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

When Ji Zuodao led Qiqi to push open the door of the private room, Azi was already kneeling outside the door.

She held her hands high, her palms cradling a stack of meticulously crafted and neatly arranged items.

Thirty-five human skins, not one missing.

"Lord Ji, everything has been taken care of."

Azi's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing, yet it carried an unusual calmness.

She kept her head down the whole time, not daring to raise it even slightly.

"The craftsmanship is quite good."

Ji Zuodao's voice came from above.

Immediately, Azi felt a lightness in her hand.

The next moment, a hand suddenly supported her elbow, gently but irresistibly lifting her up.

With his other hand, he took out a plain white handkerchief from somewhere and gently pressed it against her cheek, slowly and meticulously wiping away the dried and blackened bloodstains.

The movements could even be described as...gentle.

"Good boy, you did a great job."

Ji Zuodao's voice was close to her ear, his breath brushing against her stiff, cold earlobe.

"You are very sensible."

So, you survived.

A few whispered words, like honey laced with poison, seeped into Azi's already riddled soul.

Her body trembled uncontrollably as a mixture of extreme fear, humble gratitude, and a twisted longing surged wildly within her empty chest.

The fever gave her cheeks a sickly red flush.

"Lord Ji..."

She murmured, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, greedily drawing in that meager warmth that felt almost like charity.

"Now."

Ji Zuodao withdrew his hand and casually discarded the stained handkerchief.

"Go clean yourself up and change your clothes. Then, go to Bureau 749 and turn yourself in."

"Tell me about the bad things you've done, and explain what happened here."

"If the crime doesn't warrant the death penalty, then let them reform themselves and become new people. If they die..."

"Then let's pray for a better rebirth in the next life."

Azi listened intently, her eyes flushing even more.

Strangely, there was no fear, only an almost fanatical obedience.

She nodded vigorously, her voice trembling with excitement:

"Yes...yes! I will! Lady Hime! I will do whatever you say!"

"Oh, right—"

Ji Zuodao seemed to suddenly remember something and asked casually.

"How did they die?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Azi spoke quickly and clearly, as if these words were already etched into her very bones:

"I killed them. I killed them all. I had long been disgusted by their use of witchcraft to harm people and their disregard for human life, so... so I drugged them and killed them all."

Ji Zuodao looked at her and finally revealed a faint smile.

"So sensible."

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to touch her head again, but stopped halfway and just waved it gently.

"Go."

Azi reluctantly retreated, turning back every few steps, her gaze seemingly glued to Ji Zuodao, until his figure disappeared into the shadows of the corridor.

The faint smile on Ji Zuodao's face vanished instantly, leaving only indifference and a hint of mockery.

He was certainly not worried that Azi would escape.

He has crushed humanity with his own hands, and his spirit has been completely destroyed and reshaped.

Now, within that empty shell, only a name, a figure, and an absolute obedience that requires no thought remain.

Dog Master strolled over, sniffed the stack of human skins, and a hint of boredom flashed in his dog eyes.

Ji Zuodao casually rolled up and put away the human skin, then took Qi Qi's slightly cool little hand.

"Let's go, we have to rush to the next event, we need to finish quickly, and after that we need to pick up Zhao Lingling from school."

Dog Master, with his paws on the steering wheel, turned into the Yuejunting villa area with practiced ease.

Just as the security guard at the gate was about to stop him, Ji Zuodao leaned half his face out of the car window and waved the ID card with the national emblem embossed in it.

The security guard leaned closer for a look, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately straightened his back, saluted, raised the remote control lever, and respectfully watched the dusty official car drive in.

"Tsk, this certificate is pretty useful."

Ji Zuodao put the documents back in his pocket and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

The police officer IDs provided by 749 are absolutely genuine and can withstand scrutiny.

Yuejunting is a well-known luxury residential area in Yuehai District, with lush greenery and wide, clean roads.

Each villa, with its own unique style, is scattered behind a meticulously maintained garden, its lights twinkling, creating a tranquil atmosphere that is almost deserted.

"Hey, this place is pretty good."

Ji Zuodao peered out the car window, his eyes shining.

"Look at this greenery, this plot ratio, this security... why don't we build a house here and live here too?"

Before, it was just him and Doggy, crammed into the single dormitory assigned by Bureau 749, and they made do.

But now that there's Qiqi, we can't let the little girl squeeze into that little bed with him, can we?

Cough cough... But thinking about it carefully, it seems... it's not entirely impossible?

"Woof! Ptooey!"

Dog Master's merciless disdain came from the driver's seat.

"You brat, it's not even dark yet, what are you dreaming about? The few coins you have in your pocket probably can't even buy a single paving stone here! Have you forgotten how that little brat from the Zhao family almost bankrupted you the other day?"

Ji Zuodao was hit where it hurt, and became furious and embarrassed:

"Are you stupid! Once we kill that damn saintess inside, the house, the money, all the valuables inside... they'll all be mine! That's called spoils of war! Loot! Don't you understand?"

Dog Master glanced at him sideways in the rearview mirror, his mouth twitching:

"I think you should say—it's 'ours'."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

"We, we. What's mine is yours, isn't it? We're brothers, aren't we!"

Amidst the laughter and conversation, Dog Lord slowed down and stopped in front of a relatively quiet three-story villa with a distinctly Chinese courtyard style.

House number: 32.

The villa has a simple and elegant exterior, with white walls, black tiles, and upturned eaves.

At this moment, all the lights in the courtyard were off, except for a dim, warm yellow light shining from a window on the second floor, which looked like a silent, peering eye in the heavy night.

"This is it." Dog turned off the engine.

Ji Zuodao's playful expression slowly faded.

He pushed open the car door, and the night breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees in the courtyard, washing away the lingering smell of blood and smoke from his nose.

Qiqi got out of the car with him and stood quietly beside him. Her light purple eyes looked at the dark villa. Her little face was expressionless, but she subconsciously moved closer to Ji Zuodao.

Ji Zuodao took her cold little hand in his, raised his eyes, and his gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping across the villa's tightly closed carved wooden door and the silent courtyard.

"Walk."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a cold, hard quality, like shards of ice.

"Go and ransack their house."

Ji Zuodao had just taken a step, preparing to break down the door, when his foot abruptly stopped in mid-air.

A faint bluish light flickered in his eyes, almost imperceptibly.

Upon seeing this, his face instantly darkened.

"What the hell is wrong with me?!"

In his view, the elegant and tranquil Chinese-style villa in front of him had completely changed its appearance!

The meticulously pruned Podocarpus macrophyllus and bamboo groves were densely packed with countless slowly wriggling larvae of Gu worms.

It's like coating the plant with a disgusting, living "insect coat".

The gaps in the white walls of the villa, the joints of the black tiles, the depths of the carved wooden door's texture...

Any gap or opening was completely occupied by Gu worms, which were even smaller and whose colors blended almost perfectly with the environment.

This is hardly a luxury mansion or villa.

This is clearly an insect nest.

Ji Zuodao slowly withdrew his gaze, the blue light in his eyes faded, but his face was so dark it could drip water.

"How dare you... vandalize my villa..."

"A perfectly good house, turned into this awful mess..."

"OK."

"You like playing with bugs, right?"

"I'll grant your wish."

"You'll all kneel down and eat these bugs in a bit."