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

"oh oh."

Zhou Yan, covered in weeds, got up. As he stood up, a small hand reached out to him, seemingly wanting to help him up.

Zhou Yan pushed the hand away.

"No need, I can get up by myself."

Zhou Yan possesses the life-force ability of the Life-Force Sword, and all his fighting skills are above average. This ensures that when Zhou Yan fell and rolled, his vital points were well protected.

and many more……

hand?

Zhou Yan looked up in astonishment.

Half a meter in front of Zhou Yan, Chu Daoyun, dressed in a white dress and with black nail polish, stood looking down at Zhou Yan, who had only half-risen.

Zhou Yan: "Σ(°△°|||)"

Two demigods with high awakening levels...

They were dealt with so quickly?

Chu Daoyun smiled sweetly, her eyes gentle as if she were looking at her own pet kitten throwing a tantrum.

Zhou Yan slowly lowered his head.

"I...I still have to go to work..."

Chu Daoyun looked completely unconcerned.

"Living off your sister like a gigolo..."

A milky-white sword aura emerged from beneath Zhou Yan's body.

Gouchen Sword Qi.

This is Zhou Yan's only means of turning the tide.

Chu Daoyun gave a low "hmm," and at the end of the "hmm," the Gouchen sword energy, which could reach the speed of sound, exploded into segments of air, arriving ten centimeters in front of Chu Daoyun with a piercing explosion.

These ten centimeters were as insurmountable as a chasm. The speed of the Gouchen sword qi, which was originally able to reach the speed of sound, began to slow down, and finally stopped five centimeters in front of Chu Daoyun, unable to advance any further.

Chu Daoyun lowered her head slightly, watching Zhou Yan, who was looking up at her in despair.

"Little guy."

Chu Daoyun's lips curled into a smug smile.

"Any other methods?"

"Ok?"

Chu Daoyun suddenly looked up in one direction, as if she had sensed something, and her expression became much more serious.

"This is……"

Chu Daoyun murmured softly, then slapped Zhou Yan unconscious, and carried him away from the mountain with a few leaps.

……

Ten seconds later.

A figure shrouded in flames descended from mid-air and landed on the mountain peak where Chu Daoyun was located.

A motorhome was parked on the hilltop, with a folding dining table outside. On the table were braised pork and Mapo tofu that hadn't gotten cold yet.

Zhuque looked around.

The surrounding environment was normal; there were no meteorite craters on the ground, and the surrounding weeds showed no signs of being burned or pulled out.

There was not a trace of destruction left in this place after the battle.

Except for the fact that there's no one there.

After Leng Qing and Mu Yuan heard Chu Daoyun reveal their names, they sent a signal to Zhuque for help. Zhuque rushed to the scene from a nearby city as quickly as possible. Logically speaking, Leng Qing, Mu Yuan, and someone who made Leng Qing and Mu Yuan feel threatened should be there.

But none of this was true; there wasn't even a trace of a fight around them.

There is only one possibility: Leng Qing and Mu Yuan have been captured or even killed. The other side is so strong that neither Leng Qing nor Mu Yuan had a chance to fight back.

Below the mountain where Suzaku was located, a large number of military off-road vehicles began to appear. The army surrounded the mountain from a distance. After more than ten minutes, seeing nothing unusual on the mountain, several officers got out of the vehicles and cautiously walked up.

After inspecting the mountain, Zhuque came down and happened to run into the officers.

The leading officer, a colonel, hurriedly asked. (Sulfur)

"Lord Suzaku, over here..."

Zhuque said sadly.

"Leng Qing, Mu Yuan has likely met with some misfortune."

The officers' expressions changed drastically.

Leng Qing and Mu Yuan were both demigods capable of easily destroying a city, and yet these demigods were killed...

The officers could only be thankful that they had arrived late, with Zhuque blocking their way; otherwise, they feared they might not have seen the sun rise the next day.

"Oh, right."

The Vermilion Bird looked back at the mountain peak.

“There’s a motorhome on that mountain. I don’t know whose it is. You guys go and investigate. I need to see all the records of the motorhome’s owner before tonight.”

The leading officer addressed his subordinates.

"Go and notify the police in the nearest city to come over..."

The subordinate hurriedly left.

Zhuque walked up to the officer, patted him on the shoulder, and said...

"Also, go and compile all the information on the guys who have come to this area in the past few days, and put it in front of me."

In the past few days, the military has sent out many spies to record everyone who can come to the vicinity of Fengyang Village.

"Understood, Lord Suzaku."

The officer bowed his head respectfully.

"I will find the murderer as quickly as possible."

The officer also went down, but not to help Zhuque. He felt the place was too dangerous and decided to leave everything to his subordinates later, instead of coming here to court death.

Zhuque descended the mountain and flew back to the military base in nearby Fengyang Village, where it found an office and sat down.

