After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Pastor Wang's face was full of pride.

"Because the gods protect us, we also devoutly believe in the gods."

"The Eastern Xia Federation lacks faith and respect for the gods. We must abandon our so-called technology and knowledge. Those so-called truths made us arrogantly believe that we could contend with the power of the gods, but the facts have proven otherwise!"

Pastor Wang opened his arms again, as if to embrace the disaster victims present.

"Human wisdom is utterly useless before the gods when they need it."

Pastor Wang stopped talking, but the people around him were still looking at the bread and water behind him. They said the same thing: what era are we living in? People are no longer in an era where they can be fooled into giving you their lives for free by a few words like "The Blue Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise" or "The Great Chu will rise, Chen Sheng will be king".

"Cough cough..."

A child's incessant coughing suddenly disrupted the quiet environment.

Pastor Wang, many of the disaster victims looked at the coughing child. The child was pale, with red eyes, and kept spitting out blood foam while coughing. The child was being held by his mother, who said in a panic.

"Xiaoyang, are you alright?"

Pastor Wang walked over to the child and hurriedly asked.

"What's wrong with you, child? Why do you exude such demonic energy?"

The mother turned to look at Pastor Wang and said anxiously.

"I... I don't know what's wrong. This child has been coughing non-stop since he woke up this morning."

Pastor Wang knelt down before the mother and child, reaching out to the coughing child.

However, halfway through reaching out, the coughing child seemed to sense something, raised his head, stretched his neck, and tried to bite Pastor Wang's hand.

Pastor Wang withdrew his hand, and the child struggled in his mother's arms, stretching his neck and opening and closing his mouth as if to bite Pastor Wang.

The surrounding disaster victims were stunned for a moment, then dispersed around the mother.

Is this due to some external evil spirit?

"Xiaoyang, Xiaoyang, what's wrong?"

The mother hugged her child tightly, her voice choked with sobs and filled with heartache for her child.

Pastor Wang gave a strange smile, but his tone was anxious.

"Has this child eaten anything unusual or experienced anything in the past few days?"

The mother shook her head.

"No, we're eating relief food, but my child had a fever three days ago, and the little fox spirit..."

The mother covered her mouth.

He immediately stood up after logging off, his face full of fear.

"It's the little fox spirit. In the morning, Xu Er's wife was found drowned in a small pond outside. Some people say that Xu Er's wife was bewitched in the middle of the night, ran out of the disaster area, and committed suicide."

These words immediately ignited the surrounding disaster victims. This person had been spreading rumors from morning until noon, saying things like how the little fox spirit had cured them.

There were few forms of entertainment in the disaster-stricken area, so this gossip spread like wildfire. Even those who had never received help from the little fox spirit or had never seen her knew about the little fox spirit who liked to save and give food to people, and they also knew that giving food and saving people were not free, and that being treated by this little fox spirit meant certain death.

Of course, people only listened to these stories before, treating them as casual conversation. But now that these strange tales have been brought to their attention, many people are panicking.

"Yes, yes, yes, Xu Er's wife is really dead. I saw her body being taken away by the army this morning."

"I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. That fox must have had ulterior motives."

“Awakened beings are not good people. This fox is definitely an awakened being, so it is definitely not a good person either.”

"Oh no, oh no, it seems like the person in the tent next to mine was healed by the little fox spirit..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Run! Who knows when that person will have a stroke and come out to strangle you."

Pastor Wang's lips slowly curled up; he was very satisfied with the attitude of those around him.

This little fox spirit, who knows where she came from, dared to stand in front of her own preacher; she deserves to be condemned by everyone.

Of course, the performance also needs to be convincing.

Pastor Wang made a "Thunder Finger" gesture, a technique passed down in his sect. He reached out and pointed his middle finger at the head of the child in the woman's arms, one of the actors he had arranged, while hooking the child's chin with his other two fingers.

The child screamed, and a ring of black quickly spread across his face.

