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

Surrounded by several maids, Little Yama stood in front of the Ghost King, and even kicked the Ghost King with his toes.

The high-ranking members of Survivor Base No. 65 looked at each other in bewilderment, while the investigator team led by Lao Wu turned pale.

This morning, the higher-ups at Survivor Base No. 65 said that the Crimson Base had committed numerous atrocities and could be killed. Half a day later, Little Yama's maid squad had already brought over the corpses of the strongest people from the Crimson Base, as well as the remains of the Ghost King.

It should be noted that the Crimson Base, relying on the corpse of the Ghost King, possessed such terrifying combat power that no one in the surrounding area dared to provoke it.

The fighting power of Little Yama's side is truly unfathomable.

"interesting."

Little Yama kicked the Ghost King a few times with his toes, but still didn't see any reaction from the Ghost King. He turned around and shouted towards the gate.

"Xiao Yan, come out and get an appraisal done."

Footsteps sounded at the door, and Zhou Yan, wearing a chef's uniform and holding a sausage in his mouth, came out.

The expressions of the survivor base's high-ranking officers and investigators nearby subtly shifted.

Because all the maids in the library and the creatures roaming outside were female, the higher-ups and investigators subconsciously believed that Zhou Yan was the core of this group.

Xiao Yanjun was merely the person in charge that Zhou Yan had put forward.

Now that this key figure has emerged, the rest is about establishing a relationship with him. 5"＊6△√"

Zhou Yan walked to Little Yama's side and stared at the Ghost King's corpse.

Little Yama tugged at Zhou Yan's clothes, and Zhou Yan pulled out a banana from his pocket.

Little Yama's eyes widened.

Zhou Yan explained.

"You've eaten too much meat, eat some bananas to help with digestion."

"Humph……"

Little Yama took the banana, peeled it, and took a bite.

I must say, it tastes much better than regular bananas.

Zhou Yan bent down and reached out to touch the Ghost King's corpse. After a few seconds, Zhou Yan looked up and said.

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear?"

Little Yama, who was biting into a banana, mumbled incoherently.

"Let's start with the good news."

Zhou Yan stood up, kicked the Ghost King's corpse, and then spoke.

"This guy is indeed the King of the Underworld, one of the Ten Great Underworld Marshals."

Little Yama said with disdain.

"Nonsense, I can see that too."

"The bad news is, this guy's death is imminent."

Zhou Yan sighed.

"It was five hundred years ago."

Little Yama stopped biting into the banana.

The Eternal Night Calamity has only been a little over a hundred years since it began. Or rather, the future we are in now is only a little over three hundred years from the time Zhou Yan and Little Yama arrived. The Ghost King's corpse is from five hundred years ago, which means that the Ghost King's death has nothing to do with the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar.

Are we going in the wrong direction?

A young, fresh-faced investigator stepped forward and looked at Zhou Yan with a troubled expression.

"Excuse me, sir, may I have some chicken?"

Zhou Yan nodded. 5

"I'll make it for you."

Zhou Yan glanced at the other corpses in the Crimson Base, found nothing, and turned to go to the library's kitchen to cook.

However, as soon as they entered the library, the young man who had previously said he wanted to eat chicken came up to Zhou Yan and stood beside him.

Zhou Yan looked at the young man with displeasure.

"I'll take care of what you want to eat; you don't need to come along."

No matter what he does, Zhou Yan hates having people around him. For example, he hates it when others are standing while he sits, and when he's playing a game, he hates it when others are talking to him.

The young man looked around and whispered.

"That's not how it is, sir. The Great Xia Organization actually has channels of communication with us..."

Zhou Yan shuddered.

The young man winked at Zhou Yan.

"...When we arrived, we had already asked Survivor Base No. 66 to contact the Great Xia Organization's team. However, I doubt they would even respond to our inquiries. Therefore, we hope that you can tell us your identities, so that we can use you as leverage to attract the Great Xia Organization's attention when we contact them."

Zhou Yan looked puzzled.

When Xiao Yanjun was discussing with this group of people, they talked about the Great Xia Organization and various intelligence secrets, but they didn't mention that they had already made contact with the Great Xia Organization through Base No. 66.

While cooking in the kitchen and juicing ○○, Zhou Yan was thinking that he and Xiao Yanjun would wait until they were stronger enough to protect themselves before going to the Great Xia Organization to see how much these remnants of the Eastern Xia Federation knew about their ancestors and whether they could tell him the inside story of the collapse of the Heavenly Pillar.

Not long after, the people at the survivor base suddenly told him that they had intelligence about the Great Xia Organization.

Do you know why you didn't say so sooner?

Do you know why you didn't tell Little Yama, and why you specifically stopped me?

　SUSuo:々→肆←壹≮·≯就《〉％△》△／ Zhou Yan suddenly laughed.

"You guys... you're treating me like a hidden boss, aren't you?"

The young man looked puzzled.

"Hidden BOSS?"

What is the hidden boss?

Zhou Yan pointed to himself.

"Do you guys think I'm special, that something's off about me, like some important person in the library?"

The young man smiled sheepishly.

Zhou Yan patted the child on the shoulder.

"Young man, don't overthink things, don't play mind games like that. But has Base 66 really made contact with the Great Xia Organization?"

The young man nodded vigorously.

