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

Just as the two tattooed teenagers parked their car at the entrance of the complex, two other young men with equally energetic faces and innocent eyes stepped out.

Upon seeing the two young men, the tattooed youth quickly took the bundle from the back of his cart and said smugly.

"Old Hu, Old Zhao, look, we've made our first pot of gold."

"Great! That's really good."

"Once we finish today, we'll have blood on our hands. Then, when we go to seek refuge, who will dare to look down on us?"

"Hehehehehe..."

Four young people, arms around each other's shoulders, entered the second floor of the complex.

This abandoned factory has been abandoned for over thirty years, and the interior is covered in dust and cobwebs. However, many areas on the second floor have been carefully cleaned, and several quilts are laid out on the floor, with a blond, blue-eyed young man sitting next to them.

Behind the young man were five girls, ranging in age from eight to their early twenties.

When the young man came up, he glanced at the five girls and couldn't hide his smugness.

The blond boy sitting on the quilt looked behind the four young people who had come up and asked in confusion.

"Hasn't Fang Mi arrived yet?"

A young man with a buzz cut stepped forward and said.

"That guy used to be a good student, so he probably still can't let go of the past. Let's wait and see."

The other boys went to their respective beds, glancing occasionally at the girls who were placed in the corner, their bodies bound and their mouths gagged so they couldn't make a sound.

This is their pledge of allegiance.

The boys were young people from another city. They were either fifteen or sixteen years old, and were about to graduate from high school.

At this age, most young students will start looking for jobs. Because they don't have advanced skills, these batches of high school graduates either become food delivery drivers, couriers, chefs, or run small grocery stores.

To live a life where you can see yourself retiring as soon as you start your career.

This was the fate of the lower classes in the Eastern Xia Federation for almost half a century.

The teenagers present did not want this to happen.

They didn't want to follow in their parents' footsteps and live their lives as nobodys, nor did they want to live a stagnant life with no future.

But in this era, the upper class cannot get ahead with just passion, and universities are not something that ordinary families can afford.

Therefore, joining a gang was the only option.

Gang members are influential wherever they go. They can eat without paying and when fighting, they can just show off the gun on their waist to make others back down.

Even when facing the police, their own parents, or school teachers, these gang members can intimidate and scare away the group of people that even the most timid teenagers fear.

What's most impressive is that every time the gang members appear in front of the teenagers, they are always accompanied by beautiful women from the underworld.

These gang members seem to never lack women around them.

So when these teenagers faced their future after graduation, they began to dream of becoming powerful gang members.

These gang members lead exciting and violent lives, indulging in debauchery, and everyone is afraid of them.

It's practically the legendary career that young people dream of.

Who wouldn't want to be the Godfather?

But gangs are places where seniority matters. Even if you go there to join a gang, the local gang might not be willing to accept you. Even if they do, you'll be bullied everywhere and ordered around by senior gang members.

The young people couldn't stand the process of accumulating seniority, so they came up with a way that was both outlandish and a shortcut to instant success.

They killed people.

There is a hierarchy of contempt even within gangs, and at the top of that hierarchy are high-level criminals who have killed people and served time in prison.

The more serious the crime you commit and the longer you spend in prison, the more respect others will have for you.

So after thinking it over for a while, the young people decided to kill, using human lives as a pledge of loyalty.

Once you've killed someone, no one will look down on you anymore. As long as you have a life on your hands and you're in a gang, no one in the gang will dare to bully you.

How good.

"Ta Tata..."

A series of footsteps came up, and not long after, a boy wearing glasses and looking somewhat simple-minded appeared from the stairs. The boy was holding a sleeping little girl in his arms, who looked to be less than five years old.

The blond boy waved to the bespectacled boy who was approaching.

"Old Fang, you're back?"

The bespectacled boy walked up to his group of friends with an awkward smile and put the sleeping little girl in his arms down beside them.

The others stood up one after another.

A tattooed young man began distributing guns. They didn't dare to kill with knives, so they had to make do with guns. However, when he handed out the guns, the tattooed young man's hands were trembling. As if to prevent the trembling from affecting him, the tattooed young man spoke to each of his friends who were handing out guns.

"If we win this round, we'll be the elite."

“If we join the gang, no one will dare to bully us.”

"We won't have to be cooks or delivery drivers anymore. We'll eat well and drink well from now on, and everyone will envy us."

"Don't you like An Linru? After we finish this, we'll be the coolest guys in the whole school. Go confess to her, and An Linru won't dare to refuse."

"Our future is bright."

"pay close attention!"

The pistols were all distributed.

Everyone's trembling hands touched the guns in their hands, and many looked at the girls they had tied up.

These girls are a mix of innocence, arrogance, and cuteness; they are all flowers in the most beautiful years of their lives.

After abducting these girls, several young men became agitated and wanted to take advantage of them on the spot, but they were stopped by many other young men.

These girls are their pledge of allegiance; they're already pitiful enough, so please don't mistreat them.