Pastor Wang shouted loudly.

"You fiend, submit to the law!"

The child whose face was being held up by the Heavenly Thunder Finger trembled. Pastor Wang withdrew his hand, and the child immediately opened his mouth towards the ground, spitting out clumps of black, foul-smelling liquid.

After vomiting, the child raised his head and said weakly.

"me……"

Pastor Wang said gently.

"You were just harmed by a demon. Alas, in this world, demons run rampant, and evil spirits cause trouble. They don't even spare such a young child."

Pastor Wang stood up, glanced at the others, and said earnestly.

"Does anyone here have been healed by that little fox spirit? Let me see."

"I, I, I..."

A bald, burly man ran out, knelt down in front of Pastor Wang, and said excitedly.

"I... I was also healed by that little fox spirit. I... I didn't think much of it at first, I even thought I'd met a kind awakened one. But I never expected..."

The bald, burly man was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

Pastor Wang frowned slightly.

Your acting is too exaggerated!

If you try to support the masses at a physical store like this, you probably won't even be able to get a boxed lunch.

"Okay, let me take a look."

Pastor Wang reached out and touched the bald, burly man's forehead. After a very short contact, large red veins appeared on the man's face, centered on his forehead. The man's face contorted in a ferocious expression, and he roared in a tone that was neither male nor female.

"You stinking Taoist priest, how dare you ruin my life..."

Pastor Wang stopped and slapped the burly man across the face. The man fell to the ground and then vomited, mouthfuls of foul-smelling black liquid flowing out.

Around the burly man, the disaster victims left in an uproar. After two consecutive special effects performances, 80% of these people, who were originally just watching the show, were now convinced that the little fox spirit was a bad person and that her rescue and food delivery had ulterior motives.

This idea is similar to online news. As soon as a trending topic comes out, everyone rushes to take sides, indignant about the trending topic's bias, denouncing various social evils, and wishing they could transform into knights-errant, one person and one sword to restore the clear sky.

When the trending topics reversed, one by one they disappeared without a trace, and rational and objective people emerged and prevailed.

The surrounding disaster victims are now at the point where, after seeing the evidence presented by the trending post, they feel that the person accused by the poster is not human and is simply disgusting. Under this general trend, a few silent people who feel that something is wrong and that there may be inside information think that they have not received treatment from the little fox spirit, so what does it have to do with them? Thus, they continue to be bystanders and remain silent.

"I, I, I..."

The burly man who spat out black liquid turned to look at Pastor Wang, who nodded in response.

"Your body has just been taken by a demon."

The bald, burly man looked terrified.

Pastor Wang then turned to look at the crowd around him.

"Everyone, is there anyone else who has been healed by that little fox spirit? Come out, let me show you."

The faces of the disaster victims who had been healed by the little fox spirit changed several times. They were reluctant to go out, but before they could speak, their neighbors in the next tent started to rebel one by one.

Because the little fox spirit doesn't provide food for everyone, some people have long been dissatisfied with their neighbors who receive the little fox spirit's healing and food, and now they're finally expressing their dissatisfaction.

“Zhang Yu’s child was healed by the little fox spirit, and I’ve heard him brag about it.”

"And Zhao Yu, he's one too..."

"I know, I know, you can't just stand there. If you don't want to hurt anyone, get out!"

One by one, the disaster victims became the target of public criticism. Several families, unable to withstand the pressure, got up and went to Pastor Wang. Pastor Wang, with a look of pity, performed a ritual on these people who had been healed by the little fox spirit. Of course, these people had not cooperated beforehand, and Pastor Wang could not perform the miracles he had performed before. He simply gave each person a few pills, saying that the evil spirits of these people were not too harmful and that they could be removed by taking some medicine.

Pastor Wang has his own mouth; he can't find any excuse.

After everyone who had been healed by the little fox spirit was given a magic pill, Pastor Wang sighed with compassion.

"That's enough for today..."

