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

Zhou Yan stared at Little Yama.

Little Yama swallowed the meat in his mouth.

"Since the other side is ruthless, don't blame us for being ruthless too. Xiao Yan, can you pinpoint the location of the danger?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"We can only roughly determine the direction and distance."

"That's enough."

Little Yama got up, and from the shadows behind him, Ghost King, one of the Ten Great Underworld Marshals, emerged.

Little Yama did not revive the Ghost King, but with the status of the Central Ghost Emperor, Little Yama took control of the Ghost King's body. Afterwards, Little Yama strictly ordered the person in charge of Base 65 not to reveal this matter.

If these people were of sound mind, they wouldn't tell anyone. In other words, the assassins coming from the other side might not know that they have a ghost king as a henchman on their side.

By being prepared to take advantage of the unprepared, even if one's own forces are at a disadvantage, one can still ensure a safe retreat.

Little Yama invited Zhou Yan.

"Hey kid, interested in ganking from the bushes with Brother Yan?"

Zhou Yan clenched his fist in front of his chest.

"Of course, when I play LOL, my favorite pick is Garen to ambush people from the bushes."

Little Yama's eyes darted around.

"It's not just about ganking. When we go out to catch people this time, we also need to act high and make others look up to us."

Only when you make others feel that you are powerful will they respect you and give you more advantages in future negotiations.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Yan said.

“Then let’s find a river and wait for the assassin to come. I’ll row the boat, and you play the flute, Brother Yan. We’ll slowly row to the assassin while you play the flute. When we get there, you finish playing the flute, and then you say, ‘I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.’ That’ll definitely fool him.”

Little Yama touched his lips and said.

"Can you estimate the direction we're heading towards? Are there any rivers nearby?"

There are maps in the library, and both Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun have looked at them.

Zhou Yan compared the directions, then recalled the map, and shook his head.

"Maybe not."

If it's not there, then there's nothing we can do.

"How about we try a different way of showing off?"

Little Yama said.

Zhou Yan thought for a moment.

"How about we wait until the assassin arrives in a city, then have dozens of maids throw flower petals, play music, and turn on streetlights on the streets where the assassin will be? Give him the treatment of an Oscar star?"

Little Yama also thought about it.

"This is too pretentious and inappropriate."

Little Yama had a flash of inspiration.

"How about this, before that assassin arrives, we should clear out one street. When he arrives, we should turn on the lights and streetlights, turn on all the lights in the street, and make all the shops bright. We should also have our maids fill all the shops, just like when humanity was at its most prosperous."

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Little Yama looked smug.

“Send my maid over and tell him, ‘My master has been waiting for you at the XX hot pot restaurant for quite some time. Guest, would you mind having a meal with my master?’”

Little Yama was facing Zhou Yan.

"When the time comes, bring out more of the good things that have become extinct in this era."

Because of the lack of sunlight in this era, many plants have become extinct, but Zhou Yan possesses the divine power bestowed by Nuwa—transformation. Non-celestial plants and precious materials can be transformed through the soil.

For this reason, Zhou Yan can make things like butter hot pot with lots of spices, sesame sauce, scallion oil, fermented bean curd and other dipping sauces made with spices and food, as well as fresh vegetables, beef and mutton rolls, lotus root starch, cornstarch, frozen tofu and other ingredients for hot pot.

These cheap things that are readily available in modern times are top-tier, or rather, rare luxury items in this post-apocalyptic world. They are things that most survivor base leaders cannot afford and most people have never even heard of.

Any assassin on the other side who knew what Zhou Yan was taking out would definitely be terrified by these hot pot ingredients.

Eight is like an office worker who works more than ten hours a day. One night after working overtime, he was stopped by a beautiful maid on his way home. The beautiful maid then took him to a seemingly ordinary restaurant to have dinner with their master. During the meal, the office worker was shocked to find that every dish on the table, even the seemingly ordinary dipping sauce, was worth more than he could earn in his entire life.

