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

Having a good boss can definitely make life much easier.

The Shengwu Sword wrapped around Zhou Yan's arm and retracted into his sleeve.

Zhou Yan turned to the side and reached out towards the suite.

"Sir Suzaku..."

Zhuque interrupted.

"I won't go in. Besides returning your weapon, I mainly have something to tell you."

Zhuque laughed, a very eerie laugh.

"Su Changqing is dead."

"Ah! Dead?!"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

"Yes, she's dead, and she died a horrible death. Xuanwu just called me and said that when he went to Zhangjia Community to arrest Zhang Ye's relatives, he saw that all the people from the Celestial caste in Indiana went to the Su family's villa. Xuanwu inquired about it and it seems that one of Su Changqing's close disciples was actually an internal traitor within the Su family. It was this traitor who secretly poisoned Su Bijun and kidnapped her."

"Su Changqing secretly investigated and found out some results. The disciple realized that he was about to be exposed, so he made a desperate decision and killed Su Changqing. Su Changqing was not one to be trifled with either, and he killed his disciple before he died."

Suzaku began to shake his head.

"Then the master and apprentice killed each other. The battle took place in the bedroom of the Su family villa. The roof was blown off and the ground was a mess."

Zhou Yan scoffed in anger.

"I remember that after Ep, who had created a certain Lolita Island, went to prison, he also committed suicide. At the time of his suicide, the surveillance cameras happened to be broken, the guards happened to be changing shifts, and his roommates happened to be taken out. Everything was just so coincidental."

Zhou Yan couldn't help but applaud.

"It just so happens to remind me of a civilian who stole a congressman's computer and was later found to have shot himself in the chest with an SKS semi-automatic rifle (1.02 meters long) and committed suicide."

Suzaku was amused.

"That's different. That civilian stole a congressman's computer and then committed suicide. He was a civilian who died. Su Changqing was a wealthy and high-ranking official who went to Lolita Island. The congressman whose computer was stolen is not Su Changqing who should commit suicide."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"It's not even certain whether the person who died was really Su Changqing."

This time, the Su family sold me out and even cursed me, which completely offended me and Zhuque. Heaven knows if the Su family will stage a self-inflicted injury to appease my and Zhuque's anger.

Zhuque praised.

"That's what I thought too, and then I asked Xuanwu. Little guy, do you know what Xuanwu answered me?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

Zhuque replied.

"Xuanwu said that the body of the dead Su Changqing still contains his Xuan Shui, and the longest-existing Xuan Shui has been there for more than twenty years. Little guy, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhou Yan understood, of course. Xuanwu meant that the dead "Su Changqing" was qualified to drink Xuanwu's Xuan Water when he was alive, and that the Xuan Water had existed for more than twenty years.

This means that the dead "Su Changqing" was not just some random corpse that was given mystical water to fool people. Even if this dead "Su Changqing" was not the real Su Changqing, his status and identity were definitely not those of an ordinary person.

The Xuanwu's Xuan Water is not something anyone can drink.

"Then, what about faking death?"

Zhou Yan inquired.

Zhuque shook her head.

“Xuanwu isn’t stupid. He can tell the difference between a real death and a fake one. But I suspect there might be something wrong with this corpse. If you’re not convinced, little guy, you can go take a look and, while you’re at it, extort some money from the Su family and make them pay for their debt of gratitude.”

Suzaku's tone softened.

"However, I've lived this long and I've always believed in one thing."

Zhuque looked at Zhou Yan intently.

"That is, the more impossible and foolish something seems, the closer it is to the truth."

Zhuque turned around, walked to the end of the corridor, and entered the elevator.

The nine-colored deer beside Zhou Yan tilted its head and rubbed against the hem of Zhou Yan's clothes, asking gently.

"Brother, what were you talking about just now?"

Qingcai didn't understand the conversation between Zhuque and Zhou Yan at all.

Zhou Yan reached out and touched the little guy's head, shaking his head.

"We're talking about whether a bastard lied to us."

Zhou Yan's expression turned cold.

"The best thing a charlatan does is deceive people."

……

After half an hour.

After taking a shower, eating, and changing his clothes, Zhou Yan rode a shared bicycle to the outside of Zhang's community.

Zhangjia Community was particularly lively today. There were security teams of thirty people at each of the several gates. Outside the teams were reporters from various TV stations and social media. The security teams blocked these reporters and anchors from entering, and those who disobeyed were elbowed and dragged aside.

As the victim, Zhou Yan naturally didn't need to enjoy the special treatment of these reporters and anchors. As soon as Zhou Yan arrived at the door, he asked the security guard to pass on a message inside, and soon a bishop of the Miro sect came out.

This bishop Zhou Yan recognized him; he was Su Changqing's personal disciple, who had previously used five tongue-twister-like ropes to bind him and remove the curse.

When the bishop's disciple came out, his eyes and brows were red, and his voice was choked with sorrow.

He has a gentle and kind face, but at this moment his sadness is so intense it's as if he discovered worn lingerie in his wife's closet, asked her if she thought it looked good, and was met with disgust and a rebuke from her that she would never wear it for him.

"It's Mr. Zhou, right? We were wrong about what happened before."

Reporters, sensing the juicy gossip, swarmed around like flies. Security guards immediately formed a human wall around Zhou Yan and the bishop's disciple to prevent the reporters from disturbing them.

The bishop's disciple, Song Nantuo, awkwardly reached out towards the community entrance.

"It's not convenient here, let's go inside and talk."

Zhou Yan followed this disciple of Su Changqing into the community entrance.

Once inside, many things were different. Zhou Yan saw that the windows of many villas in the community were broken, and there were broken glass pieces everywhere on the ground. There were also fragments of infill walls and sections of steel bars in many places.

