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

Now that the great undertaking has been accomplished, everyone is naturally happy and relaxed.

Without thinking much, he went offline and pushed open the door to go inside.

Upon entering, a strong smell of blood rushed over. Xia was stunned for a moment, while the woman he was holding rolled her eyes around the prefab house before her eyes and mouth widened rapidly.

She saw a young man standing inside the prefab house, with five human heads beside him. The faces of these heads were filled with unspeakable pain and despair, as if they had endured unimaginable torture in life.

The only surviving young man rolled his eyes and smiled at the mature woman. The mature woman immediately felt that the young man's eyes were like black holes, filled with completely unknown fear and madness. This fear and madness surged out like a tidal wave and overwhelmed her. The mature woman's eyes rolled back and she fell to the ground, fainting from fright.

The young man looked down at the kill screen, smelled the blood, swallowed hard as he watched his former teammate's head disappear, and then turned his eyes to Su Xiaowan, whom he was holding.

He paused, stunned. Hadn't the fox already been taken away by the priests of the Miro Cult?

How come you're here now, and you're even one of my own brothers...

In an instant, I understood a lot after logging off.

They've kicked a hornet's nest.

"I... I had no choice."

He muttered to himself as he logged off.

He was originally a resident of Dandelion City near Zhongzhou City, and worked as a law-abiding driver. However, when the epidemic controlled by Zhao Wenhe appeared, his parents died from the disease, his wife was shot and killed, and his friends and relatives left one by one. Mobs and riots filled everything in his world. Therefore, he had no choice but to risk his life and travel a hundred miles to Zhongzhou City to seek a way to survive.

They found a way to survive, and the federal government took them in, but what about the future?

While offline in the disaster area, I kept thinking about my future and what I could do after I left the disaster area.

The process of thinking is incredibly disheartening.

The house of the person who went offline has been smashed.

With his savings, assets, and parents all gone, is he, a carefree middle-aged man with no skills other than driving, destined to work odd jobs and live a life of hunger and hardship in the future just to make a living?

And then die sometime in winter, on an ordinary day when there's no work?

He didn't want things to go like that; he didn't want his future to be a cycle of poverty and cold, struggling to survive.

Therefore, recruiting members of the Miro Cult was his only hope.

He has the hope that he can live a good and comfortable life in the future.

Therefore, he had no choice but to repay kindness with enmity and rely on Su Xiaowan to fight for a future for him.

So how could Zhou Yan blame himself for this?

If it were someone else, would anyone not choose their own option?

Given the choice between a bright future and a future of hunger and cold, anyone would know which to choose!

Zhou Yan said nonchalantly.

"You really had no choice."

Zhou Yan understood that when a glimmer of hope appears before a hopeless person, that person will seize that hope at all costs, even at the cost of their own soul.

His eyes were filled with hope; he felt that his words had moved Zhou Yan and that he might be able to survive.

Zhou Yan then changed his tone.

"But having no choice doesn't contradict the fact that you did something wrong."

"From the moment you do something wrong, whether you have a choice or not, you should be clear about one thing."

Zhou Yan grinned, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

"What goes around comes around."

A chill rose from the tailbone of the lower body, extending down the spine, neck, and top of the head, causing the hair to stand on end.

The next few hours were spent offline, experiencing the most painful night of my life.

Chapter Eighteen: The Party

Nine o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Zhongzhou City.

A blue luxury car drove up to the scene of a car accident, and then a priest dressed in the robes of a senior priest of the Miro Church got out.

After getting out of the car, the senior priest first glanced at the police surrounding the accident site, then looked at the car itself. The car hadn't overturned or rolled over; all six tires were still on the ground. However, the front of the car was severely deformed, especially the center, where a huge vertical dent clearly told everyone the reason for the accident.

Blood continued to flow from the car door, staining the ground with bright red spots.

The senior pastor walked to the truck involved in the accident. A policeman who was taking notes turned around and made eye contact with the senior pastor.

The senior pastor smiled very politely.

“This car belongs to our Miro sect, and the deceased should be a pastor of our sect.”

The police officer turned to the side and pointed to the three pastors behind the vehicle, who had been run over by the vehicle after landing, resulting in their brains and livers being dismembered.

"Go and see if those three are your family members."

The senior priest went to the back and returned half a minute later, saying with deep sorrow.

"Yes, they are all pastors from our sect."

The police officer said casually.

"This car accident seems to be caused by force majeure. Your priest's skills are incompetent, which is why he died so tragically."

A policewoman standing nearby chimed in.

"Driving so fast so late at night is practically suicidal."

The senior priest's expression changed several times.

There wasn't a single big tree on this suburban road, yet the front of the car was dented from the impact. Even a fool could see that this accident was abnormal. The senior priest could easily imagine that there was an Awakened One or a steel pillar in front of his pickup truck, and his car crashed into it, resulting in this scene.

But this is Zhongzhou City, there are no video cameras on the outskirts, and there are no eyewitnesses in the surrounding area. In addition, given the current turbulent environment, the murderer seems to be an awakened individual.

The police didn't want to get involved.

A police officer of the highest rank came up and handed a signature sheet to the senior pastor.

"Sir, our police have confirmed that this car accident was purely accidental. If you have no comments or suggestions, please write them down at the beginning of this 'Investigation Responsibility Form'."

The senior pastor glanced through the "Investigation Responsibility Form," which contained clauses stating that the police had investigated and clarified the responsibilities of all parties, that all parties agreed on the division of responsibilities, and that no further action would be taken against any party.

In short, everyone could see that something was wrong, but the police just didn't want to get involved and wanted to end the matter hastily.

