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

Zhou Yan then looked at Erlang Shen's back.

"How do you know he's lying to you?"

Erlang Shen was able to decisively determine the authenticity of this dragon-like semi-mythical being. Could it be that Erlang Shen had met Chi You and knew details about him?

Erlang Shen said indifferently.

"Who told you I knew he was lying to me?"

Zhou Yan and the dragon-like demigod both looked at Erlang Shen in surprise.

Erlang Shen sighed.

"This guy is much easier to judge than you were back then."

Erlang Shen was tricked so badly by Bai Ze that he was completely deceived, so he didn't believe Zhou Yan's words at all, but he also felt that what Zhou Yan said didn't seem to be false.

Erlang Shen was puzzled by Zhou Yan's words and wanted to take action but dared not make any big moves.

But the dragon-type demigod on the other side was much easier to deal with. Erlang Shen just tricked him a little, and the guy revealed everything he knew.

It's because they're at different levels.

"Let me guess, are you at odds with the Witch Clan?"

Erlang Shen picked up the head of the dragon-type demigod, his cold gaze fixed directly on the man.

"So they're bringing up Chi You to try and shift the blame eastward, drawing our attention to the Wu tribe?"

The dragon-type demigod looked somewhat strained. As a member of a secret organization, this dragon-type demigod had long been instructed on how to deal with interrogation and torture after being captured.

Enduring the torture is the worst approach, as almost no one can withstand the torment of torture.

Secondly, it is also undesirable to know nothing, because if you know nothing, you have no value and can only wait to die without suffering punishment.

Therefore, the final conclusion is to guide other people's thinking with more informative information.

What does it mean to guide someone's thinking in a more informative way?

For example, if someone interrogates you only to ask about your illegal or criminal activities, and you tell them "ms your father," then it's true.

For example, someone might hit you just to get your money, but before they do, you tell them that their best friend (female) has photos of them all in her room, and they're all naked.

Police sirens began to sound around.

Zhou Yan looked around, somewhat amused.

"These police officers really do arrive only after they've finished their work."

Of course, the police can't be entirely blamed. Zhou Yan and the attackers had only been fighting for less than five minutes. The police were able to arrive so quickly because this is an affluent area with police patrolling everywhere.

Erlang Shen grabbed the head with his hair and spoke to Zhou Yan.

"Come with me first."

There are many dead people here, and it's inevitable that the police will take them in for interrogation. To avoid wasting time, Erlang Shen called his subordinates and asked them to come here to deal with the dead people. He then led Zhou Yan through many buildings and streets, all the way to a nearby safe house.

Once inside the safe house, Erlang Shen went to the bedroom and waited to come out. The skull of the demigod that Erlang Shen was holding had already been driven into the ground by a coffin nail the size of a thumb.

For a normal person, being hit by a coffin nail of this size would surely kill them, but this demigod with powerful regenerative abilities still possessed vigorous vitality, although the pain on his face had distorted his features to a ferocious degree.

Zhou Yan stared at the coffin nail for a while.

Name: Soul-Destroying Nail.

Origin: A ritual implement from the underworld, made by the Black and White Impermanence.

Supernatural powers: Severing supernatural powers and vital energy causes unbearable pain.

Erlang Shen placed the human head on the coffee table in the living room, sat down, and said...

"As I said, smart people should demonstrate their value at this time."

The demigod, his face contorted, gritted his teeth.

"Fine, I admit defeat. Yes, I said earlier that Chi You was lying to you."

Zhou Yan became curious.

"You and the Witch Clan are at odds?"

The dragon-type demigod wanted to nod, but in his current state, he could only move his chin.

"Yeah, those muscle-bound bastards from the Witch Clan have stolen a lot of our customers."

Zhou Yan asked in surprise.

"Clients? Don't tell me you're some multinational capitalists?"

The dragon-type demigod looked like he was struggling.

Erlang Shen moved his fingers a few times, and the Soul-Slaying Nail on the head of the dragon-type demigod began to rotate.

Very subtly, Zhou Yan saw Aheiyan.

That's right, it's the kind of expression that the heroine in hentai games often makes when she's teased by a pot-bellied middle-aged man, a balding, greasy middle-aged man, or a blond-haired kid in her class.

A demigod, a big shot who could be a key figure in any state, was now showing such an unbearable expression in front of Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan couldn't resist taking out his phone from his pocket (the one he'd picked up from Erlang Shen's side). ◆ˇ》^≮·_

Erlang Shen stopped the Soul-Slaying Nail from spinning and asked again.

"Do you need me to do it again?"

The dragon, a demigod, wept uncontrollably.

Our organization is called 'Tongxing'.

Erlang Shen immediately understood, and Zhou Yan slapped his thigh.

"This is incredible, you guys are a cult!"

Having served as a councilor in Dongyang Prefecture for a long time, Zhou Yan often hung out with Wei Youde. In addition to teaching Zhou Yan how to manage a prefecture, Wei Youde also told Zhou Yan a lot of outrageous rumors that only people in their circle knew.

For example, in this world where awakened beings exist, demigods and demon-level awakened beings often establish various cults. These cults recruit different capitalists and politicians, and after joining, in order to increase the cohesion of the team, most of them will regularly hold activities such as orgy, taking hallucinogenic drugs, and playing bizarre games.

Ten years ago, there was a president of the Eastern United States whose entire family joined this organization. Recently, the FBI lifted the ban on the president's investigation, and the public discovered that the president's youngest daughter had become a sex slave of this organization, his eldest son died from excessive use of hallucinogenic drugs, and his second son had even slept with his sister-in-law and his niece who was under 14 years old, in the name of divine permission.

Under the guise of religion, everyone can indulge themselves wantonly and wildly in the name of God. Morality and social cognition appear too shallow and powerless under the so-called divine permission.