What would the office workers think at this moment? And what would the assassin who came to harm Zhou Yan and his companion think?

Chapter Thirteen: Meeting an Old Acquaintance

It was a dark night in the outskirts of Osaka City.

Liu Yidao's figure, shrouded in darkness, walked along a passageway riddled with cracks.

After the Three Eternal Nights, the days were dark and the nights were pitch black. Moreover, if you saw light outside at night, it didn't mean there were living people there; more likely, it meant there were man-eating monsters.

As the figure raced forward, lights of various colors began to appear on both sides of the national highway, which had long been neglected and rendered mostly useless, and continued to approach the fleeing black shadow.

The shadowy figure accelerated, but the surrounding light seemed to have its eye on this fleshy, savory figure. As the shadowy figure raced forward, any ghosts without lower bodies approached, only to vanish in a flash.

Huge clumps of hair rushed toward the shadowy figure, but as soon as they got close, the hair burst into flames.

Several strong zombies lunged at the shadowy figure, but were blown to pieces halfway there.

Having slaughtered all the monsters along the way, the dark figure stormed into the Grand Wine Market unscathed.

The Great Wine City was originally a city with a population of one million. After the Eternal Night Disaster, the one million people were devoured by the monsters released from the underworld. With enough people, enough monsters were born. After the shadow rushed into the Great Wine City, more light appeared from every corner of the street.

Some of these ghosts look like spiders, some are people with missing bodies, some have bodies twisted like deformed children, and some are indescribable, belonging to the terrifying forms that can only appear in nightmares.

These various ghosts and monsters have only one thing in common: their greed for food.

After the shadowy figure entered the city, countless ghosts and monsters rushed towards it. However, any ghost or monster that dared to approach the shadowy figure either exploded or suddenly disappeared. None of them were able to get close to the shadowy figure.

As the shadowy figure ran from the city's edge to its center, its speed increased until it paused upon entering a pedestrian street called Xiaofeng Street.

In shop number 18 on this pedestrian street, the lights are on in a café. Inside, two girls dressed as maids are sitting, and five other girls dressed as maids are sweeping the floor and wiping the glass walls.

The door to Cafe Nine was open, and a faint, rich aroma of coffee, which even the shadowy figure hadn't smelled in a long time, wafted out from inside.

The shadowy figure, shrouded in darkness, had shimmering eyes that rippled like the surface of a moonlit lake ruffled by the wind.

A cat-eared maid emerged from the café. She held a broom but didn't sweep the floor. Instead, she looked down at the newcomer, still shrouded in shadow, with the haughtiness of a cat.

"Pat pat..."

Squeak...

The umbrella "step...step...step..."

The shadowy figure in the darkness tilted her head and saw that the lights on above the coffee shop across the street had been turned on, and several maids were peeking out from the glass of the upstairs shop.

After that, the shops along the street opened one after another, and the street, which had been dark for a hundred years, began to be filled with lights. Then, in each shop that was illuminated by the lights, a very beautiful maid appeared. Some of these maids were cleaning the floor, some were cleaning the shelves, some were frying egg pancakes, and some took out a portable blackboard and put it outside the shop.

The blackboard prominently displayed the slogan: "20% off everything today, free beer, spend 200 and get 200 back."

The light shone on the shadowy figure, but it did not dispel the darkness; instead, it made the shattered light in the figure's eyes appear even more fragmented.

This is a memory, a longing, a sense of helplessness as the flowers fall and the swallows return, seemingly familiar yet gone.

The shadowy figure seemed to have traveled back three hundred years, to a time when he was on vacation and, out of boredom, wandered around a pedestrian street in a certain city.

The first to step out was the cat-eared maid carrying a broom, who walked up to the shadowy figure and said respectfully.

"Sir, my master would like to invite you to dinner."

The shadowy figure remained silent for a long time before a dry voice emerged.

"Can……"

"Although I don't know where you got your electricity from, or where you got so many pretty young girls, but..."

The shadowy figures looked forlorn.

