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

Zhou Yan anxiously spoke in Little Yama's mind.

"Let's not talk about these trivial things."

Zhou Yan realized that he might be this Sister Su's male concubine.

Zhou Yan didn't want to know what his male favorite was going to do.

But how could Little Yama, whose mind was filled with images of heavy tanks crushing Little Bai Ze, be willing to stop talking?

"Is your sister Su a 200-pound giant tank?"

Chen Xu looked up at Little Yama in surprise.

"No, my sister Su is super beautiful. She was the saintess of the Mi Luo Cult back then."

Zhou Yan immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Su Bijun!"

Little Yama shouted it out.

"Su Bijun?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Zhou Yan, you're not completely out of your mind."

Chen Xu was somewhat surprised. She thought Zhou Yan had contracted a mental plague, which caused his memory and self-distortion. A mental plague doesn't manifest immediately after contracting it; it takes time to develop. That's why Chen Xu had just suggested that Xiao Yan go to Zhongzhou City for treatment.

　(∵鸠柶∈缌伞⊥!焐6肿∴： Although Chen Xu had never heard of anyone who could cure the mental plague.

Little Yama didn't understand at all.

"That's not right. Su Bijun is such a beautiful girl, with great legs and a great figure. Zhou Yan is weak, not handsome, and not good at anything. How come a beautiful girl is throwing herself at him?"

Chen Xu squinted at Little Yama for a while before speaking.

"Perhaps it's because Sister Su has unusual tastes?"

Little Yama grabbed Chen Xu's small Adam's apple.

Chen Xu changed the subject.

"I also find it unbelievable. Our Su sister is very famous in Zhongzhou City. Countless demigods come up to her wanting to marry her, but she just happened to fall in love with a man who is not so great."

Chen Xu dared not mention Zhou Yan's name.

"And that man, um, Zhou Yan... Have you ever heard of a woman who has been properly nourished radiating light from within?"

Xiao Yanjun nodded. Among the girls Wenquxing had dated, she had seen many people who exuded a joyful aura.

“Every time, um, Sister Su and you… after spending the night together, you seem to be very happy. You smile a lot during the morning meeting. We all guess that you might have some special techniques to please Sister Su, which is why she likes you so much.”

Little Yama dislikes searching: 樲咎(『∠0○♂《·悟☆¤4道).

"If you liked me, why did you hire you to kill me?"

Seriously, if Su Bijun really liked Zhou Yan, she should have had him captured alive after he ran away, instead of having someone kill her.

This action didn't seem like pursuing love; rather, it was because he was afraid Zhou Yan would discover some secret and wanted to kill him to silence him.

Chen Xu didn't know what to say.

"Brother Yan?"

"Hmm, what's wrong with Xiao Yan?"

"Ask Chen Xu if Su Bijun has recently suffered a serious injury?"

Little Yama asked.

"Has your Sister Su been injured recently?"

Chen Xu smiled wryly.

"How could you have escaped without getting injured..."

Before this, Su Bijun kept a very close eye on Zhou Yan and did not allow anyone to have too much contact with him. Of course, Chen Xu only regarded this as his older sister's little possessiveness.

Which woman wouldn't want to keep her beloved firmly in her sights and prevent some other vixen from snatching him away?

……

On a small boat in the sea of ​​the subconscious.

Zhou Yan stared blankly at the sky.

Little Yama is right. Before this, he hadn't awakened yet, his physical strength was poor, and he wasn't handsome. Su Bijun couldn't possibly be so infatuated with him, could she?

Chen Xu guessed that he had special skills to make Su Bijun happy.

Zhou Yan thought of something: Su Bijun seemed to enjoy being forced and treated roughly.

When Zhou Yan was searching for information about Xiaoxitian, he saw that Su Bijun had been forced to call him "Dad." Although the woman looked unwilling when she called him "Dad," Zhou Yan could clearly sense that she was very excited when she did.

这位圣女端正9严肃，仿佛0神人4的面具之下，3其实5是一个陆渴望被征服4的少女。

and so……

Seeing how anxious Su Bijun was to find someone to kill him, could it be that he had done something rather... well... rough, even humiliating... to Su Bijun?

This matter is probably too shameful to be told to outsiders, which is why they rushed to find so many people to silence them.

If Su Bijun hadn't been seriously injured, she might have personally come to capture her and silence her.

The voice of Little Yama descended from the sky.

"Xiao Yan, why are you asking so many questions? Is something on your mind?"

Zhou Yan turned his head.

"It's nothing, I just felt that there might be something wrong with Su Bijun not coming to arrest me herself, so I was just asking."

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After asking a few more questions, Little Yama knocked Chen Xu unconscious and then reattached his joints.

Zhou Yan asked in Little Yama's mind.

"You're just going to let her go like that?"

Zhou Yan also considered subjecting the woman to some non-disabling torture, which would render her incapacitated before she ran far away from his home, or brainwashing and hypnotizing her to make her believe that she had gone mad, thus cutting off Su Bijun's pursuit.