Pastor Wang's subordinate stood up again and shouted loudly.

"Master, your treatments are only addressing the symptoms, not the root cause."

Pastor Wang turned his head and looked at his subordinate, who said in a trembling voice.

"This little fox spirit is ambitious and an awakened one. We are just ordinary people. Even if we break the little fox spirit's curse, what if she comes back?"

He knelt down offline, choking back tears.

"Pastor Wang, since good deeds are rewarded, why don't you stay here and help us catch the little fox spirit?"

The other disaster victims who had good relationships with their downlines also shouted in unison.

"Pastor Wang, please help us catch the little fox spirit!"

"Pastor Wang, please help us catch the little fox spirit!"

"Pastor Wang, please help us catch the little fox spirit!"

Chapter Sixteen: The Net

5:30 PM, Zhongzhou City Museum.

Holding a few souvenirs and a bottle of milk tea, Lin Anru walked out with her delinquent friends.

Outside the museum, Zhou Yan and Han Yun, dressed in work clothes, pushed a snack cart. Several tourists stood around them, and Zhou Yan and Han Yun grilled small sausages for them while pouring drinks with ice.

Backwards, backwards, a procession demanding the transformation of democracy into imperialism marched from the street outside the museum.

These people came in a grand procession, chanting loud slogans and holding signs that read "This country cannot be without an emperor."

Zhou Yan glanced at the sign.

how to say?

Zhou Yan had heard his teacher tell a story about an ancient general who was waiting outside for his wife to give birth. After his wife gave birth, the old Chinese medicine doctor who delivered the baby came out holding the child and said happily.

"General, it's a boy."

Then the general killed the old Chinese medicine doctor with a single sword stroke, because "my woman can't be touched by anyone but me."

The teacher originally intended to use this story to illustrate the cruelty and inhumanity of ancient feudal society, but a girl exclaimed, "The general is so handsome!"

Some history teachers talked about how, when the Eastern Xia Federation was founded, warlords fought each other in various places, the people suffered, and large numbers of people died. However, some girls retorted that when the Eastern Xia Federation was founded, it was a time of romance and prosperity, with thrilling love stories everywhere, and every girl could meet her own handsome young warlord.

I almost drove my own history teacher crazy.

The most shameless scenario is that a girl wants to travel back in time to become a prostitute, have a few casual romances, and experience the hustle and bustle of the world.

Of course, the same goes for men. Some ordinary people who are not doing well in modern times want to travel back in time to become kings, warlords, or tycoons.

In short, everyone sees themselves as rulers, and no one considers that in a chaotic world or an imperial society, they might just be a commoner oppressed every day.

"Waiter, my drink!"

Someone called out from behind Zhou Yan.

"Oh, sir, it'll be ready soon."

Zhou Yan walked up to the stall with a bottle of orange juice and handed a glass to a young girl. The girl sipped the juice and left. After handing over a few skewers of grilled sausages to a customer, Han Yun had a moment to spare and tilted his head to ask Zhou Yan a question.

"Today is finally over."

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement, and as soon as he finished, his brows furrowed.

Zhou Yan was still in the midst of the parade. Lin Anru led her younger sister to the side of the street. The parade had completely filled the street, so Lin Anru and the others had to stand on the side of the street and wait for the parade to leave before they could go down.

While waiting, Lin Anru took a sip of her drink and then turned to look at the delinquent girl next to her, chatting about where to go for fun the next day.

When they were talking about some tourist attractions in Zhongzhou City, a semi-transparent bullet shot in from an unknown angle. The bullet entered Lin Anru's head from the back. The bullet seemed to be specially made. Even Xie Lin, who could block anti-tank sniper rifles, didn't have the chance to stop it for even half a second. The bullet easily entered the back of Lin Anru's head and then exited from his chin.

Lin'an's eyes were fixed on him, and then he fell to the ground.

The future, which lasted twenty seconds, came to an end.

Zhou Yan put down the beverage bottle in his hand.