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

boom--!!!

Before Liangmian Su Nuo could react, a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket struck down on his head, hitting him squarely on the top of his head.

That blow scorched his entire body black, his hair stood on end, and even smoke was billowing from his mouth.

Without uttering a sound, Ryomen Sukuna's legs went limp like noodles, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

This is not over yet.

First, second, third, fourth, fifth... I don't know how many.

Each bolt of lightning seemed to have eyes, striking him one after another with perfect accuracy, leaving him nowhere to hide.

At first, Ryomen Sukuna was able to maintain a roughly human shape, but later, his whole body became like a burnt firewood stick, charred and brittle, and could crumble into dust if poked into the ground.

Even so, the thunder hadn't stopped; it was still striking relentlessly.

Dog Lord's Peacock King statue forgot to flap its wings, hovering blankly in mid-air, watching the rows of lightning bolts fall down like drumbeats, full of rhythm.

As Doggy listened, his ears twitched.

"Thump-thump-pat, thump-thump-pat, thump-thump-pat..."

Goodness, they've even got a rhythm to it!

This beat sounds familiar. He thinks he's heard it on that brat's crappy playlist before. What was it called again? Oh, We Will Rock You.

Just as Doggy was figuring out the rhythm, Ji Zuodao strolled over, a piece of freshly cut Dharma Body meat slung over his shoulder, a stalk of grass he'd somehow found dangling from his mouth. He gestured towards Doggy with his lip:

"Dogman, what's going on? Is this guy undergoing tribulation?"

"Crossing my ass!"

Dog-Old cursed irritably, "This is divine retribution! Divine retribution! Look at these bolts of lightning, each one thicker and more devastating than the last. What kind of sins did this guy commit to attract this hellhole?"

Dog-Master's voice suddenly paused halfway through his sentence.

He seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Qiqi, who was squatting on the ground not far away, her little nose twitching and her eyes red.

Qiqi was kicked away by Liangmian Su Nuo and fell on her bottom. She's rubbing her bottom looking aggrieved right now.

The little girl's big eyes were wet, with tears still clinging to them; she looked incredibly pitiful.

Doggy looked at Qiqi, then at the thunderbolts still crashing down from the sky, and remained silent for three seconds.

"Oh, that's not surprising at all. Bullying someone's own daughter right in front of God, who else would they punish but him? If you ask me, he deserved to be struck by lightning!"

The dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone down again.

All that remained on the battlefield was a scorched earth and two Sukuna demons that had been cleaved so badly that their original forms were no longer recognizable.

To be honest, it barely resembled a human figure; it was like a clump of non-recyclable trash that had been crumpled up and flattened with a hammer.

His entire body was still emitting wisps of smoke, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell.

"Tsk, I guess I'd better not steal any more of the little girl's snacks from now on."

The battle was over, and the higher-ups at Xiao Rizi finally felt relieved.

Regardless of whether the process was correct or not, the big boss Ryoumen Sukuna is completely gone. There's no need for grass on his grave; he was sent away by a single bolt of lightning, and even the cost of an urn was waived.

Logically, this should be a happy ending for everyone, right?

Hey, I'm happy, but it hurts to spend the money.

It hurt so much that he grimaced in pain.

After all, Ji Zuodao had really made outrageous demands before.

They went over the accounts seven or eight times, their faces growing greener with each calculation—

The words spoken by that bastard Ji Zuodao are enough to keep Liangmian Su Nuo wreaking havoc for another year and a half!

Why did I agree to that so easily? Was I out of my mind?

But they only dared to mutter these words to themselves.

Owes money to the big man?

No, I really wouldn't dare.

The big man of today is no longer the big man of yesteryear. He could easily beat up a small fry without even breaking a sweat.

They dare to renege on their debt? Do they have a death wish?

But... if the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft one.

After a discussion among the higher-ups, they concluded that no matter how powerful Ji Zuodao was, he was still a man. And as a man, he was bound to be interested in women.

So they played their last card.

Tamamo-mae.

Xiao Rizi was a great demon, also the most beautiful woman, whose beauty could topple kingdoms and bring ruin to the country. Countless heroes and valiant men fell at her feet.

This trump card was originally meant to deal with Ryoumen Sukuna, but now it's benefited that brat Himezamichi.

The higher-ups gazed at Tamamo-no-Mae's slender waist, her thighs, and her ample bosom, and felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

With looks like that, wouldn't that guy surnamed Ji be completely infatuated on the spot? He could just wave his hand and reduce the payment by a fraction, and that would be a sure thing.

Tamamo-no-Mae thought so too.

She deliberately chose the most revealing outfit, swayed her hips as she approached Ji Zuodao, a captivating smile on her lips. Even the little Onmyoji passing by felt their legs go weak.

But as soon as she reached Ji Zuodao and made a request—

"Snapped!"

A big, sharp punch, so crisp and clean.

Ji Zuodao shook his hand, his face full of disgust, his eyes looking at a fish that had been rotting for three days at the market:

"Where did this ugly freak come from? How dare you stroll around looking like that? Take my advice, go find a rope and hang yourself, instead of getting in my way. You want me to reduce your pay? Good grief, ugly people always cause trouble, huh?"

The senior management of Xiao Rizi were stunned.

Tamamo-no-Mae was also stunned.

After a moment of stunned silence, a surge of fire shot straight to the top of his head.

Ugly duckling? Who? Me?

Is this human blind?! I'm the most beautiful woman in my life, I've been in power for hundreds of years, and countless men have knelt at my feet without daring to lift their heads. And you're telling me I'm ugly?

Ji Zuodao glanced at her from head to toe, as if buying livestock were beneath him:

"Otherwise what? Look at your fur, it's not pure at all, it's all gaudy and patchwork, like it was pieced together from scraps of cloth. It's rough to the touch, not smooth at all. And your tail, it's short and thick, and the fur is split. You think that's ugly? I think even a Tibetan fox is prettier than you."

Tamamo-no-Mae turned ashen-faced on the spot.

Tibetan fox.

He compared her to a Tibetan fox.

Anyone in the fox industry knows that saying you're not as pretty as a Tibetan fox is incredibly malicious, even worse than directly calling her ugly.

The higher-ups watching from the sidelines had a rather complicated and unspeakable feeling.

no……

You don't look at that tiny waist, those long legs, those big breasts, you only look at its fur? Its tail? And it's forked??

What the hell is your aesthetic sense? Are you a dog?!

A young official, unable to contain himself, whispered to the senior colleague beside him, "Has he... never seen a decent woman before?"

The old man said expressionlessly, "I fucking want to know too."

Ji Zuodao had already turned around, muttering to himself:

"This kind of stuff doesn't even deserve to be called a honey trap? Are you guys so poor you can't even afford to eat, or do you think I, Ji Zuodao, have never had a good meal? Hurry up and prepare what I want. If you're a minute late, I'll add 10% interest. Don't even think about bargaining. I'm not going to serve you."