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

A normal search would involve the police mobilizing their forces, questioning people one by one to find out their ancestral origins. Due to incomplete databases and various historical issues left over from the past, it could take several months to gather only vague information.

The search was unusual. Zhou Yan walked the streets, opening the attribute panel of each person he met. After visiting two towns, he encountered a villager from Fengyang Village. After meeting one, he could follow the clues to find a whole group of people.

While eating, Little Yama mumbled something indistinctly.

"With your abilities, Xiao Yan, it would be a waste of your talent not to become a police officer."

Zhou Yan smiled.

"Not yet. Once my divine power awakens, I can know everything about the people in Fengyang Village, from beginning to end."

Little Yama gave a thumbs up.

"You scum deserve to be hunted down and killed."

Zhou Yan happily ate the food in his bowl.

"Squeak..."

The restaurant door where Zhou Yan was located opened, and Leng Qing walked in.

As a woman of exceptional beauty and commanding presence, Leng Qing immediately drew the attention of the men eating around her as soon as she entered.

Leng Qing ignored the stares around her and walked straight to Zhou Yan. After Xiao Yanjun stepped aside, she sat down opposite Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan looked at Leng Qing with a smile.

Leng Qing's face was icy cold.

"Have you found the villagers of Fengyang Village?"

Zhou Yan pointed to the man selling fruit outside.

"This guy is a descendant of the villagers of Fengyang Village. The largest branch of Fengyang Village villagers now lives in the urban-rural fringe area, with a population of about one hundred. Among them is an old man with very long hair who is wearing a Tang suit."

Zhou Yan said earnestly.

"He's very powerful; don't touch him unless you're absolutely sure you can handle him."

After Zhou Yan uncovered the settlement of Fengyang Village through a descendant of a villager, he secretly went to check it out. He could recognize most of the villagers at a glance, but there was one respected old man known as Grand Uncle, whose attributes Zhou Yan found completely questionable.

This person is either an extremely powerful demigod or higher-level awakened being, or they possess a treasure that can shield them from others' perception and spying.

Leng Qing looked in the direction Zhou Yan was pointing, and after a while, she asked.

"Reasons, evidence."

Zhou Yan shrugged.

"This is my secret. You can't expect me to reveal my livelihood, can you?"

Leng Qing said unhappily.

"So you're subjectively certain that this guy is a villager from Fengyang Village? ssuo: 2∫9‰°4∮♂4∞356?4"

Zhou Yan said nonchalantly.

"You don't have to believe me, but I haven't lost anything."

Leng Qing: "..."

Leng Qing just couldn't understand. Did Zhou Yan even realize how serious this matter was? He just said, "I think so," without providing any evidence, and expecting people to believe him?

What do you take me for?

"You're my wife, aren't you? You're talking to her so intimately."

After thinking for a long time, Leng Qing held up one finger to Zhou Yan.

I'll give you a chance.

"I'll believe what you say for now, but I won't report it yet. I'll use my own methods to prove whether what you said is true."

Zhou Yan smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your understanding, Manager Leng."

Leng Qing shook his head.

"If this is true, then so be it, I won't pursue your secret about eating out. But if it's false..."

Leng Qing's voice was as cold as an ex-girlfriend's heart.

"Let's not see each other again. I'll delete you from WeChat."

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Understandable."

Leng Qing got up and left the restaurant where Zhou Yan was.

As soon as she left the restaurant, Leng Qing took out her phone and dialed Mu Yuan's number.

"...I am Leng Qing, Mu Yuan. I need your help with something..."

……

Ten minutes later.

Mu Yuan met up with Leng Qing in a corner outside the restaurant.

Leng Xiangxiang told Mu Yuan about Zhou Yan.

Mu Yuan listened with a completely bewildered expression.

"Did I hear that right?"

Mu Yuan grabbed his gold-rimmed glasses and tilted them up.

"Manager Leng, you called me over here just because of some random young guy's comment, to prove he was right?"

Leng Qing said unhappily.

"What time is it now? Zhou Yan is speaking with such certainty. It doesn't matter if I'm wrong. If he's right, then we've hit the jackpot."

Mu Yuan patted Leng Qing on the shoulder.

"Try to avoid associating with unreliable men like this in the future."

Mu Yuan knew that Leng Qing was being driven crazy by her parents' pressure to get married, and he also knew that Zhou Yan and Leng Qing might have some kind of blind date relationship. But Leng Qing was, after all, a woman with consistently high intelligence, courage, and boldness.

