp and pleasant, yet painful to hear.

Having an extra godfather is better than having an extra brother-in-law and a proper father, right?

He can still figure out this score.

Ji Zuodao stood opposite him, looking at Sato kneeling in front of him with a very strange expression on his face.

He was secretly overjoyed.

Huang Da and his two companions truly live up to their reputation as legitimate heretical cultivators; they're quite adept at manipulating people.

Especially that little brat, the way he said "I want to marry him" was so natural and so confident, it already showed signs of him becoming a heretic, much more sinister than when he was a child.

Ji Zuodao recalled the first time Huang Da and the others put on human skin, and they were so disgusted that they almost vomited.

After all, it's like skin peeled off someone else and stuck to your own body; just thinking about it makes you feel disgusted.

But what about the little brat?

Instead of being disgusted, the person was excited. After putting it on, they twirled around twice, then happily touched their new face, looking extremely satisfied.

It's as if this human skin is some kind of designer clothing.

He even showed off everywhere, constantly asking Huang Da, "Dad, Dad, am I especially cute now?"

Huang Da wanted to punch him right then and there.

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

This little brat has potential! He's a born devil!

Returning to the topic, Sato knelt on the ground, pondering in his mind.

He felt that since he had already knelt down, he couldn't just accept a godfather and call it a day, could he?

That's such a bad deal.

He's already paid such a high price; he has to get something back somehow.

So he looked up at Ji Zuodao, a earnest expression on his face:

"Godfather! Help your son!"

"My son wants to capture those evil cultivators to appease the spirits of the Sato family in heaven!"

As he said this, his eyes reddened again, and he seemed to have some genuine feelings about it.

After all, those who died, even if they were only from collateral branches, still shared the same surname as him. You can't write two Satos with the same pen.

Ji Zuodao looked down at him, inwardly marveling.

People living a simple life are just different, huh?

The first time he called out "godfather," he was a little hesitant, a little awkward, and a little embarrassed.

But this second "godfather" came out so smoothly, as if he had been saying it for decades.

Their adaptability is truly remarkable.

Ji Zuodao reached out and patted Sato on the shoulder, a kind smile spreading across his face—the kind of crocodile-like kindness, of course.

"Good son, get up. Since you've already called me godfather, I can't let you call me godfather for nothing. Leave the matter of those evil cultivators to me."

Upon hearing this, Sato was overjoyed and kowtowed again, saying, "Thank you, Godfather!"

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, signaling him to get up, then added in his mind:

Don't worry, son. Your godfather has already taken care of those evil cultivators.

They're standing right next to you right now.

The little brat beside him, dressed in a loli-like outfit, looked at Ji Zuodao with bright, sparkling eyes, filled with pure admiration.

A Taoist master is indeed a Taoist master!

Not only are they good at fighting, they're also good at conning people!

In the future, I also want to be like the Taoist priest and become a heretical cultivator who can deceive people.

If Ji Zuodao knew what he was thinking, he would probably slap him across the face on the spot.

Damn it, let me teach you something good, okay?

Seeing that his adopted son had spoken up, how could Ji Zuodao, as the godfather, not help?

Hehe, even if it's more of a hindrance than a help, it's still a help, isn't it?

Ji Zuodao immediately laid out the details, clearly stating when and where the group of evil cultivators would commit their next crime.

He described in great detail what time he arrived, which door he entered through, who he killed first and who he killed next, which direction he retreated in after killing them, and where he would rest after retreating.

Sato was stunned, his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

Sri Lanka is number one!

The fortune teller from the Han Dynasty was truly amazing!

Those who know the truth will think he's telling fortunes, while those who don't might think Ji Zuodao is assigning tasks to evil cultivators.

Sato was incredibly impressed.

He now trusted his godfather completely, and without saying a word, he set off with his men.

He didn't bring his own team.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for his teammates; it was mainly because he felt that those evil cultivators must be capable to have wiped out his family.

The lousy bastards in my own team would be a waste to go there; they'd be too much trouble to even be used as cannon fodder, and they wouldn't even be enough to fill the teeth of evil cultivators.

Sato went directly to those aristocratic families to borrow people.

These are families with a long history of marriage alliances; they are all related by marriage.

Although the Sato family was wiped out, Sato himself is still alive and is a genius of the Yin-Yang Bureau, a promising talent.

He said he was going to kill the evil cultivators who dared to attack the aristocratic families, and the other aristocratic families naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

Some people are willing to step forward as cannon fodder—no, I mean, as vanguards; they're happy to watch the spectacle.

So everyone generously contributed, assembling a stellar entourage for Sato, and they set off in a grand procession.

Logically speaking, with such detailed information from Ji Zuodao and such a group of skilled people, capturing a heretical cultivator should be a piece of cake.

The problem is that it always falls just short.

Those evil cultivators seemed to have precognition; they always managed to break through the encirclement one step ahead.

Sato led his men to block the east gate, while the evil cultivator escaped through the west gate;

Sato led his men to block the west gate, while the evil cultivator crawled through the dog hole;

Sato surrounded the area on all sides, and the evil cultivator simply burrowed underground and disappeared.

After several attempts, the people Sato had borrowed were either dead or crippled, and in the end, they were all gone, leaving him as the lone commander, standing alone and bewildered in the wind.

Those powerful families couldn't hold out any longer.

What do you mean? All the people we lent you are dead?

And you always happen to be perfectly fine? Not even your oily skin gets broken from rubbing against it?

You little punk, are you perhaps an undercover agent for the evil cultivators on the other side? Are you deliberately dragging someone out to their death?

Sato was also dumbfounded.

What the hell is going on?

How come the intelligence keeps getting leaked?

Is there an undercover agent among us?

That shouldn't be happening!

It's always the same few people when we discuss the plan—

He, his father, his mother, his godfather, and those experts borrowed from aristocratic families.

The people borrowed by the aristocratic families were definitely not undercover agents, since they were all dead.

His parents were even less likely to be affected; they were so desperate for revenge that they wanted nothing more than to devour those evil cultivators alive.

Ji Zuodao? That's even more impossible! That's his godfather! An expert from the Great Han! Specially here to catch evil cultivators! How could he be in cahoots with evil cultivators?

None of them are suspects...

It couldn't have been him, could it?

Sato looked down at himself, then looked up at the sky, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Do I actually have a dual personality?

One is the righteous Onmyoji Sato, and the other is the evil heretic Sato. Are they tipping each other off?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he broke out in a cold sweat.