They believe they are a righteous gangster and must leave a final line.

These young people were so moved that they all felt like heroes and chivalrous figures from classic martial arts movies.

Now, this is the debut battle for these righteous gangsters.

9. A blond-haired boy pointed a pistol at the oldest girl and muttered something under his breath.

Ling: "Once I achieve success, I will protect your family and brothers, so don't come looking for me if you die."

The blond-haired boy pressed the safety button.

However, before he could press the safety and then the trigger, the blond boy felt a chill in his heart. This chill was like turning on the switch to ice water. An indescribable, chilling cold spread from his heart outwards, making him shiver all over.

The blond boy looked down in surprise and saw a sword tip protruding from his chest, with blood blooming brightly and staining his clothes a vivid red.

"I……"

"Whoosh..."

The sword tip was pulled from the blond boy's chest, and the blond boy shuddered and fell to the ground.

The other boys looked at the blond boy lying on the ground with confusion.

During the viewing, two gunshots rang out, "Bang!"

Two more dream-filled teenagers fell to the ground with wounds on their heads that would never heal.

The last two boys realized something was wrong and turned around. They saw three people standing behind them: one man and two women. The man was holding a bamboo sword, and the two women were each holding a pistol.

Handguns aren't very accurate due to recoil. Normally, if you can hit a moving target from ten meters away—and I mean a moving target—and get headshots every time, you'd be considered a national-level sharpshooter. If you can get headshots every time from twenty meters away, you'd be a world-class sharpshooter.

Of course, now the two girls holding guns are firing at targets within one meter, so there's no need to talk about technique; they're almost always hitting their targets.

"Wait, we..."

Before the last three boys could utter the word "surrender," Zhou Yan's Shengwu sword slid across their necks.

The sharpness brought by the divine blade makes the flesh and blood of the human body as soft as tofu.

Zhou Yan easily killed the last three teenagers.

Chapter Fourteen: Another Enemy Arrives

Songjiang Cemetery, Dajiang City.

A funeral procession walked from the entrance of the cemetery to a grave that had already been dug.

An old Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe and wearing a Hunyuan scarf, spoke loudly.

"The venerable sage of morality, whose merits have been perfected, descends to receive you."

The Master, through his own compassion, sprinkles the waters of Dharma, sincerely washing away delusion. May this [become]

"May I forever cross the Three Pure Shores, and constantly bid farewell to the Five Turbid Muds..."

Several funeral company employees were scattering paper money nearby, and the sound of weeping continued. (8)

Several Taoist disciples nearby began to take out the kind of loudspeakers used for square dancing and chant the "Soul Crossing Scripture" in accompaniment to their master.

Several porters, accompanied by background music, walked past the deceased and carefully placed the coffin containing the body into the pre-dug grave.

Some relatives and friends began to approach the deceased's wife and son, offering words of comfort.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life..."

"Jiang Yu wouldn't want you and your child to live even in the afterlife..." (Group)

"We still need to look more to the future..."

The wife and son began to cover their faces and cry, but not a single tear fell. Everyone could see that the mother and son did not seem very sad, but no one cared. After all, they had finished comforting them and looking at the funeral, they would go back to eat. The best thing was to make the funeral lively and festive.

"Whoosh..."

The ground behind a tombstone loosened, and then a pale, skeletal hand emerged from beneath the soil.

Several people who were trying to comfort the deceased's wife heard a strange sound amidst the loud background music, and turned to look at the source of the sound.

They saw a smooth, pale yellow skull mixed with soil, with a thumb-sized hole split open at the center of its forehead, emerging from beneath the soil. Then came the shoulder bones, collarbones, and ribs.

Holy crap!

"Damn it!"

"It's come back to life!"

"It's come back to life!"

The first few people who saw the skeletons emerge screamed and ran wildly toward the cemetery entrance.

The others, startled, also looked in the direction of the resurrected corpse.

The funeral company salesperson was immediately in an uproar over this group of deceased relatives and friends.

Holy crap!

"Ghost!"

A large number of people rushed out of the cemetery.

The once bustling cemetery cooled down in less than a minute.

The skeleton that emerged from the grave watched these people leave, then raised its hand and touched the wound between its eyebrows.

This was caused by a bullet fired by that group of young people who wanted to prove their loyalty. The bullet pierced through the forehead and left a fist-sized wound on the back of the head.

The brain tissue was churned into a mess at that time.

The body's owner was dead at that moment, utterly dead.

Therefore, the resurrected skeleton is not the deceased master.

A black wind emerged from around the skeleton, drawing out strands of black silk that coiled around it. Then, layers of flesh, skin, nerves, and fat appeared and wrapped around it.

A moment later, a stunningly beautiful girl appeared, her entire body covered by a layer of black gauze.

The girl murmured softly.

"Bai Ze..."

"You seem to be in worse shape than me?!"

So, Bai Ze can't beat himself right now?