How could I be so stupid as to believe the nonsense of a young man?

Indeed, love is the only way to destroy reason.

Of course, since Leng Qing had to come herself, Mu Yuan couldn't just go back without doing anything. Mu Yuan took a deep breath and walked to the fruit stall that Zhou Yan had pointed out.

The vendor was cracking sunflower seeds when he saw Mu Yuan and said with a grin.

"Hey bro, what do you want to buy? The strawberries here are really good lately, all grown in greenhouses, 31 cents a pound, guaranteed sweet!"

The vendor picked up a box of strawberries weighing one pound.

Mu Yuan stared at the vendor for a while.

The street vendors are gone, and Mu Yuan has become one of them.

Having changed into a street vendor's outfit, Mu Yuan packed up his fruit stall on an electric tricycle, got in, and drove to the rural-urban fringe area that Leng Qing had mentioned.

The urban-rural fringe has always been a place with poor public security. When Mu Yuan arrived, he saw street prostitutes smoking everywhere in the fringe, and some burly men smoking and looking at the passersby with unfriendly expressions.

Coupled with the sour stench permeating the air, Mu Yuan thought he had come to a slum outside Zhongzhou City.

"Hey Er Gouzi! What are you doing?!"

A short, plump middle-aged woman walked out from a side alley and stood in front of Mu Yuan.

6. Muyuan Parking.

The middle-aged woman looked anxious.

“Your great-uncle is in a meeting right now. If you run out so early in the morning, he won’t be able to hold the meeting.”

Si Muyuan hurriedly said.

"I... I just want to make some money."

"Money, money, money, money is more important than my great-uncle! Alright, let's get to the meeting!"

The woman walked back into the alley she had come from, cursing and swearing.

Mu Yuan followed them in on his bicycle.

The alley was filthy and littered with discarded vegetable scraps and garbage. The strong stench made Mu Yuan hold his breath uncomfortably.

Fortunately, the woman didn't walk far before she arrived at a small building and went inside.

Mu Yuan got out of the car and followed him inside.

The first floor of the small building is a large hall, which is now full of people, about a hundred or so. These people are in groups of three or five, chatting with each other.

Mu Yuan listened carefully.

"There was an earthquake near Zushan..."

"I saw a pillar of blood shooting into the sky..."

"How could this be? Didn't our ancestor say the seal was still intact?"

Mu Yuan's expression changed.

"What did Grand Uncle say?"

"The government should be starting to contact us by now, right?"

Should we step forward?

"You're crazy! I'd rather kill myself than go and seek refuge with the government!"

Mu Yuan sighed, rubbing his forehead.

In the Eastern Xia United States, there is no tradition of reporting matters to the government, because local governments like to shirk responsibility and delay, and some even like to kill the person who reports the matter.

If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised it – that's the basic strategy. As long as you drag it out for one term, when the next term brings in a new leadership team, you can pass the hot potato to the new leader.

If someone is truly malicious, they might even use the six problems left over from their previous term as ammunition to attack the new government that took over, blaming them for not handling the issues well.

Therefore, when the Eastern Xia United States makes movies, the classic formula is that on the eve of a catastrophe that wipes out humanity or a city, some kind and brave citizens discover the problem, but instead of reporting it to the government, they save the world or the city through their own efforts, courage, kindness, and justice.

This isn't stupidity, nor is it a plot hole deliberately created for the sake of the story. It's because filmmakers and actors know that the local government is unreliable, so they abandoned the option of seeking help from the government from the very beginning.

It's more reliable to do it yourself than to ask the local government for help.

"Third Uncle has arrived..."

"Everyone, please be quiet..."

An elderly man with white hair and beard, but a rosy and delicate complexion, looked no different from a young man, as he came down the stairs from the second floor.

The hall, which had more than a hundred people, fell silent for a moment.

The old man walked to the lobby on the first floor and sighed again.

“I’ve figured out what happened in our old village. It’s because some reporters from the state government came to investigate the paranormal events in our old village. I guess they disturbed the ancestral temple and released the things under the ancestral temple.”

The crowd below erupted in uproar.

"I knew it!"

"These reporters are more trouble than they're worth!"

"We've already sealed the monster beneath the ancestral temple, why are these reporters doing this for no reason!"

"My poor second uncle, he died in the earthquake on land..." ◎∽4『√●}

Mu Yuan's expression changed repeatedly in the crowd.

Really...

It's actually true...

These villagers actually were villagers from Fengyang Village.

How did Zhou Yan know?

Of course, these are all minor matters.

The important thing is...