Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Did I come back to life?

Zhao Guizhen was wearing a head-mounted ventilator. He thought he had been admitted to a hospital, but upon closer inspection, he realized he hadn't...

At this moment, he appears to have been tied up by someone... and is completely naked.

Is it that devil Zhou Fengliu?

Zhao Guizhen shook his head. He felt a surge of fear when he thought of Zhou Fengliu, but when he realized that the person in front of him was not him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're awake? That's great, we can finally begin."

Seeing that Zhao Guizhen was in much better condition, Xiao Zizai, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled and walked up to Zhao Guizhen with a small knife in his hand.

"While you're still warm... I'll dissect you very carefully. Don't worry, I won't be as rough as my colleague... I'm very gentle."

He really made me cry to death.

The sparks that fly when the gentle Xiao Zizai meets the delicate, wife-like Zhao Guizhen are passionate and warm...

"What the hell are you trying to do?!"

After being injected with adrenaline, Zhao Guizhen entered a state of near-death experience. The energy provided by glucose gave him the strength to resist, but Xiao Zizai tied him up too tightly, so he could only watch helplessly as this pervert touched him inappropriately.

"This piece of meat is no good...this piece of meat is no good either, it's not perfect."

Xiao Zizai first dug off the rotten flesh infested with maggots from Zhao Guizhen's body.

He wouldn't allow these rotten pieces of flesh to ruin Zhao Guizhen's overall beauty. Only after removing these pieces of rotten flesh did he continue to outline what he considered to be the beauty on Zhao Guizhen's body.

At this moment, Xiao Zizai was no longer a temporary worker at Nadutong Company, but had become one with life, a sculptor and artist with a strong craftsman spirit, carving his works on Zhao Guizhen.

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P.S.: Happy Lunar New Year's Eve to all my godfathers!

Chapter 158 I am Zhao Guizhen~ (First Update)

I am Zhao Guizhen.

I'm going to start lying...

wrong.

It's my turn to begin my monologue.

I don't know why there was such a segment; maybe it was a fleeting glimpse before death?

I am a Taoist priest, a former Taoist priest, and a disciple of the Shangqing School of Maoshan.

In the eyes of outsiders, Maoshan Taoists are a very famous group, and the talismans of the Maoshan Shangqing School are even more renowned throughout the world. I used to think so too, so I begged my master to let me join the Maoshan School, wanting to become more powerful.

But in my eyes, the Maoshan Sect today is just a bunch of incredibly foolish old fogies. They have so many secret techniques but don't practice them. Instead, they spend their days studying those outdated and boring books.

I originally thought that there might be some secret techniques in those old, worn-out books that my master and fellow disciples enjoyed studying so much, but it took me three years to realize that those things were just boring, useless books, as foolish as the Maoshan Sect.

I'm here to become stronger... not to chant scriptures, and certainly not to till the land!

Everyone says that Maoshan talismans are rare, and it's true... I toiled for three years before I was granted a single talisman.

Three years... a full three years! There are so many kinds of talismans from Maoshan, but how many years do I have in my life?

Seeing that my senior brother, who had cultivated for half his life, hadn't mastered many techniques, I knew... I couldn't continue like this, so... I secretly began searching for a secret method that could make me stronger quickly.

Persistence pays off... I finally found it.

Seven evil spirits gather around him!

This is a secret technique from Maoshan magic. Not only do the disciples of the Maoshan sect disdain to practice it, but even those wandering Maoshan practitioners who claim to be Maoshan Taoists but are not recognized by the Maoshan sect disdain to practice it.

The reason they don't practice it is simple: because this secret method is an evil art, they seal away this secret method that can quickly make them stronger.

The method for cultivating the Seven Killings Body is very simple; it only requires finding seven young boys with specific birth charts and killing them in a specific way...

At first, I had some concerns... but after I went down the mountain under the pretext of killing the first virgin boy and digesting his soul, I felt the powerful Qi within my body, and my slight concerns turned into excitement.

My secret technique... I, Zhao Guizhen, am determined to master it! Even the Ancestor can't stop me!

Whether it's evil or righteous magic, as long as it makes me stronger, that's what I, Zhao Guizhen, pursue. I will climb step by step to the pinnacle of the world of supernatural beings...

It doesn't matter if we kill a few more young boys!

As for the accusations that I practice harmful and evil arts...

All I can say is that their vision is incredibly narrow.

