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

Wen Kanyu sat on an expensive sofa. In front of him, a young woman dressed in an office lady outfit poured him a cup of tea and said respectfully.

"Sir, is there anything else you'd like to order? We also have some desserts and fruits."

Wen Kanyu shook his head.

"No need, a cup of tea will do."

The office lady went out.

Wen Kanyu took a sip of tea, and as he put the tea down, loud footsteps and shouts echoed from both upstairs and downstairs.

The company was taken over by economic crime police and criminal police. Official professionals forcibly seized the company's database. Wen Kanyu believed that it wouldn't be long before the economic crime police and criminal police he had hired would be able to find evidence of the company's crimes.

Of course, given the current foundation of large companies, as long as they have the money to hire highly skilled lawyers or spend tens of millions of dollars every year to maintain an entire legal team, they can legally commit crimes and even legally evade taxes.

As one of the leading local enterprises, this company must have hired professional lawyers to handle these matters.

But that's okay. If they can't find the charges, they can just make up a few. If they can't make up any, they can have criminal police and economic police stationed here. As the authorities, they have many ways to ruin a private company.

“Dong dong search ∵′ search ~ u: er ｛ ∠ Qiu “＿ si? three ¨♀ gong si dong…”

Wen Kanyu looked toward the door of the reception room where the knocking had come from.

The door opened, and a young man in his early twenties wearing headphones walked out.

Wen Kanyu watched as the young man walked up to him and sat down.

The young man reached out his hand to Wen Kanyu.

"Hello, I am Chairman Zhou's representative."

Upon hearing this, Wen Kanyu revealed a kind and gentle smile. He was already a chubby man, and his smile gave people a very reassuring and positive feeling.

"Hello, hello, I am the Cihe City representative of the Tongxing Sect."

Wen Kanyu grasped the young man's hand.

After exchanging pleasantries, both parties released their hands.

Wen Kanyu cleared his throat and then spoke.

"Your chairman is very capable. Our sect has always been eager to recruit talented people. I wonder if Chairman Zhou would do us the honor of listening to our sect's philosophy?"

The young man opposite him pressed his earpiece and then spoke.

"What is the ideology of your sect?"

Wen Kanyu's face showed piety.

"Soon, a catastrophe will befall this world, and only the people protected by the Ziwei Emperor will survive it."

The young man opposite him had a strange expression.

Many cults claim that the world will soon be destroyed and humanity will be wiped out. They also claim that the cult leader is a saint sent by the gods to save the world, and that only by following the saint's instructions can one survive the future catastrophe.

Seeing that the young man opposite him looked unwell, Wen Kanyu teased him.

"My dear child, don't you believe me?"

The young man remained silent.

Wen Kanyu laughed loudly.

"It's alright, you'll soon find out that what I said is true, because soon death will begin with the elderly and gradually erode everyone."

Before Wen Kanyu came, he attended Feng Wanlai's evangelistic meeting. Feng Wanlai announced to the believers who participated in his evangelistic meeting that a large wave of deaths would soon arrive. First, the elderly in their seventies and eighties would die one after another, followed by large numbers of middle-aged and elderly people in their fifties and sixties.

Only those who worship the Ziwei Emperor will not survive this global wave of death.

Having already been inhabited by the Star Soul, Wen Kanyu naturally believed in the words of his prophet and tried his best to spread the news. He believed that when others saw the abnormal deaths of the elderly around them, many people would flock to the embrace of the Ziwei Emperor, whom they believed in.

The young man opposite him became curious.

"Are you going to poison the elderly?"

There is a very peculiar historical figure in the history of the Eastern Xia Federation. This historical figure claims that he can have his soul leave his body in his sleep, see many strange things, and even give a prophecy about when he will die.

Then, on the day of his prophetic death, this man hung a three-foot-long white silk ribbon from the rafters of his house and hanged himself.

There is an example where cult members might kill elderly people in order to ensure the accuracy of their prophecies.

Wen Kanyu's face darkened.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We are an upright and kind sect, how could we do such an evil thing!"

Wen Kanyu remembered that he was originally just a fat guy that no one cared about. It was only after joining the Tongxing Sect that he was valued and sought after. Now, thanks to the Star Soul entering his life, he has been cured of diabetes, fatty liver and high blood lipids caused by obesity.

Therefore, in Wen Kanyu's eyes, Feng Wanlai and the other high-ranking members of the sect were all truly good people, and were the agents of the Ziwei Emperor on earth.

These good people work so hard to spread the gospel and save lives, and these mortals are not only ungrateful, but they also pick and choose, which is simply foolish.

The young man opposite Wen Kanyu shrugged.

Have you ever been to prison?

Fatty Wen Kanyu said unhappily.

“I have never committed a crime or broken the law, how could I have ever been to such a place?”

The young man grinned.

"You'll understand once you've been there. The vast majority of criminals there believe they are good people and that their crimes are justified."

"Few people are willing to admit their own bad behavior."

Wen Kanzhong★! Group ^+: 'Silk', one (] wine ∴”Ling Qi Ba《>Ling Yu was silent.

He felt the pressure of missionary work. They were a bunch of scoundrels who only cared about latrines and outhouses. He had come here with the grace and mercy of God, and these lowly and ignorant people not only did not obediently put their knees on the ground and humbly listen to the gospel, but now they even dared to mock his messengers these days.

Wen Kanyu had encountered this kind of person many times. Every time he met such a person, Wen Kanyu wanted to summon the divine power of the Ziwei Emperor to kill these ignorant people, but in the end he had to swallow his anger.

You'll regret this.

Wen Kanyu looked intently at Erlang Shen's agent.

