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

"Mr. Ji!"

The old man Tsuchimikado finally couldn't hold back any longer and interrupted Himezado, his voice trembling.

"Aren't you asking for too much?!"

"Is it a lot? I don't think so."

Ji Zuodao blinked innocently.

"If you're not happy about it, then forget it. I'll buy a plane ticket back to the Great Han tomorrow. Anyway, those two Su Nuo demons aren't dealing with the Great Han, why should I bother with them?"

The old man Tsuchimikado was speechless.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently, his face changing color from blue to white to red, like a chameleon—it was quite a sight.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few more words: "Fine! Whatever you say!"

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction, stood up, walked to the old man Tsuchimikado, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "That's more like it. Why didn't you do this earlier? You had to haggle with me and waste everyone's time."

The old man Tsuchimikado almost lost his balance when he was patted on the shoulder.

He looked up at Ji Zuodao's smiling face, and a sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in his heart.

He felt like he had boarded some kind of pirate ship.

But since things had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"So... Mr. Ji, when do we depart?"

"What's the rush? We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll get some rest tonight and recharge."

Ji Zuodao yawned, waved his hand, and gestured for him to leave.

"Alright, it's getting late, you should go back and rest. Don't worry, since I've taken your money, I'll definitely do a good job. It's just a two-faced Nuo ritual, leave it to me."

The old man Tsuchimikado opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing and turned to leave.

When he walked out of the room, he felt his legs were a little weak.

It seems like they just promised to give away quite a few good things.

All those things combined are probably enough to cause another economic collapse for ordinary people.

He glanced back at Ji Zuodao's room, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind—

Did they hire an expert or an ancestor?

Inside the room, Ji Zuodao was lying on the bed, legs crossed, humming a little tune, looking as beautiful as could be.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Zhang Yucheng.

Ji Zuo said, "Uncle, we might be about to strike it rich."

Zhang Yucheng: "What wealth? You confiscated the property of some wealthy families? How many families did you confiscate?"

Ji Zuo said, "Uncle Zhang, what are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Zhang Yucheng: "Take it easy. Don't ruin them too much. It will have a bad international impact. It's enough to make them lose everything and sell their children."

Ji Zuo said, "Yes, sir."

Ji Zuodao put down his phone, looked at the ceiling, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Ryomen Sukuna, right?

The King of Curses, is it?

Alright, I'd like to see whether you, the King of Curses, are more powerful, or I, this burly evil cultivator, am superior.

The next day, the Shinjuku battlefield.

The enormous barrier enveloped almost half of Shinjuku. From the outside, it looked like a large bowl turned upside down on the ground, with cracks flashing across it from time to time, making it look like it was about to shatter.

Inside the barrier, it was a complete disaster.

Half of the high-rise building collapsed, the road surface looked like it had been plowed, with crisscrossing gullies, and cars were overturned on the roadside like toys, some of them still smoking and making a "sizzling" sound.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with dust and the odor of burning, which made people feel nauseous.

In the very center of the battlefield, an Onmyoji dressed in a white hunting robe stood on a pile of ruins, his face pale, sweat beading on his forehead, and the talisman in his hand almost torn to shreds.

A red-haired man was standing opposite him.

The man was shirtless, covered in black tattoos, and grinned from ear to ear, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. His laughter was incredibly arrogant and unrestrained.

Two-sided Su Nuo.

The legendary King of Curses in Little Life, who had only been out of his seal for a few days, started fighting from south to north and from east to west, causing the cultivation world of Little Life to cry out in despair.

Countless masters have fallen by the wayside in this small world.

Today, it's the turn of the person in front of us.

"Pig God! Get up! Get out of the way!"

The Onmyoji shouted so loudly that his voice cracked, as if he had stepped on a chicken's neck.

The boar shikigami opposite him, the size of a small hill, was covered in blood and wounds. Three and a half of its four hooves had been cut off, with only a little skin and flesh connecting them, hanging precariously on its body.

Hearing its master's call, the wild boar slowly turned its head and looked at the Onmyoji with an extremely complex expression.

In those eyes, there was helplessness, despair, and a deep sense of doubt, as if asking, "Are you out of your mind?"

No, do you want to hear what you're saying?

I don't complain when you boss me around like this.

But my hooves are broken, you want me to get up? Get out of the way!

I'll hide from you, you little devil!

The wild boar opened its mouth and let out a low grunt, a sound that carried a sense of detachment from worldly affairs.

The two Sukuna on the opposite side also had somewhat strange expressions.

He tilted his head and looked at the Onmyoji with the same curiosity and incomprehension he would give a performance artist.

"Hey, is this how modern Onmyoji command their shikigami in battle?"

"Can't you do something more sophisticated? At least make it transform or give it a buff. If you just keep yelling like that, there's no way it'll dodge."

The Onmyoji blushed at his words, opened his mouth, thought for a long time, and finally stammered out:

"Pig God...Go for it...I believe you can do it..."

Upon hearing this, the wild boar slowly turned its head back to face the two Su Nuo, and the last glimmer of light in its eyes went out.

It calmly closed its eyes.

come on.

tired.

Destroy it.

So be it.

Three seconds later.

Countless slashes flew from the hands of the two Su Nuo, like a storm, instantly engulfing the wild boar.

After the attack, the wild boar had disappeared.

Instead, there were three neatly arranged pieces of meat.

One serving is lean meat, bright red, with not a trace of fat.

One portion was fatty meat, all white and without a trace of lean meat.

One serving is tender cartilage, neatly arranged with not a speck of meat.

The Onmyoji stared dumbfounded at the three pieces of meat on the ground.

He opened his mouth, stared wide-eyed, and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

No, your knife skills are amazing!

You used to be a chef, right?

Ryomen Sukuna glanced down at his work, nodded in satisfaction, then looked up at the Onmyoji, grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth:

"Alright, I've taken care of your shikigami. Now it's your turn."