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

cruel?

There are many people in this world more cruel than him.

It's only because it's a new version now, otherwise Ji Zuodao's skills wouldn't even qualify him as an entry-level evil cultivator in the old version of the Han Dynasty; he'd barely be considered a greenhorn.

Besides, who was he dealing with?

Little life.

That way, there's even less psychological burden.

The Sato family also invaded the Han Dynasty back then.

At that time, the Han Dynasty was in chaos. The powerful families, like sharks smelling blood, flocked to the land and committed all sorts of evil deeds, burning, killing, and looting.

The Sato family did this kind of thing quite often back then.

They killed countless people, robbed countless things, and abused countless girls on Han territory. They kept a long record of it all.

The Han Dynasty believed in cause and effect and retribution.

You reap what you sow.

The sins your Sato family committed in the Han Dynasty are now being punished on your descendants. Isn't that a matter of course?

His father, mother, sister, uncle, and clansmen are probably already in the underworld, waiting in line for judgment.

When they finally arrived before the King of Hell, the ledger was opened, and lo and behold, it was filled with a dense list of crimes—enough to give them a real hard time.

As Ji Zuodao thought of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

He knows exactly what's going on.

He is neither a champion of justice nor a hero who acts on behalf of Heaven.

He was a heretical cultivator, a petty, vengeful, and troublesome one.

They love to retaliate.

Since we've run into each other, let's just collect some interest while we're at it.

Since it wasn't a Han Chinese who was dying, why wouldn't he be happy to do it?

Besides, he left one member of the Sato family alive.

Let Sato pay off their family's debts up there, and the rest can be paid off slowly down there.

According to the calculation method of "nine out and thirteen back," they would be lucky to repay even the interest on their blood debts over a thousand or eight hundred years.

As Ji Zuodao thought of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

He glanced back at Sato, who was following behind him. The boy still looked distracted and clearly hadn't recovered from that strange feeling.

"Good son, come on, your godfather will take you to get some barbecue skewers."

Sato looked up at Himezamichi's smiling face and a warm feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

My godfather is still the best.

His godfather is so good to him, he must be filial to his godfather in the future.

If Ji Zuodao knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh himself to death.

Silly child, you killed your own father with your own hands, and you're still feeling sentimental here?

Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud.

Some secrets are better left unsaid.

Anyway, Sato will never know the truth in his lifetime.

Even if he finds out later, it doesn't matter.

By then, Ji Zuodao had already packed up and returned to the Han Dynasty, leaving Sato alone, questioning his existence.

Just thinking about it is exciting.

The story of Sato kneeling down and begging Himezado somehow got out.

You know, the news about this little life is spreading in a strange way. When they were catching evil cultivators, they were all like headless flies, unable to find anything.

When it comes to spreading gossip, it's incredibly efficient, even faster than their broken Shinkansen bullet train. In the blink of an eye, it spreads throughout the entire cultivation world.

The little people were shocked, not because they were shocked that Sato knelt down.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with Sato kneeling down.

Kneeling is a racial skill for them, as natural as eating and drinking.

If you randomly throw a brick on the street, nine and a half out of ten people hit will kneel down, and the remaining half is figuring out how to kneel more gracefully.

Even the little dog, when it makes a mistake, knows to bend its two front legs, kneel on the ground, and make a "woof woof" sound to beg for forgiveness.

So, in their eyes, Sato kneeling down was no big deal at all.

What surprised them was Ji Zuodao.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

Those evil cultivators who stirred up trouble and killed countless people during their lives were caught just like that.

The young man was completely numb at that moment.

They chased that group of evil cultivators for months!

They chased him from Tokyo to Osaka, from Osaka to Nagoya, and from Nagoya to Hokkaido, running all over the world like a dog chasing a rabbit.

And what was the result? They didn't get a single penny, and many people even lost their lives.

But what about the experts from the Han Dynasty?

A cup of tea.

Just a cup of tea.

How can the differences between people be so great?

Xiao Rizi's mind immediately began to wander.

You said this big man is a master, so skilled, could you do them another favor?

Defeating the evil god who escaped from the seal.

I don't know which despicable person released that thing.

They started causing destruction as soon as they came out. Today they demolished a shrine, tomorrow they tore up a temple, and the day after they plowed up a commercial street, making life chaotic and miserable for the people.

Of course, the local gentry also sent people to suppress them.

The results of it?

Miserable.

The latest news is that the most powerful Onmyoji in their lives is a descendant of Abe no Seimei. Of course, whether he is really a descendant or not, nobody knows. Anyway, everyone with the surname Abe claims to be a descendant of Abe no Seimei, just like everyone with the surname Li in the Han Dynasty claims to be a descendant of Li Shimin. It's hard to tell the truth.

In short, the Onmyoji who claimed to be the "strongest in the Heisei era" just clashed with that evil god yesterday.

The results of it?

It was cut in half.

Two sections.

The upper half flew far away, while the lower half remained standing in place, taking several seconds before finally collapsing.

It is said that the scene was extremely bloody.

Even so, there were still those who were not afraid of death who rushed up.

And now they've even come up with slogans.

What?! "There wasn't even time to mourn Lord Abe; Lord Tsuchimikado was the next to arrive on the battlefield!"

What?! "There wasn't even time to mourn Lord Tsuchimikado; the next one to arrive on the battlefield is Lord Kakeruin!"

What? "There wasn't even time to mourn for Lady Kakeruin, the next one to arrive on the battlefield was... uh, I think it was a priest from a shrine?"

Basically, it's about the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, sending them off one by one in such a rhythmic way that you'd think they were doing a relay race.

The Onmyoji community is also going viral on the Onmyoji-themed website.

"Who's next? I bet five cents it's from the Kamo family."

"I've already cleaned our family's heirloom samurai sword. If all else fails, I'll go. I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well die spectacularly and maybe even make it on TV."

"Upstairs, you won't even get on TV. At most, you'll get on the local news, and it'll be the kind of segment where 'an unidentified man dies tragically in the street'."

That hurts.

In short, life is currently shrouded in gloom and despair.

That evil god has already defeated more than a dozen experts, fighting from south to north, from east to west, causing the cultivation world of ordinary people to crumble and cry for their parents.

They are truly at their wits' end.

We've fought all the ones we could, and we've fought all the ones we couldn't. As for the rest, we don't even have the courage to go and give up.

Therefore, they turned their attention to Ji Zuodao.

This expert from the Han Dynasty, since he could take down that group of evil cultivators in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, might he be able to take down that evil god too?