"...I really like this scene."

The shadowy figure could swear that the sight of the streetlights gradually turning on and a bunch of maids appearing would have terrified any investigator from another Great Xia organization, enough to make them wet their pants.

But the shadowy figure is no ordinary investigator; she has lived since before the Eternal Night Calamity and is now a top awakened individual, a pillar of the entire Great Xia organization.

So, since the other side has set up such a big formation, I might as well go and see what they're up to.

The cat-eared maid holding a broom turned around and walked into the coffee shop.

The dark figure followed them in.

Inside the coffee shop, several maids were cleaning the floor, and a few others were drinking coffee. As the shadowy figure entered, he sniffed; it was indeed the smell of coffee.

How many years has it been since I last had coffee?

The shadowy figure couldn't quite remember. For the past few hundred years, the shadowy figure had lived under a lot of pressure and rarely had time to enjoy himself.

"The master is on the second floor."

The cat-eared maid who entered the cafe reached out towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

The dark figure climbed the stairs.

Upon reaching the stair landing, the shadowy figure's expression changed.

She smelled the aroma of a hot pot with butter.

As a pillar of the Great Xia organization, she was entitled to use fluorescent lights to grow plants, then use those plants to feed cattle and eat beef, but the beef hot pot made with other spices was still too extravagant.

Even she would choose to eat steak that only needs black pepper and salt, rather than other dishes with too many spices.

In the past, the pursuit of the original flavor of food was considered high-end cuisine, but now, anyone who dares to cook a dish with lots of spices is the richest person in the world.

The shadowy figure continued upwards.

The further you go, the stronger the aroma of the hot pot spices becomes. When you reach the second floor, the aroma of the hot pot spices is simply overwhelming.

Two maids stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor. When the dark figure arrived, the maids bowed in turn.

"Guests have arrived!"

The shadowy figure glanced at the two standing maids, then went inside.

The shadowy figure could tell that the second floor had been cleaned; the floor was spotless, all the furniture was neatly arranged, and there was no smell of decay in the air.

Especially on the second floor, in the center, there was an old-fashioned eight-immortal table. In the center of the table sat a hot pot, bubbling and boiling. A man and a woman sat around the table, with beef rolls, lamb rolls, various dipping sauces, and vegetables piled high. Lin

It's like the scene of countless hot pot gatherings three hundred years ago.

It's those two people sitting at the eight-immortal table.

The shadowy figure stared intently at the man sitting at the eight-immortal table. (Wu)

The man stared at the shadowy figure for a while, then said wistfully.

"It's been a long time... Senior Lin."

The dark figure opposite was none other than Lin Anru, Zhou Yan's senior at the Vermilion Bird Academy.

Chapter Fourteen: I Like You

The thick darkness receded from the shadowy figure that had come up to the second floor.

Like peeling back the candy's outer coating to reveal the sweet fruit inside, beneath the darkness where even the light cannot penetrate, lies a tall, mature woman.

Zhou Yan's expression shifted slightly. He was only eighteen years old this year, while Lin Anru was one year older than him. When Zhou Yan came to save Ksitigarbha, Lin Anru was only nineteen years old.

Nineteen-year-old Lin'an was full of unpolished edges, prickly and irritable, brimming with the vitality that young people should have.

The Lin'an Ruze in front of him was the opposite of the Lin'an Ruze he remembered. This woman, who had peeled away the candy-like coating, was calm and indifferent. She was like an unfathomable cold pool, and the more you looked at her, the more unfathomable she seemed.

Little Yama, sitting at the Eight Immortals table, nodded slightly. This Lin Anru was indeed to her liking; she exuded femininity from head to toe.

"You, Xiao Yan?"

Lin'an is like an open mouth.

Zhou Yan recognized the voice as Lin Anru's, but compared to the Lin Anru he remembered, this mature and sophisticated Lin Anru's tone was far more composed and profound.

He is over three hundred years old after all.

Zhou Yan nodded.

"I never expected to meet you in a place like this."