Song Nantuo, who was leading the way, said in a tearful voice.

“My master has felt that there is a traitor in our family ever since the Holy Maiden went missing, and he has been using various methods to find the traitor.”

Zhou Yan echoed.

"It is the right thing to do."

“It wasn’t until Mr. Zhou came to help us that the traitor called my master, saying he wanted to use you to arrest the traitor. My master was extremely anxious at that time and decided to control Mr. Zhou first, and then deal with other things once we had the initiative.”

This time, Zhou Yan didn't say anything, but just gave a cold snort.

Song Nantuo said bitterly.

"I know this is wrong, but in order to find the Holy Maiden and to protect your safety, Mr. Zhou, my master implanted many tracking spells, poisons, and electronic trackers into your body..."

Zhou Yan remembered that Zhang Ye had indeed said that Su Changqing had placed many tracking devices on him, but Zhang Ye, the old traitor, had erased them all.

"Who knew that the traitor would secretly make a move..."

Song Nantuo's face was filled with grief and indignation.

"We've also placed the 'Five Signs of Decay' curse on you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow.

"Your master is unaware of these 'Five Signs of Decay'?"

Song Nantuo sniffed.

"If I had known, why didn't I help Mr. Zhou get rid of him? How could I not know that the traitor was my third senior brother? And how could I have died at the hands of my third senior brother?"

As Song Nantuo spoke, tears streamed down his face again.

Zhou Yan stared at Song Nantuo's face for a long time. Song Nantuo's emotions changed naturally from crying to sobbing, without any trace of artificiality. It seemed that he was really sad and in pain because his master had died and the traitor was so hateful.

Are all charlatans this good at acting?

I've been looking at it for so long, how come I haven't noticed a single flaw?

The road ended at the Su family's large villa.

The villa's upper two floors had been completely blown up, leaving the area inside the walls in a state of chaos. Outside the walls, dozens of people from the Celestial caste of Indiana stood at a distance, while a circle of Miro cult members stood close to the walls.

Zhou Yan glanced around and spotted the two Su family demigod henchmen who had come to arrest him earlier. The two henchmen looked somewhat uneasy when they saw Zhou Yan and even took several steps back. As for the other Miro Cult members, many of them looked grief-stricken and were sobbing.

Zhou Yan walked to the gate of the Su family villa.

The main gate was open, and Zhou Yan could see Xuanwu's tall, strong, and otherworldly body standing inside, as well as Su Bijun, the graceful and elegant Holy Maiden of the Mi Luo Sect, who had recovered considerably.

In front of the two men were two corpses covered with white sheets.

Zhou Yan walked through the gate of the wall.

Su Bijun turned around when she heard the voice, and her expression became unnatural after seeing Zhou Yan.

Xuanwu didn't turn around, but asked.

"Little one, I've been waiting for you to come and see me."

Xuanwu, with his back to Zhou Yan, pointed to the covered corpse in front of him.

"Look, if there are no problems, these two bodies will be handed over to the Su family to handle."

Zhou Yan silently walked to Xuanwu's side and slowly lifted the white sheet covering the corpse on his left.

A strong smell of blood wafted out, and Zhou Yan saw Su Changqing.

The old man, who had previously had many interactions with Zhou Yan, lay on the ground, his face pale and with traces of blood on his chin.

Zhou Yan opened the attribute panel, and the status bar inside the attribute panel read "Poisoned by Black Abyss Poison, all supernatural powers lost".

The white cloth was lifted to the chest, and Zhou Yan saw a fist-sized, explosively split wound. There was no wound on the back, only on the chest. The wound looked like it had exploded from the inside. Zhou Yan saw fragments of heart flesh gushing out, bits of flesh mixed with ribs and chest flesh, and a piece of clothing spread out from the chest.

Su Bijun explained from behind Zhou Yan.

"This is the Mind-Stealing Curse, my... beast's most prized spell."

Zhou Yan raised his gaze to the top of the attribute panel.

Name: Su Changqing.

Judging from the name, it is indeed Su Changqing's corpse.

Zhou Yan then opened the attributes such as place of origin and occupation, and what he saw all matched Su Changqing's identity as the vice leader of the Miro Cult.

Zhou Yan covered the body with a white sheet, then walked to another body and uncovered it.

This corpse was in far worse condition than Su Changqing's. The flesh on the left side of his body was torn apart, and his ribs, leg bones, and skull were exposed to the air, with his internal organs spilling out onto the ground.

Su Bijun sighed, her ethereal and elegant features taking on a beauty reminiscent of Xi Shi clutching her heart.

“This is my third senior uncle. He was an orphan when he was young and was adopted by Lord Su. Lord Su loved this child dearly from a young age, and even though he wasn't of a high caste, he went against the majority opinion to make him a bishop, but unexpectedly…”

Su Bijun said bitterly.

"You ungrateful wretch!"

Xuanwu took out a notebook sealed in a plastic bag from his pocket.

"This is the diary I found in the room of the traitor."

Zhou Yan took it, opened the plastic seal, and then wrapped his hands in his clothes to flip through the diary. The contents of the diary were simple: this "traitor" was complaining that he was not accepted by the high-caste circles, and that the people felt that he, an orphan, was unworthy to be a bishop.

The "traitor" didn't want to live like this. He wanted to be respected, to be of a higher caste, and to join the upper class of Indiana.

Zhou Yan put the diary back into the plastic bag.

Xuanwu asked.

"how do you feel?"

Zhou Yan said sarcastically.

"Who in their right mind keeps a diary?"

Xuanwu shook his head.