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

"It's probably cardiac arrest, let me..."

A strong man walked over to the internet-addicted teenager lying on the ground and began pressing on his heart with both hands.

However, all of this is probably useless.

Because in reality, Little Yama has already killed this young man.

Chapter Sixteen Intertwined

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 away, or brainwashing and hypnotizing her to make her believe 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 to have a lot of experience. How come it's the same every time you turn off the lights?"

"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 began. The muscles on Little Yama's face twitched, and in no time, he transformed into the face of Wenquxing in his youth.

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 against anything, and will eat any woman he wants?"

If so, then the claim that Wenquxing has killed a thousand people 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 four things making the noise around us, if I'm not mistaken, should be 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 unexpected events should be the mental plague and the extraordinary abilities exhibited by those suffering from it.

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. 9

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

"Be more careful next time." (Neighbor)

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." Wu

Zhou Yan pondered. (The last part, "漉," appears to be a typo and doesn't translate directly.)

"In this apocalyptic world, where the wilderness is almost entirely populated by lunatics, if a perfectly clean-cut person with well-groomed features suddenly appears out of nowhere, wouldn't you be terrified?" Si

If the whole world were insane, and you were the only normal person, then you'd definitely be the only insane one. Standing on the street now, the clean-cut and handsome Xiao Yanjun, in the eyes of the two women who had just appeared, was precisely that kind of insane person.

"That's good, it'll save us a lot of trouble." (Hedgehog)

Little Yanjun walked out of the street, circled around several roads, and found the spot where the tough women had parked their motorcycles. 4

He took the car keys he had taken from Chen Xu and inserted them into the ignition.

Little Yama straddled the motorcycle, turned it around, and unhooked 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 riding 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."

Little Yama was also amused.

"Well, I don't know if it's an exception, but almost everyone I know who likes to ride motorcycles has been in an accident. It seems like this thing..."

Little Yama patted the dashboard of the motorcycle he was riding.

"It has a kind of magic that can cause people to have car accidents."

The motorcycle drove out of the city and into the suburbs.

The infrastructure of the Eastern Xia Federation has a history of over a hundred years, with very little repair during that time. Now, it has been hit by a major disaster of spiritual plague. The roads in the suburbs are covered with large areas of cracks, gravel, and potholes. Occasionally, you can see a few vehicles covered in dust parked on the road, with some mummies and skeletons inside.

As they drove further afield, they even encountered military vehicles, tanks, and skeletons dressed in military uniforms on the road.

"Wait a minute... Brother Yan, look at that overturned tank on the left side of the road!"

Little Yama slowed down the car and turned his head to the left.

On the left side, there are more than a dozen skeletal remains of soldiers holding completely destroyed firearms, and next to the remains is an overturned tank.

The tank was covered in vines, and moss was seeping out from the gaps in the tracks, showing that it had been integrated with nature for a long time.

Little Yama's motorcycle stopped.

"I saw it, so what?"

"The omniscient one told me that half of this tank is made of wood..."

lignification?

Little Yama got out of the car and walked to the overturned tank, which was covered with moss.

Zhou Yan reminded him.

"It's the left side."

Walking to the left side of the tank, Little Yama took out his martial arts sword and cut a hole in the tank.

The Shengwu Sword might not be strong enough to defend against mythical creatures, but it could cut through ordinary metal like mud. Little Yama didn't have to exert much effort to slice a part of the tank open.

As Zhou Yan said, the cut-open part of the tank clearly showed the texture of wood, and it felt like wood to the touch.

Cut it open on the other side, and that side will be normal metal.

Little Yama asked in astonishment.

"Xiao Yan, don't tell me this mental plague can infect even inorganic matter?!"

Half of this tank has been turned into wood. This wooding is obviously not from when the tank was made. The military factory used half steel and half wood to save costs. It must have been a mutation caused by staying in the wild for a long time.

What kind of mutation could turn steel into wood?

All Little Yama could think of was the spiritual plague that was spreading throughout this world, granting mortals inexplicable abilities.

"I... I don't know either. This thing is called a pollutant in my eyes."

"Contaminants?"

Little Yama muttered to himself as he walked back to his motorcycle.

"Xiao Yan..."

S Xiao Yanjun straddled the motorcycle.

"Since there are pollutants, there must be a source of pollution."

"Hmm, could these things be the special abilities of some mentally ill patient?"

"Little Yama pressed the handlebars, and the motorcycle moved forward, facing the wind," Little Yama pondered.

"Maybe. We don't know much about this world. Sigh, I should have arrested Chen Xu. We could have just asked him directly if we didn't understand something."

After turning a corner, a dense forest began to appear in the distance along the suburban road.

It's normal to rake through dense forests like this in the wild. Little Yama didn't think much of it when he drove over, but he realized something was wrong as he got closer.

The trees in the dense forest on both sides of the suburban road are not like normal straight trees with wrinkled bark. Instead, they have obvious hands, feet, heads, and facial features, while their bodies are covered with a layer of green bark.

These don't look like trees at all; they look more like people covered in tree bark.

The little Yama stopped in front of the grove of trees.

Zhou Yan spoke at the opportune moment.

"These... seem... to be trees that are indeed people turned into..."

Wu: "I know the outside world must be very strange."

Little Yama looked at the trees with incomprehension.

"But I didn't expect it to be this scary. Don't tell me that most of the people who have contracted this mental plague have turned into all sorts of weird things."

"I don't know either, Brother Yan. How about we turn back and grab Chen Xu and his buddies to ask them?"

"Why not go to a nearby city and ask some survivors? It's closer and safer."

Now that Little Yama has captured Chen Xu, the other tough women are definitely on high alert. Plus, they're all carrying weapons, and Little Yama doesn't want to use her own body to test just how powerful those weapons are.

Little Yama sensed the forest in front of him and didn't feel any danger. However, judging from the appearance of the trees, just in case, Little Yama turned the car around and drove towards the city on the side.

This place is only eight years away from the era of Little Yama and Zhou Yan. The terrain and cities have basically not changed. After figuring out which state this place is, I dare not say that I am very familiar with this state. I can remember how many cities this state has and what their geographical locations are.

Fifty kilometers east of this road, there should be a city called Baishui.

Fifty kilometers is not a long distance. It only took Xiao Yanjun half an hour to ride his motorcycle from the outskirts to an unnamed mountain outside Baishui City.

This hill used to be a popular spot for residents of Baishui City to enjoy spring outings and barbecues in the suburbs. When Xiao Yanjun arrived, he could still see some black charcoal buried under the dust, and various plastic bags labeled "Orleans Chicken Wings" and "Sichuan Chicken Strips".