Little Yama teased.

"It's okay if you want to do whatever you want."

Although Chen Xu was all muscle and spoke rather rudely, he wasn't bad-looking, which prompted Little Yan Jun to add a comment.

"It's all the same with the lights off."

Zhou Yan joked.

"Brother Yan seems very experienced. How come you get the same result every time you turn off the lights?" (Doctor)

"What a joke! I'm not the God of Literature, the kind who'd rather take a bite of a peach than eat a whole basket of rotten pears."

As Little Yama left the coffee shop, his transformation activated. The muscles on his face twitched, and in a short while, he transformed into the face of a young Wenquxing (a legendary Chinese scholar). (Save...)

Going out like this, even if I run into Su Bijun's men face to face, I don't have to worry about any problems.

Zhou Yan was curious about this explanation from "Little Yama".

"What, is Wenquxing the kind of man who doesn't discriminate between raw and cold foods, and will eat any woman he sees?"

If so, then the claim of Wenquxing's "thousand-kill" feat is highly questionable.

Little Yama sighed.

"That's good. Wenquxing has long since moved beyond judging women by their looks. He's more like, well, he wants to try anything he hasn't tasted before, regardless of whether it's beautiful or ugly."

Zhou Yan: "..."

What's with this infuriating ease?

Little Yama left the coffee shop.

I hadn't paid much attention to the street outside the coffee shop when I first came here, but now that I'm out, I can hear whimpering, laughter, and low growls coming from the buildings on both sides of the street.

Little Yama murmured.

"A spiritual plague."

The source of the noise around us, if I'm not mistaken, should be one of those humans who, for some unknown reason, were the ones Chen Xu mentioned earlier.

These humans aren't just madmen when they go insane. In zombie movies, it's unreasonable for zombies to destroy human order, because normal carbon-based life forms, let alone hundreds of thousands, even millions, would be nothing more than a pile of minced meat in front of enough artillery.

Simple madmen cannot end human civilization, but these madmen infected with the spiritual plague, after being infected deeply enough, begin to exhibit abilities that are different from those of ordinary people.

He possesses telepathy and mental control abilities, and can survive for extended periods without food or water.

This is not normal.

But as someone who had already dived into and explored the sea of ​​the subconscious, Little Yama guessed that the sea of ​​the subconscious, the gathering place of human spirit, had experienced some unexpected events after its foundation was destroyed.

The apparent characteristic of the consequences of these accidents should be that they are the spiritual plague and the extraordinary abilities exhibited by patients with the spiritual plague.

Footsteps sounded from behind Little Yama.

Little Yama slowly turned around. At the end of the street behind him, two of Su Bijun's men were walking over carrying guns.

Judging from their labored breathing, Little Yama guessed that they must have searched the vicinity before finding their way here.

"Ok?"

When the two tough women saw Little Yama, one of them instinctively raised her submachine gun, while the other lowered it and then slowly retreated.

As they retreated, the tough woman who had just raised her gun whispered.

"Damn it, I instinctively raised my gun just now."

The tough woman raising the gun couldn't hide her fear and tension.

Another tough woman, who was controlling the gun, stared at Little Yan Jun and responded.

"Be more careful next time."

The two tough women disappeared around the corner of the street.

Little Yama watched the two disappear and asked in confusion.

"They seemed afraid of me."

Zhou Yan pondered.

"In this apocalyptic world, where almost everyone in the wild is a madman, if a clean-cut person with perfectly groomed features suddenly appears out of nowhere, wouldn't you be scared?"

If the whole world is full of madmen, and you're the only normal one, then you must be the only madman. Right now, standing on the street, the clean and handsome Xiao Yanjun appears to the two women who have just appeared as such a madman.

"It's fine if it's empty, that way we'll have less trouble."

Xiao Yanjun walked out of the street, circled around a few roads, and found the place where the tough women had parked their motorcycles.

He took out the car key he had taken from Chen Xu and inserted it into the lock.

Little Yama straddled the motorcycle, turned it around, and unscrewed the handlebars.

Amidst the deafening roar, Little Yama lowered his body and spoke to Zhou Yan within his mind.

"I suddenly remembered something. I used to have a colleague who liked to ride motorcycles."

The motorcycle started moving forward, the wind whistling from Xiao Yanjun's face to his ears.

"One day the hospital called me and said that my colleague had an accident and asked me to come and pay for his treatment."

Zhou Yan asked hurriedly.

"Did your colleague pay you back after you paid for it?"

“It’s not that disgusting. I paid for my colleague’s medical expenses at the hospital and then went to visit him in the ward. He said that he had a banquet at home yesterday and was riding his motorcycle home when he saw two car headlights shining on him.”

"He thought the two lights were from a motorcycle, so he drove towards the middle, only to find out it was a truck."

Zhou Yan found joy in it.

"He must have been drinking when he got back, otherwise he wouldn't be so confused."

Xiaowu＃)Seven≮∞Liu』＄3∴：-俬￠佴月#§fEI群、⊙:Yan Jun was also amused.