One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

At this moment, Zhao Guizhen was like a stray dog, frantically fleeing through the bushes.

His Taoist robe was tattered from being caught on tree branches, and his face was covered in sweat from fear.

"Damn it! Damn it! This Biyou Village is a huge pit!"

As Zhao Guizhen ran, he cursed wildly in his mind:

"They even summoned down a heavenly tribulation! Is that even a place for humans?! Luckily, I was smart enough to slip away while they were watching the lightning!"

Zhao Guizhen is a complete scoundrel.

He practiced the evil art of Yemaoshan called "Seven Fiends Gathering Body".

In order to increase his power, he did not hesitate to kill seven innocent children and refine their vengeful spirits into his body.

He hid in Biyou Village in order to use Ma Xianhong's self-cultivation furnace to clear his name.

But now the furnace is gone, and the company's people have come to the village again.

If he gets caught, he'll be executed a hundred times over!

"As long as we get out of these mountains...as long as we escape abroad..."

Zhao Guizhen gritted his teeth and continued to run forward desperately.

Sudden.

He felt as if his foot had kicked an extremely tough, thin thread.

"Buzz!"

A faint, indistinct chanting of Buddhist hymns suddenly rang out in the woods without warning.

“After running for so long, your heart rate has reached 180, and your breathing rate is completely out of control.”

A gentle, refined voice, even tinged with concern, drifted slowly from the darkness ahead.

"That's not a good habit, Master Zhao."

"Stopping immediately after strenuous exercise can easily lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain."

Zhao Guizhen suddenly stopped in his tracks, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating a large tree in front of us.

Under the tree stood a middle-aged man wearing a dark green jacket and gold-rimmed glasses.

He was holding a clean white handkerchief and slowly wiping his hands.

His movements were as graceful as a chef about to step into the kitchen of a Michelin three-star restaurant.

It was Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker in the East China region, known for his great compassion!

"Who...who are you?!"

Zhao Guizhen took two steps back, and the Seven Fiends Qi within his body began to surge wildly, with seven distorted childlike ghost faces appearing and disappearing around him.

"Me? I'm just a foodie who happened to be passing by."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected a cold white light.

His seemingly gentle eyes suddenly erupted with a chilling fervor and... appetite the moment they saw the seven vengeful spirits on Zhao Guizhen's body!

"Delicious...it's so delicious..."

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath, as if savoring some rare delicacy:

"Such intense sin, such profound karmic burden."

"Master Zhao, do you know? I have a disease."

Xiao Zizai walked towards Zhao Guizhen step by step.

His smile grew wider and wider, eventually stretching to his ears, revealing a truly bizarre facial expression:

"I am a person who is born with a love for killing. But I am also a monk and have taken the precepts."

"So, I have no choice but to kill those... heinous, irredeemable trash."

"And you..."

Xiao Zizai licked his lips:

"It's like a Manchu Han Imperial Feast was tailor-made for me!"

"You're insane!! You're a madman!!"

Zhao Guizhen was terrified by the way Xiao Zizai looked at him like he was food. He roared and decided to strike first!

"Seven Fiends Gather! Tear him apart!!"

Seven dark figures, imbued with intense resentment and deadly poison, lunged at Xiao Zizai with a piercing shriek, like seven venomous snakes!

However, faced with this extremely insidious attack...

Xiao Zizai didn't even try to dodge.

He simply clasped his hands together gently.

"Amitabha."

hum! !

A pure, extremely powerful, and yang Shaolin Great Compassion Palm Force, like a golden tsunami, suddenly erupted from Xiao Zizai's body!

"Great Merciful Hands!"

A giant golden handprint appeared out of thin air.

With overwhelming force, it slammed directly onto the seven black figures!

"what!"

The seven resentful souls that had been refined let out painful cries the moment they came into contact with this pure Buddhist energy.

It was directly smashed apart and shrank back into Zhao Guizhen's body.

"puff!"

Zhao Guizhen was struck dumb, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into a large tree.

The gap in strength is too big!

Compared to a top-tier killer like Xiao Zizai, his unorthodox methods built on evil arts were utterly fragile and vulnerable!

"Don't rush... the appetizers have only just begun."

Xiao Zizai walked up to Zhao Guizhen, who was lying on the ground, and stepped on his chest, pinning him firmly to the tree trunk.

Then, under Zhao Guizhen's horrified gaze...

Xiao Zizai slowly and deliberately took out an extremely professional-looking... first aid kit from the backpack behind him.

"What...what do you want to do?!"

Zhao Guizhen struggled, her voice trembling, "I'm a criminal! Your company has regulations! You can't take the law into your own hands! You should hand me over to the court!"

"Courtroom? No, no, no, this is a high-end, customized VIP service."

Xiao Zizai opened the first aid kit and took out a bag of saline solution, a bag of glucose, and several vials of adrenaline.

With practiced ease, he hung the IV bottle on a nearby tree branch, then pulled out the needle and precisely inserted it into the vein in Zhao Guizhen's arm.

“I’ve checked your records. You killed seven children. Such a crime, it would be too wasteful and too easy for you to be finished off with a single bullet.”

Xiao Zizai adjusted the IV drip rate, his tone gentle:

"This glucose and adrenaline will ensure that your vital signs remain in the most stable and clear state."

"No matter what happens later, you will not go into shock from the pain, nor will you die easily."

"We're going to have an... extremely long and enjoyable night."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Guizhen's mental defenses completely collapsed, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Devil! You're a devil! Let me go! Please, let me go!"

"Shh..."

Xiao Zizai put a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

Then, he pulled out the small metal box he had used the day before while cutting mutton from the bottom of the first aid kit.

"Shh."

He held a sharp scalpel between his fingers.

“The comment made by Master Tian Shu in the square earlier inspired me greatly.”

Xiao Zizai looked at Zhao Guizhen, his eyes gleaming with a morbid sense of euphoria:

He said my technique for cutting lamb was good.

"But actually, I've always wanted to make a famous dish called... lamb spine."

Xiao Zizai's scalpel gently sliced ​​open Zhao Guizhen's Taoist robe, the blade touching his skin:

"It's that kind of method... where you have to carefully remove the meat bit by bit, strand by strand, from the spine, leaving only the cleanest skeleton."

"Master Zhao, now that you have mastered the Seven Fiends Body Technique, your bones must be incredibly strong, right?"

"what!!!"

A piercing scream instantly echoed throughout the dark forest, startling countless birds that were roosting there into flight.

under the moonlight.

The refined-looking bespectacled man was bathed in a rain of blood, the scalpel in his hand transforming into a cruel yet magnificent symphony.

He closed his eyes, feeling the wonderful sensation of the blade slicing through his bones.

"That was so awesome..."

"This feeling...is really...so awesome!"