Saints are ruthless, treating all living beings like straw dogs! If even saints regard the masses as straw dogs, why can't I? This world is inherently a world where the strong prey on the weak; the weak should become nourishment for the strong.

What's wrong with me having a few young boys help me with my spiritual practice?

After cultivating the Seven Fiends Body Formation, my strength improved by leaps and bounds. Although I tried to hide it, my fellow disciples eventually discovered it.

Watching my senior brother, who had spent half his life cultivating, berate me for being a wicked and wicked Maoshan Taoist priest, causing chaos in the world, I retaliated with a Seven Fiends Body Slash, utterly beating him...

Seeing that he couldn't defeat my half-year-old supernatural power even with the skills he had cultivated for half a lifetime, I laughed.

I know...

My efforts over the past six months have not been in vain.

I, Zhao Guizhen, am destined to become the most powerful man in the world of supernatural beings! The small Maoshan Sect can no longer contain me, so after injuring my senior brother, I left the Maoshan Sect overnight...

Not long after I came down the mountain, I ran into a man who wasn't quite right in the head. He wanted me to join some kind of Biyou Village...

Thinking I had nowhere else to go and that it would be a good opportunity to lay low, I followed the man into Biyou Village and became a disciple of the highest level...

Every day I would go up the mountain to gather herbs, and occasionally go down to kill a boy to help me cultivate. My life was very carefree. And when I heard those ordinary people calling me Master Zhao Guizhen, my vanity was greatly satisfied.

Life was supposed to continue peacefully like this... until a young man came to the village.

I heard from other people with superior spiritual cultivation that... that person was the War God who inherited the Tongtian Talisman. I just sneered. These days... anyone can call themselves a War God?

I, Zhao Guizhen, haven't even called myself a God of War... so what makes him so special?

Of course.

I didn't pay too much attention to the young man's title; what I cared more about was the Eight Extraordinary Techniques in his hands... the Heavenly Talisman.

The Heavenly Scroll is a real treasure...

This amazing skill can greatly simplify the complex process of drawing talismans, achieving the effect of drawing talismans out of thin air... Isn't this just what an excellent talisman master like me is meant to be?

I'm smitten.

Although I know that the God of War who forced me to fight has some strength, I think I can give it a try. As long as I can get the Heavenly Talisman... within a year, I, Zhao Guizhen, will be renowned throughout the world of supernatural beings.

For the sake of the Tongtian Talisman... I made thorough preparations, scouting the area one by one... but I still couldn't find any trace of it. I figured that the divine skill should be on Zhou Fengliu's person, so... I sneaked in under the cover of night.

But I didn't expect that...

I've been found out!

I never expected this!

This kid is so strong! I'm no match for him at all. That huge slap in my face almost sent me crashing down to join the boys I killed.

I begged for mercy... I gave him all the secret techniques I had collected in my life, but the kid said they were all junk.

I'm so damn angry...

Could it be that I, Zhao Guizhen, who have been clever for half my life, am going to stumble here?

I can not be reconciled...

But I don't seem to have any solutions.

That damned God of War didn't rush to kill me... He hung me off a cliff, where I spent day and night staring at the sky nearly a hundred meters above the ground, being pecked at by crows and eagles... and enduring the scorching sun during the day and the sudden drop in temperature at night...

I regret.

I don't regret cultivating evil supernatural powers in the first half of my life; what I regret is provoking the ruthless God of War.

If I had the chance to do it all over again... I would definitely not choose the path of taking a gamble and hoping to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!

I want to die...

These past few days I've tried every possible way to survive and leave this place, but I've been blocked by a gust of wind, and I can't die even if I want to.

I regret it.

Why did I beg for mercy back then? Why didn't I just provoke him and let him kill me? Rather than living in such agony, I would have preferred to die at the hands of the God of War that night and suffer less.

I thought I was going to die like this... but I never expected that I would be pulled up from the cliff by that awesome God of War.

Did Ma Xianhong put pressure on him?

Does this mean I don't have to die?

My despairing heart had finally been rekindled with hope, but I never expected... that hope would be quickly extinguished by others.

That was a pervert... an incredibly perverted man.

Chapter 159 Zhou Fengliu: Old Xiao, if you can't control your inner demons... (Second Update)

He injected something into my body that I didn't know, so that I could watch him slowly but surely dismember me, cutting me piece by piece, while asking me how many cuts he had made.