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

At least Erlang Shen couldn't detect even the slightest trace of Zhou Yan's acting.

For this reason, Erlang Shen even sent his dog, Xiaotianquan, to retrieve Lin Ziwei's life essence, but Erlang Shen did not trust Zhou Yan.

This put Erlang Shen in a dilemma.

Having been deceived by Bai Ze countless times, Erlang Shen could never feel any positive emotions towards the beast outside the door, but reason and intuition kept tilting towards Zhou Yan.

Throughout his thousands of years of divine existence, Erlang Shen has successfully fought countless battles through self-awareness and reason, and his plans are numerous.

A knock sounded at that moment, followed by Zhou Yan's weak voice.

"Yang Erlang, how about we go and take a look at 'Tongxing' first?"

"If possible, could you please prepare Lin Ziwei's life essence for me?"

Erlang Shen looked towards the gate.

For a fleeting moment, Erlang Shen wanted to raise his three-pointed double-edged sword and shred Zhou Yan into pieces, but it was no use. Erlang Shen had killed Bai Ze countless times, but in Bai Ze's amusement plan, killing Bai Ze had no other meaning than being able to see Bai Ze less often.

A few seconds later, Erlang Shen exhaled a breath from his mouth.

Having lived for so long, Erlang Shen realized that he was becoming more and more senile, actually holding back and doing nothing because he was afraid of Bai Ze.

Yes, he was afraid. He was afraid that Bai Ze would play a trick on him, so he dared not believe a single word Zhou Yan said. He was also afraid of Bai Ze's past achievements, so he hesitated and dragged his feet.

Back then, Bai Ze tricked Erlang Shen more than once, and he won every time.

But Erlang Shen shouldn't be like this. A strong man who can take other people's magic weapons head-on, should he be afraid of a little Bai Ze who has just awakened?

Erlang Shen couldn't help but laugh at himself.

When did Erlang become unable to accept defeat?

Yes, the worst that can happen is that we lose.

Erlang Shen got up, walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and there stood Zhou Yan, who had a forced smile on his face.

Zhou Yan chuckled dryly.

"Um, Jiro, now everyone sees us as targets to be killed. Even if we do nothing..."

Zhou Yan was in a dilemma. How could he persuade Erlang Shen to help him deal with Lin Ziwei's life essence, which was related to whether he could leave this world?

But judging from Erlang Shen's attitude towards me, it would be very difficult to persuade this guy who doesn't believe a single word.

“Bai Ze…贰≠〔疚⊙∪馓∧舞，蕗肆蒐'∈索?￠U：”

Whether it was Zhou Yan's imagination or not, Zhou Yan felt that Erlang Shen's voice sounded much more relaxed.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"You win."

It seemed as if something that had been weighing on my heart had been pushed away.

With his inner demons shattered, Erlang Shen regained his inner and outer clarity.

"Ok?"

Zhou Yan tilted his head, looking puzzled.

What exactly happened to Erlang Shen during the time he wasn't watching?

What does it mean to win?

Chapter Forty-Four Replacement

Noon.

Sunlight spilled across every corner of the world, illuminating it with crystal clarity.

After Yang Jian drove away from the sparsely populated affluent area, the number of people around him gradually increased, especially when he reached some pedestrian streets and shopping streets, where a large number of students and office workers appeared.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhou Yan took out his phone and dialed several numbers, but these numbers were not the Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger that Zhou Yan had imagined; instead, they were all strangers.

After Wenquxing's phone call confirmed that something was wrong, Erlang Shen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, asked.

"Finished?"

Zhou Yan sighed.

"It's over."

Since they were not in a fragmented world where the Four Divine Beasts did not exist, Zhou Yan wanted to ask the Four Divine Beasts or Wenquxing for help, but none of the phone numbers of the Four Divine Beasts and Wenquxing that Zhou Yan knew were correct.

It's possible that this world has shifted by a certain degree of 9 degrees relative to the main world, and the Four Symbols, Seven Beasts, and Wenqu Star are no longer the same ones from the main world.

With this in mind, and without knowing the exact situation of the Four Divine Beasts and the Star of Literature, Zhou Yan dared not ask them for help again.

Compared to cults with demigods in charge, true gods with the power to single-handedly cleave through continental shelves are clearly more frightening.

Besides, she was a woman, and Zhou Yan was really afraid that there might be a pervert among the Four Divine Beasts.

Erlang Shen's vehicle began to slow down, and one by one, East Asians with black hair and black eyes walked past the vehicle. Zhou Yan also saw several plump young women carrying milk tea and ice cream, walking happily from one end of the street to the other.

Erlang Shen, who was driving, saw a milk tea shop pass by the car window and couldn't help but ask.

Would you like some milk tea?

Zhou Yan leaned back in his chair.

"Let's resolve this matter first."

Erlang Shen slowly accelerated the car, and after navigating several streets, a large commercial building appeared at the end of Chang'an Avenue.

Erlang Shen parked the car in front of the Ocean Building.

Zhou Yan, dressed in a school uniform, and Erlang Shen, dressed in an inexpensive suit, got off the plane and walked together to the entrance of the building.

As soon as they entered, two girls wearing clothes with a special logo came up and handed out flyers to Erlang Shen and Zhou Yan.

"Now there are free drinks and food on the second floor, as well as special entertainment programs."

The girl handing out flyers pointed towards Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen, searching for the elevator.

Zhou Yan took the flyer, which featured an emperor in a royal robe, with several lines of text beside him.

Are you still suffering from illness?

Are you still suffering because of the brevity of life?

Are you still suffering because you can't have what you want?

"Join us, and the great gods will grant you everything you desire!"

