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

"A horse-drawn carriage? Why would there be a horse-drawn carriage here?"

What era are we living in? What kind of people would still ride in a horse-drawn carriage? And even if they did ride in a horse-drawn carriage, why would they leave traces in this place?

If you follow the wheel tracks in Lin'an for about a hundred meters, the tracks will break and never reconnect, leaving a flat area ahead.

Leng Qing walked up behind Lin Anru and stopped at the break in the rut.

"This mark..."

Leng Qing knelt down on one knee again and pressed her hand a few more times in the direction of the tire tracks.

"This carriage flew here!"

Leng Qing said with a start.

Lin Anru looked at Leng Qing, who pointed to the spot where the wheel tracks disappeared and said...

"The initial part of the tire tracks was deeper, and then it gradually became shallower. This is because it was pressed deeper when it suddenly fell from mid-air."

Lin'an gasped.

"What's going on? It's one thing to suddenly call us out to arrest people, but now there's a carriage that just fell from the sky..."

"What the hell is this guy we were sent to catch?!"

Leng Qing thought for a moment, then took out her phone and dialed the number of Dong Dou Xing Jun.

"Your Excellency, we have encountered some unexpected events here. Let me tell you everything we are seeing."

……

Hundred kilometers away, in an interrogation room of a forest police officer.

Zhou Yan and Xiao Zhao × (Book Group: 蚆ˉ五_『柒∷ˇ路丝｝∈『Yan Jun successively woke up from the floor of the room.

The first thing Little Yama did upon waking up was to touch the back of his head.

Zhou Yan, standing to the side, hesitated.

"Were we captured by the Awakened Ones of Zhongzhou City?"

Zhou Yan, who had just woken up, recalled the last moment before he fainted. At that time, Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun had just heard a loud crash behind them. When they turned around, they saw a dark shadow flash by and felt a pain in their head.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but start rubbing his head. As someone immune to mental and sensory stimuli, only physical and chemical methods could make Zhou Yan faint.

"I heard that hitting the back of the head can be very deadly?"

Zhou Yan touched the back of his head, where a lump had swollen.

Little Yama gasped in pain before speaking again.

"This shows that the person who made the move was very prudent, a master, a master, a master."

A blow to the back of the head that can strike without killing, but only stun, requires not only superb skill in the application of force, but also consummate mastery.

As expected of an awakened individual from Zhongzhou City?

This skill alone demonstrates its extraordinary nature.

The only question is, is this place a prison?

Little Yama looked around and nudged Zhou Yan with his elbow.

Where is this place?

Zhou Yan looked around.

"Wait, something's not right?"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth in surprise.

"This place... is the Anjiakou Forest Police Station!"

Little Yama was taken aback and said, "er@」肆∽↓"＿｀钐『伍「¤、驷肿〃≡ＺhUAｑUn：."

"Forestry Police Station?"

Little Yama had considered that after being arrested, he would be sent to the National Security Bureau, the Second Security Bureau, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, or even that Dong Dou Xingjun was squatting outside. Little Yama had mentally prepared himself for all of this. However, the Forest Police Station was completely unexpected for Little Yama.

How could you take your interrogators to the Forest Police Station?

We're not wild protected animals.

With a creak, the interrogation room door opened, and an elderly man with white hair and beard, wearing a faded police uniform, walked in. The old man asked in confusion.

Have you been to our police station before?

Anjiakou Forest Police Station is located in the suburban woodland, a place that few people outside of the local community would know about.

"never mind."

The old man shook his head again.

"It's nothing. You're awake, right? Now that you're awake, I'll take you to see our director."

Zhou Yan, Little Yama's heart sank.

The bureau chief... isn't the president?

Both Xiao Yanjun and Zhou Yan hoped that the first person they would see upon waking up would be Dong Dou Xingjun.

Little Yama spoke to Zhou Yan using telepathy.

“It’s possible that when we’re being interrogated, Dongdou Xingjun is hiding outside the one-way glass. As long as what we say contains enough information, Dongdou Xingjun will definitely be able to see it.”

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement.

The two got up and brushed the dust off themselves.

The old policeman took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and walked out of the interrogation room.

Zhou Yan and Little Yama followed.

The interrogation room was dilapidated, with grime everywhere in the grout lines of the floor tiles, various yellowish-brown stains on the walls, and more ceiling lights that were not working than working.

The staircase was the worst affected area, with layers of rust on the handrails, large patches of black paint peeling off, and many places showing signs of smoke and fire damage.

The old policeman walked from the second floor to the first floor, strolling through a passageway. The corner of this passageway led directly to the entrance of the courtyard on the first floor.