Two hours later, local police located Suzaku's office and gave him their investigation materials (a bag of paper documents). *Hiss*

"Sir Suzaku." Ba

After handing the information to Zhuque, the young, handsome policeman spoke.

"After receiving the call from the military, we rushed to the crime scene and conducted an investigation. First, our criminal investigation team thoroughly examined the RV on the mountaintop and discovered it was an unidentified vehicle; even the license plate number came from another state. The owner was a painter who had died three years prior."

Zhuque opened the file bag and took out a stack of revised documents. The first page he opened was a person's identity information form. The form listed a man named Dong Laixi, who was a casual painter with a serious alcoholism problem. He died of alcohol poisoning three years ago.

Zhuque said happily.

"It really fits the formula of crime movies; all the identity information that can be investigated is fake."

The policeman shrugged.

"However, according to information provided by our informants, this car drove past a large supermarket in our city this morning and bought some food and vegetables. Hmm, this information is on page 25."

Zhuque turned to page twenty-five of the document, which contained a color image of a woman who was extracted from surveillance footage and had been pixelated by computer AI. The image showed a woman who was so beautiful she seemed inhuman.

The police officer said ambiguously.

"The owner of this RV, well... her appearance is quite eye-catching. When she went to buy groceries, several supermarket staff noticed her, and a few, well, local gang members had contact with her."

Zhuque raised her eyes and asked.

"Just contact?"

The Eastern Xia Federation has a poor public security situation. There are some good ones, but according to Zhuque's memory, none of the cities in the vicinity are among the safest.

The woman in the photo is so beautiful that she dares to appear alone in a public area and is even approached by gang members. Zhuque doesn't think the gang members would let her off so easily.

The policeman smiled wryly.

"They may have done some unfriendly or impolite things, and just now, when we were investigating, we also investigated these gang members who might have had unpleasant contact with this woman... and they're dead..."

Zhuque glanced at the policeman with a mocking expression.

how to say?

The rampant activities of local gangs are largely a consequence of the local police's lax control.

The policeman who came over for a talk casually mentioned that he was investigating gang members on the side, and then he found out that the gang members were dead. How could he obtain information about the gang members so easily? How could he find out the results so quickly?

Zhuque had reason to believe that the gang members in this area were in cahoots with these policemen.

Of course, this place is not a state under Zhuque's jurisdiction, and Zhuque is too lazy to care whether this place is bad or not.

"How did you die?"

Zhuque placed the documents in her hand on the desk and asked curiously.

The policeman scratched his head.

"It seems like he fell to the ground, twisted his neck, and died instantly. The death was abrupt, but not abnormal. It was just like someone had bad luck."

There are too many cases of people dying because of bad luck. Some people can choke to death while drinking water, die in their sleep, or choke to death while eating. These things seem abnormal, but if Zhuque hadn't brought them up, the police wouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with them.

Zhuque nodded without saying a word.

"What about this woman? Have you found any information about her?"

Zhuque pointed to the paper documents in front of him.

The policeman shook his head.

“We found no useful information. There is no such person in our state, nor in the national database. We also checked social media platforms, but found no record of this woman’s identity.”

Suzaku nodded again.

The RV owner is very beautiful, stunningly beautiful. No matter how capable a woman is, as long as she does a live stream and wiggles her waist a little, she will surely gain countless sycophants and sugar daddies. Even if she doesn't do live streams, she can still gain a lot of popularity by creating a social media account and uploading a few photos every day.

In this day and age, good looks can bring benefits that make life easier.

But the owner of the RV did not do that, and the police could not find any similar women on social media platforms.

"Go find..."

Zhuque then pointed to the documents in front of him.

"Find the owner of the RV at all costs."

The police officer said hurriedly.

"Lord Suzaku, please rest assured, we are already doing what you asked us to do."

"Alright, go down now. Come find me again when you have any new information."

"This is what Zhuque instructed."

"Yes, sir."

The police officer saluted Suzaku before leaving, carefully closing the door behind him.

The office where Suzaku was located fell silent.

Zhuque picked up the tea on his desk, took a sip, and then opened the files provided by the police.

Turning the pages one by one, reading them one by one, and occasionally taking a sip of tea.

The document did not mention the owner of the RV or the RV itself. The police also found a trail that had rolled down the mountainside. The trace evidence team took a sample of the trail and found that it belonged to Zhou Yan.

It seems the young man ran down the mountain in a hurry, ran too fast, stepped on a stone, and tumbled down the mountain.

Then the young man disappeared.

Once they reached the foot of the mountain, Zhou Yan's trail ended, and no one knew where he had gone.

However, the fact that they didn't know where they were going didn't stop the experienced police officers from deducing that Zhou Yan, Leng Qing, and Mu Yuan had encountered the owner of the RV on the mountaintop, and that the two sides might have had a conflict over something.

Leng Qing, Mu Yuan must have gotten into a fight with the owner of the RV.