The senior priest sneered inwardly.

These good-for-nothings!

In Indiana, a senior pastor would be expected to kneel and kiss the toes of the police chief when he arrives, but Midtown is not Indiana, and these police officers have no subordinate relationship with the senior pastor.

The senior pastor suppressed his displeasure and signed the "responsibility investigation form".

The police walked away satisfied, and then began dealing with the dead body and the pickup truck involved in the accident.

The senior pastor glanced at the police officers a few times, memorizing their names and faces. He vowed that when his sect, the Miro, began to spread throughout the country and both houses of Congress were filled with followers of his sect, he would personally go to these irresponsible police officers and make them kneel down and lick his shoes.

It's one thing for others to die, but even the noble priests of the Miro Church are dead, and they don't even care. It's blasphemous.

The senior pastor returned to his luxury car and drove it to the disaster-stricken area where his denomination was preaching.

The disaster relief area was reached quickly. After the senior pastor paid the guards at the door, he parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and walked into the disaster relief area.

The disaster area was no longer as lively as before. Shortly after the senior priest entered, he saw a large crowd gathered together. Then, several soldiers came out carrying several human heads and several body bags.

A group of disaster victims nearby whispered fearfully.

"Didn't Yang Fei say he'd already made contact with the priest of the Miro Cult?"

"Tell me, isn't this the little fox spirit's revenge?"

"Didn't the priest of the Miro Cult guarantee that the little fox spirit has been rid of the evil spirit?"

"You don't know anything. These charlatans from the Mi Luo Cult talk a big game, but they're actually not that great. Look at this little fox spirit, she took revenge and died because she deserved to."

"Then what do we do?"

"If we talk to the military now, will they take action?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? When have the army and police ever cared about how many of our people die, except when they're collecting corpses?"

Many people felt uneasy, remembering their previous involvement in the suppression of the Little Fox Fairy and the fact that some had even thrown stones at her. Furthermore, with the local army beginning to relax its control, they feared that if they asked the army for help, the army would simply ignore them.

After all, their lives belong to themselves, and the hatred belongs to the disaster victims; the army is too lazy to care whether the disaster victims live or die.

To reiterate, the army of the Eastern Xia Federation was not created to serve the people and protect citizens. The deep-seated conflict between the Eastern Xia Federation's army and the people is such that when the army enters a disaster area, it is fully armed, even with tanks. If anything goes wrong, it is permissible to kill the disaster victims in droves.

Therefore, the disaster victims do not believe that the army can guarantee their safety.

After listening to the rumors for a while, the senior pastor roughly understood what was going on.

He knew that his priest had applied to Su Bijun for advanced magical artifacts and divine medicine. In addition, since he hadn't found the little fox spirit's body in the pickup truck, he figured that his priest had probably captured the little fox spirit and was then retaliated against by the little fox spirit's accomplices.

The disaster victims who were just transported out were probably their own sect's recruits in the disaster area. That little fox fairy's accomplices are quite formidable; they even managed to dig out their own recruits.

The senior priest went to a corner, hid himself, and then dialed the phone number of his own saintess, Su Bijun.

"Holy Maiden, Wang Qutong is dead..."

The senior pastor recounted everything he had seen and learned.

"...That's the gist of it. Wang Qutong must have run into a tough opponent while preaching. Should we still continue the mission?"

"What's there to be afraid of..."

Su Bijun sounded completely indifferent on the phone.

"Keep spreading the word. These disaster victims have completely offended the little fox spirit. They have no choice but to side with us. This time, find a few more priests to calm them down. If all else fails, I will step in to help."

The senior pastor felt relieved.

The charlatan walked up to the crowd, who were uneasy because of the deaths of Yang Fei and others, and said loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the pastor of the Miro Church, who came here after hearing your panic."

Everyone turned to look at the charlatan, and the senior priest revealed his well-honed, seemingly divine smile.

"It's fine if the government doesn't care and the army doesn't mind when the fox demon does evil and ravages the people, but it's normal for us, the followers of the Miro Cult, to be concerned."

The senior priest clenched his fist in front of his chest.

"We will not abandon any of the Celestial Venerable's subjects!"

These words, like a pebble dropped into a pond, created ripples in the emotions of countless disaster victims.

……

Zhangjia Community, Su Bijun's Villa, Study.

Sitting behind the only desk in the study, Su Bijun picked up her phone and looked at it. The phone showed a photo of Su Xiaowan being entangled in a talisman net.

Xin Yuehu is a fox, and Su Bijun is naturally fond of foxes. Therefore, when she saw Su Xiaowan, she was delighted and wanted to take the child to her side and take good care of her.

Wang Qutong also received magical artifacts and divine items sponsored by Su Bijun for this.

To Su Bijun's disappointment, she had already invested so much, and not only did Wang Qutong squander it all, but he also lost her life in the process.

Have you wasted your sixty-plus years of life?

The phone screen displaying Su Xiaowan's photo suddenly switched to the call screen, followed by the phone ringing.

Someone called; the caller ID showed Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan?

Su Bijun's heart stirred, and she smiled again.

Zhou Yan had hung up on her earlier, which made Su Bijun think he was arrogant, but now, only a day later, he's actually calling her back.

He's all talk and no action, but his body is quite honest.

Ha, what a stinky man.

Su Bijun answered the phone, and Zhou Yan's voice came through.

"Ms. Su, you'd like to talk to me, wouldn't you?"

Su Bijun gave a soft "hmm".

"I want to know the entire process of Yingzhao summoning the Heavenly Emperor, as well as the role you played. Depending on the importance of the information you can provide, I will pay a price that will definitely satisfy you."