The cults of the Eastern Xia United States were not born out of ignorance among the lower classes, but rather because the people had no other choice.

For example, if your wife and daughter are seriously ill, but you don't have the money to see a doctor, and a religious sect claims that their Lord can cure all diseases, would you be willing to believe it out of desperation?

For example, you want a good job and a good life, but you can't find one because of various reasons. Then a religion claims that their god can do all of this for you. What do you do?

When the hopes of the lower classes are extinguished by reality, they turn to nihilism, and religion happens to fill this market.

Under normal circumstances, neither Zhou Yan nor Erlang Shen would care about these small cults that came from who-knows-where and were just trying to satisfy the desires of certain people.

But things are different now. Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen each took the flyer and sat down on a sofa on the first floor, waiting quietly.

After waiting for about half an hour, a luxury car stopped at the entrance of the building. Five beautiful young women with blonde hair, blue eyes, and long legs got out of the car. Two girls handing out flyers at the entrance, along with dozens of cult members who had been waiting, went to greet them.

"prophet……"

"You've arrived?!"

"Is the prophet going to preach again?"

Almost surrounded by her, the blonde, blue-eyed beauty Feng Wanlai walked into the lobby on the first floor of the building with her chin held high, and then went into the elevator, where she was escorted inside.

During this time, Erlang Shen, who was sitting in the corner, opened his third eye, and Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes and opened the attribute panel of the young woman.

As the elevator doors closed, Erlang Shen looked at Zhou Yan, who shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

"This is, well, a newly formed Qi cultivator."

According to Zhou Yan's omniscient analysis, Feng Wanlai is a young Taoist priest who has just cultivated internal energy, and has nothing else. His combat strength is probably only at the demon-level bloodline level.

Erlang Shen nodded silently. His third glance also failed to discern what abilities this fellow Feng Wanlai possessed.

However, this was nothing. Erlang Shen had already made up his mind to follow Zhou Yan to investigate the so-called Lin Ziwei and the "Tongxing" cult.

At worst, the results will come out. If you lose, you lose; if you win, you win. Yang Erlang is a man of integrity. How can he not even bear defeat?

However, after losing, Erlang Shen prepared twelve ways to eat Bai Ze.

I guarantee that you'll stew the bones until they're juicy and flavorful. Search: Bai Ze bones will be cooked until they're full of oil.

The "Tongxing" cult members, who had filled the lobby, gradually boarded the elevator.

Zhou Yan gave Erlang Shen a look, and Erlang Shen nodded. The two went upstairs through the emergency exit and went up to the second floor together.

There used to be a buffet restaurant on the second floor, but now it has been converted into a restaurant by the "Tongxing" cult. It is filled with various fried chicken and fries, as well as some cheap staple foods, and is provided free of charge to the cult's followers.

However, when unfamiliar faces like Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen entered, the "Tongxing" followers guarding the door did not stop them.

Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen entered the restaurant. Not long after they entered, Feng Wanlai, surrounded by three men in black, walked onto the stage of the self-service restaurant. As soon as this guy arrived, the self-service restaurant, which was originally a bit noisy, became quiet. Many believers looked up and stared at Feng Wanlai on the stage with great enthusiasm.

Feng Wanlai, standing on the podium, spoke with great enthusiasm.

Good afternoon, dear followers!

The person below clenched their fist and placed it over their heart, which appears to be a gesture of respect unique to this religion.

Feng Wanlai was very satisfied and said loudly.

"Children! May our great Father bless us!"

Music started coming from the surrounding speakers.

Feng Wanlai began to sing, and the tune she sang seemed to be an adaptation of some kind of popular music, a catchy tune.

"Our Father is in heaven, watching over us."

Mentioning "He is so kind~"

The book says, "We fall into His arms."

The people below sang along, many of them blushing and excitedly absorbed in the music.

Zhou Yan popped a piece of fried chicken into his mouth and said to Erlang Shen beside him while chewing.

"A bit silly."

Erlang Shen nodded slightly.

A homeless man in his thirties approached Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen, or more precisely, he approached the pile of fried chicken behind them. After taking a few pieces of fried chicken, he approached Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen, glancing at Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen. Erlang Shen didn't sing, and asked while eating the fried chicken.

5. "The church is good in any way, but it's so hard to sing hymns here every day. We're not children anymore, why do we have to sing such embarrassing songs?"

Zhou Yan approached the homeless man and whispered.

Lu: "I think so too. I'm new here and can't accept this kind of culture."

The homeless man laughed heartily.

"Hmm, I can't accept it either, so I haven't been singing. By the way, we're going to the Catholic office later to pray to the Ziwei Emperor. When you go, wash your hands and wipe your faces, otherwise it will be considered disrespectful."

Zhou Yan hummed in agreement, then his eyes darted around as he asked.

"By the way, we were introduced here by a guy named Lin Ziwei, but when we arrived, he wasn't here anymore. Do you know where Lin Ziwei is?"

Zhou Yan closely observed the changes in the homeless man's expression.

The homeless man didn't show much change in expression; he just pondered.

"That Lin Ziwei guy? I do remember him. He has the worst temper. He often argues with the priest, saying things like the Ziwei Emperor doesn't know anything about these things and that the Ziwei Emperor never said those things."

The homeless man nodded his chin at the wind blowing in the evening.

"Back then, the most intense arguments were between the Prophet and Lin Ziwei. Sometimes, even after our meetings were over, the Prophet would still keep Lin Ziwei behind for a chat."

The homeless man looked at Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen with a strange expression.

"Lin Ziwei doesn't seem to have much faith in the Ziwei Emperor..."

Nonsense, he is the Ziwei Emperor, do you think he would believe in himself?

Why did he introduce you here?

Zhou Yan shook his head.