Zhou Yan didn't react, but Little Yama noticed something and looked into the courtyard. Due to the angle, Little Yama could see half of a carriage.

Half of the carriage looked familiar to Little Yama; it was exactly the same as his own Siyou Xunlan (a type of imperial carriage).

The Imperial Guard's Chariot?!

The old policeman led Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun to an office with the words "Director's Office" written on it.

The old policeman knocked on the office door.

"Chief, the person has arrived."

A calm female voice responded.

"The door is open, let them in."

The old policeman twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

Little Yama gave Zhou Yan a questioning look, and Zhou Yan was equally confused.

Director's office?

Shouldn't this be in the interrogation room?

Moreover, it's the kind of room that's divided in two, with one side being an interrogation room and the other side being a one-way glass partition, allowing others to sit and watch how the criminal is interrogated.

The old policeman opened the door and reached his hand inside.

"Go inside, I'll cook for you. Come out and eat after you've finished asking your questions."

Zhou Yan and Xiao Yan entered the director's office one after the other.

The director's room was much better than the outside one. The floor was clean, and the furniture was not old. However, in the director's room, behind the only desk, the director's swivel chair was facing away from Zhou Yan. Little Yan Jun, Zhou Yan, and Little Yan Jun could only see a fair hand holding a cigarette sticking out from the back of the chair.

Then smoke began to drift outwards from the side of the seats.

Zhou Yan stared at the hand for a while, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The bureau chief, now in her twilight years, chuckled softly, her laughter delicate and charming.

"The world is more interesting than I ever imagined."

The swivel chair slowly turned around.

A young woman in a police uniform, with long hair past her shoulders, a plump figure, and fleshy cheeks, who looked somewhat overweight but exuded a captivating charm, entered Zhou Yan's and Xiao Yanjun's field of vision from the seat that had been turned around.

Zhou Yan's pupils dilated in shock, while Little Yama sighed.

The slightly plump young woman stared at Little Yama.

"You don't seem very happy?"

Little Yama said aggrievedly.

"When you play an account, you can have endless fantasies and expectations for its future before that account is fully developed. But you, you've ruined my dreams."

"I know what my future ship will look like."

Little Yama sighed repeatedly.

The slightly plump young woman stood up, and as she did so, a strong, feminine charm gushed out like a burst dam, overwhelming Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan's eyes burned. This woman's figure was definitely not curvaceous, but that indescribable voluptuousness was so overwhelming that even her clothes couldn't contain it. It was a direct, violent, and forceful assault on Zhou Yan's eyes, making him realize that cuteness was nothing compared to sexiness, which was absolutely true.

This young woman perfectly embodied what it means to be a stunning beauty and a mature woman. Compared to her, Zhou Yan felt that all the older sister and mother-type artworks on his hard drive could be thrown away.

Little Yama walked up to the young woman's table and stared at her thighs.

The young woman said with a smile.

"Want to touch? Don't be shy, touch as much as you want. You have no idea how much effort I put into making myself like this, do you?"

The young woman is Little Yama, or rather, Little Yama of this world.

And it was eight years later, when Little Yama had transformed himself into a slightly plump young woman.

Little Yama clicked his tongue.

"Damn it, I really do have good taste, compared to someone like you..."

The little Yama, who resembled Zhou Yan, gave a thumbs-up.

"I've thought myself through completely." (Dai)

Zhou Yan, standing behind, smiled wryly.

"Isn't something a little off? Brother Yan, you should be around seven or eight years old now, right? Eight years from now, you'll be sixteen or fifteen, the age for high school or junior high..."

Looking at the future Little Yama, who exudes mature charm from head to toe, like a fully ripe peach, Zhou Yan could not believe that this woman was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The slightly plump young woman, resembling Little Yama, gave Zhou Yan a flirtatious wink.

"Young. Think about it, a high school girl who should be innocent and naive, but instead has a mature body that makes people want to commit crimes, and a face that could be your mother."

The slightly plump young woman lowered her body, her pair of alluring fox-like eyes looking at Zhou Yan with an ambiguous gaze.

"Doesn't it taste even better now?"

Zhou Yan swallowed hard.

Zhou Yan's skin features Little Yama, who begins measuring his future self's physique.

After a series of tests, Little Yama said in despair.

"You bastard, you're trying to kill me."

The slightly plump young woman, resembling the Little Yama King, lowered her head and said.

"You think I'd leave you room to modify it? No!"

The slightly plump young woman, resembling the Little Yama King, couldn't hide her smugness in her tone.

"I've already tuned my body to what I consider to be the most perfect state. You can only end up like me in the future, unless you're willing to graduate with a less impressive result."

Zhou Yan's skin was flushed red.

Chapter Twenty-One: Brawl

"OK OK."