“I originally thought we came here to discuss cooperation, and that you were willing to accept the gospel of the Lord. Now it seems I was wrong. You people don’t understand what is wrong until you see the greatness of the Lord.”

The young man looked like he was trying not to laugh.

Wen Kanyu pointed to his ear.

"Could you take your headphones off? I have something I want to talk to you about."

Wen Kanyu pronounced the word "you" with a heavy emphasis.

The young man listened to the headphones for a while, then took them out and pressed the power button.

"Okay, I'm turning it off."

The young man placed the earphones aside and pushed them away, indicating that the earphones were no longer working.

Wen Kanyu leaned closer to the young man and whispered.

"Zhou Tao is a villain, and your boss is the real devil."

The young man shook his head.

"Whether my boss is a villain or not, I know it myself."

The young man was Erlang Shen's employee, and had worked under him for several years. He knew very well that Erlang Shen wasn't a good person, but he hadn't done anything particularly evil either.

The man across from me, Wen Kanyu, had only met me for the first time, yet he kept talking about the great Lord and His glory, then he criticized other people's bosses as bad people. (Yi)

How should I put it? 6

Young people who have read some history stories often have a religious anecdote about a person who worked hard to earn money and build a house. Then a charlatan from next door came over and said that all the money he earned was thanks to the blessing of God XX, and that his life was given to him by God XX.

Then you need people to offer tribute, but not too much, just 70% of your income.

What?! You don't want to?!

Seventy percent is too little. The gods have already made so much money for you. Not giving you ninety percent is one thing, but you won't even give seventy? Dad.

The young man felt that Wen Kanyu was just like the priest in the historical anecdote—every time he opened and closed his mouth, he wanted to claim all the credit and everything else for himself. (Neighbor)

No, you don't know.

Wen Kanyu looked at the young man in front of him with pity.

"Are you aware of the Zian Road case?"

The young man looked at Wen Kanyu with surprise.

The Zian Road case happened half a day ago. A vicious crime occurred on Zian Road, resulting in more than 50 deaths and severe damage to the road. The police have now blocked the road, and many reporters and independent media outlets want to report on it, but the police are preventing them from going.

The young people only saw some rumors online and knew that the deaths on Zian Road were horrific and the road was badly damaged, but they didn't know anything else that had happened on Zian Road.

Wen Kanyu played with flavor.

"Half a day ago, your chairman, Zhou Tao, led a group of people to steal things from our Tongxing sect. Several of our bishops chased after them to retrieve our church's property. When your chairman saw that he couldn't defeat our bishops, he started killing people while saying that if they dared to chase after him again, he would kill them indiscriminately."

Wen Kanyu began to shake his head, his face filled with suppressed helplessness and anger.

“He is truly the most heinous villain. Our bishops witnessed your chairman go on a killing spree, sparing no one from eighty-year-olds to eight-year-olds. Some children had their knees crushed by your chairman, crying and begging our bishops to stop chasing them, saying they didn’t want to die.”

The young man's expression changed drastically.

“My bishopric is merciful; having seen so many dead people, they dare not pursue them.”

腫转:七∑四}伊←>蓤『］i＾]ba∨≯邻闻坎宇stared at the young man with a mocking expression.

"It's true that good people can't beat bad people. Your chairman is really capable."

The young man looked at Wen Kanyu with surprise and doubt, and Wen Kanyu smiled.

"Since I've said all that, I won't say any more. Oh, and remember to take a good look at the elderly mortality rate during this period. You'll find out who the real devil is."

Wen Kanyu straightened his clothes and left the reception room.

It's difficult to persuade someone with just a few words, so Wen Kanyu came here only to give Erlang Shen and the others a heads-up: in the future, large numbers of old people will die.

With the entropy increase buff, people over 80 years old will die one after another within a year, people over 60 years old will die one after another within three years, followed by people over 30 years old.

Only after the human population has been reduced to an unprecedented level by the entropy increase buff can this soaring mortality rate be reduced.

Wen Kanyu believed that if his prophecy came true, Erlang Shen's subordinates would change their mind.

Of course, as a middle manager, Wen Kanyu was unaware that the death buff caused by the increase in entropy was caused by his own superiors. He even believed that the people who died when Erlang Shen escaped were killed by Erlang Shen.

The reason why their own superiors chased after Erlang Shen but failed to capture him was simply because Erlang Shen was too wicked, and their own superiors, being kind-hearted, couldn't bear to see so many people die.

A few seconds after Wen Kanyu left, the young man retrieved the earphones and recounted everything Wen Kanyu had said to Xiaotianquan. (Eight)

...

The border of Cihe City.

Erlang Shen was driving a taxi with the words "Passengers Available" on it, holding his phone to his ear with one hand and gripping the steering wheel with the other, on a street called Qinghua Street.

"That's basically the situation... Jiro... what are your plans? Will you continue to contact people with similar traits?"

The voice of the Celestial Hound came from the cell phone next to Erlang Shen's ear.

"I'll think about it. Xiaotian, you just do what you're supposed to do."

"Mmm, Erlang, be careful." (Shu)

Erlang Shen hung up the phone.

Zhou Yan, who was in the passenger seat, leaned closer.

Erlang Shen looked at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan shrugged.

"Can we go find Feng Wan now?"

Erlang Shen dialed Feng Wanlai's number. Feng Wanlai was just a guy who wasn't much stronger than an ordinary person. Zhou Yan had seen this woman's profile when he was at the Ocean Building before, and he knew her phone number and everything else clearly.

The call connected, and Feng Wanlai's voice came through.

"Hello, who is this...?"

Erlang Shen's voice was deep and steady.

"I am Zhou Tao."

The other side fell silent.