“Yes, the Great Xia Organization often comes out to exchange supplies with our survivor bases. We can’t say we’re very familiar with each other, but we can still communicate with each other without any problems. Chef, if you’re willing, I can take you to Survivor Base No. 66, and then from Survivor Base No. 66 to the Great Xia Organization’s base.”

"If you find it troublesome, you can also provide some intelligence, and we will pass it on to the Great Xia Organization so that they can come to see you from their base."

The young man's face was full of sincerity.

After these survivors at the base figured out that Zhou Yan was the mastermind behind the library, they decided to keep the most important matter a secret from Xiao Yanjun and come to Zhou Yan to claim credit.

This serves two purposes: firstly, to demonstrate their discerning eye; secondly, to curry favor with Zhou Yan; and thirdly, to let Zhou Yan see their value.

Zhou Yan was too lazy to care about the petty thoughts of these outsiders. He turned his head, stroked his chin, and began to think about what he should say to get the people from the Great Xia Organization to come to his side.

It's impossible for me to go.

Right now, neither I nor Little Yama are strong enough to fight, and neither of us has mastered a godhood. If the Great Xia Organization has any god-level artifacts or powerful demigods, going to their homeland would be suicide.

Therefore, the best approach is to have diplomats from the Great Xia organization come to us for discussions.

Even against a single demigod, with Little Yama's current combat power, his own sense of danger, and the advantage of the Phoenix City Library, he could escape even if he couldn't win.

"Um……"

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Yan turned to look at the young man.

"You bring the people from the Great Xia Organization here. The message I want to convey is this: 'Didn't Bixia Yuanjun save the Heavenly Pillar of Mount Tai?'"

The young man muttered in bewilderment.

"Bixia Yuanjun... Mount Tai Tianzhu..."

Zhou Yan walked away from the young heartthrob.

A minute later, watching Zhou Yan's figure disappear into the kitchen, the young man lowered his head and silently walked out of the library.

As soon as he stepped out the door, the young man heard gasps of surprise and exclamations from his elders.

"This is impossible..."

"How did you do that?"

"It actually came back to life..."

The young man gave him a bewildered look, and then, like his elders, Ba stared in disbelief, speechless.

The corpse of the Ghost King brought by the maid army created by Little Yama's face-shaping surgery, the remains of the Yin General who could only increase the supply of Yin energy and improve the physical strength of awakened ghosts, has now risen from its lying position and is standing in front of Little Yama.

Then he knelt on one knee and bowed his head before Little Yama.

Little Yama patted the Ghost King's head, as if he were petting a docile house dog.

Chapter Twelve Danger

Outside Survivor Base No. 3 in Big Cup City.

Inside an SUV, a young man connected to a communicator, and the voice of the chief of staff who had been chatting with Xiao Yanjun earlier came through.

“We have made contact with the leader of that maid group. The person in charge of their group told me that what you should say to the Great Xia Organization is, ‘Didn’t Bixia Yuanjun save the pillar of Mount Tai?’”

The young man inside the SUV repeated, puzzled.

"Didn't Bixia Yuanjun save the Heavenly Pillar of Mount Tai?"

"Yes, that's the sentence. Go talk to the contact person of the Great Xia Organization and see if you can get any information."

"I see."

The young man put away his phone and got out of the SUV. A group of young people were standing outside the SUV. In this day and age, you have to have your people watch over anything you leave behind, otherwise, if you go out for a while, you might not be able to see your things when you turn around.

And don't even think about getting your things back through the local sheriff. You're not one of their people, and the local sheriff won't take responsibility for you.

"Keep an eye on our car."

The young man pointed to the SUV next to him.

The teammates nodded in response.

"Don't worry, it won't be stolen."

Another teammate joked.

"Unless they step over our dead bodies."

The young man left satisfied.

The parking spot was outside the outer wall of Base Three, where more than 5,000 people lived. They were all refugees who had to sell their clothes to buy food. No one cared about the number of people who died or starved each day, except for the well-fed people inside the walls who would come out to see which woman was prettier.

Walking further in, inside the city walls, the people inside looked much better, both in terms of their clothes and complexions. There were also constant patrols by security officers to maintain order, making the area inside and outside the city walls, separated by only one wall, feel like two different worlds.

The young man from Base 66 went to the city's exchange.

Base Three has a population of 150,000, which is enough to provide it with a large number of nuclear fusion experts. When problems arise with the fusion materials and fusion instruments of nuclear fusion power generation facilities at other bases, they all come to Base Three to find experts to solve them.

This also allowed Base 3 to receive offerings from other survivor bases, providing more people to feed.

As soon as they entered the exchange, a sweet-looking girl approached the young man from Base 66.

"Hey, Wang Siyi ←⊥2″`◆＄叁|⌒3¤ˇ Please search for QQ groups. : Yao, you haven't been here in a long time."

The sweet-looking girl was an office worker at the exchange. She used to meet with Wang Yao, a young man from Base 66, and the two had a good relationship.

The young man from Base 66 shrugged and spread his hands.

"There's nothing I can do. The stuff at your base is too expensive. My old man keeps saying he wants you to lend a hand. We're going to have so many people starve to death back home."

The sweet girl covered her mouth and laughed.

"I really like an old saying: you get what you pay for.