The dragon, half-searched ←℃ search ~: Qi¨′》 Yi Lu < Jiu ⌒§ Ling Qi ∩” 8+"Ling Shen looked embarrassed and dared not refute.

Zhou Yan could tell that this dragon-type demigod was someone who didn't believe in their religion but didn't reject its benefits; historically speaking, he belonged to a neoliberal religious group.

"All right."

Erlang Shen spoke.

"Tell me why you're hunting us down."

The dragon-like demigod said bitterly.

"I don't know. Someone just asked me to kill someone. I did some research and found out he was just a local tycoon. I came without thinking."

Erlang Shen is considered one of the top five richest people in Cihe City, but as a demigod of the dragon, he is a big shot who can roam freely throughout the entire state. The most terrible consequence of killing someone is that he can flee abroad to avoid trouble before the police come to arrest him, and then return when things calm down.

Who knew that Erlang Shen was truly no ordinary being? This demigod of the dragon class had weathered countless storms, yet he unexpectedly capsized in a ditch.

Zhou Yan asked.

Do you know Lin Ziwei?

The dragon-type demigod shook his head—or rather, shook his chin.

"I'm not very clear about it. I'm in a high position in our church, and I rarely get to know the lower-level members."

Zhou Yan asked in surprise.

"You're a high-ranking member of the church and you don't believe in the religion?"

The dragon-type demigod looked at Zhou Yan with a mocking expression.

Erlang Shen leaned close to Zhou Yan's ear and whispered.

"The leadership of a religious sect is generally not religious."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Erlang Shen added.

"How could a person with faith use their own god to swindle and cheat people out of money? Do you think those who advocate green food and environmental protection the loudest are all doing it for faith?"

Others may not know, but at least when Erlang Shen was doing business, he would give a sum of money to animal protection and environmental protection organizations every year to prevent them from spreading rumors and protesting against him.

Now feminism is on the rise, and Erlang Shen's recruitment efforts are being sued for the imbalance between the number of men and women.

Do you think environmental protection, animal rights, and women's rights really exist in this world?

There are definitely some, but most of them are professionals who prioritize ideology over personal gain.

It's a very simple logic: full-time, officially employed personnel are definitely more effective than untrained individuals.

Zhou Yan patted his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I understand. You mean someone sent you to kill us? Do you know who that person is?"

Zhou Yan strongly suspected that the person who wanted to kill him was Old Bai Ze.

"It was a woman named Feng Wanlai."

Zhou Yan took out his phone and entered the name into the search engine. Wow, he was a state legislator and also the third richest person in the state.

After reading the woman's introduction, Zhou Yan curiously entered the keywords "common traits". A few seconds later, Zhou Yan suddenly looked up and said to the dragon-type demigod in disbelief.

"Is the Ziwei Emperor the highest deity you worship?"

There is some general information in the search engine, not much information, but it says that the deity worshipped by this sect is Lin Ziwei/Emperor Ziwei, who was killed not long ago and whose body was not even intact.

The dragon, a demigod, smiled without saying a word.

Even when Zhang Jiao rebelled, he claimed to be a descendant of immortals, spouting nonsense about the death of the Azure Heaven and the rise of the Yellow Heaven. The Lotus Sect, for example, relied on Buddhism. As a modern cult, fabricating a random deity that has never been seen in history is too simplistic. So, the "Tongxing" sect found a great god with his own history to be worshipped, and then the sect leader claimed to be a follower and spread the faith.

And this great god, ·舅司♂￠裬≯″』3⊙焐璐￡'蒐%∴索ˉ∞:, is none other than the Ziwei Emperor.

Zhou Yan could imagine how Lin Ziwei, the Great Emperor Ziwei, who had originally come to find his wife and beg her to return home, would feel when he suddenly heard a sect claiming to be favored by the Great Emperor Ziwei.

Preacher: Hello, sir, could I take a little of your time to introduce our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord?

Lin Ziwei: No.

Preacher: Sir, you must have heard of the name of our Lord—the Great Emperor Ziwei.

Lin Ziwei: ? ? !!

Preacher: Sir, you may not know that our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord has already sent down the Gospel and blessed our forerunners. The forerunners, in accordance with the Lord's will, are ready to guide all new life.

Lin Ziwei: I really didn't know that.

Preacher: (Laughs) Now you know, flesh and blood are weak and suffering, only faith in our Lord can bring eternity. Sir, once you join our denomination, you will hear the holy voice of our Lord and receive His blessings.

Lin Ziwei: Blessings? Did the Ziwei Emperor agree to this?

The preacher said: We are all children of the Ziwei Emperor, and God will naturally bless us.

Lin Ziwei: Why can't I believe it?

The preacher said: Ordinary people naturally cannot comprehend the magnificence of the gods.

Erlang Shen, who was standing next to Zhou Yan, glanced at Zhou Yan furtively. Erlang Shen had also learned about Lin Ziwei's identity from Zhou Yan—the human projection of the Ziwei Emperor.

When this Heavenly Emperor was traveling among mortals, he encountered a sect that claimed to be followers of the Ziwei Emperor...

Regardless of the circumstances, the logical link between Lin Ziwei and the "Tongxing" cult has been established.

Erlang Shen took out a satellite phone from his pocket and asked the dragon-affiliated demigod.

"Can you find someone in your sect who might know information about the lower-level members?"

The dragon-like demigod gave a mobile phone number.

"Try calling it."

Erlang Shen dialed the phone number, and after a few seconds, the call was answered.

Erlang Shen placed the phone to the ear of the dragon-type demigod. The dragon-type demigod stared at Erlang Shen for a while before speaking.

"Old Wu, this is Li Zhang..."