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

"No poisoning, no bacteria, no flu, and no other pathological symptoms besides my own problem."

The Secretary of State shook his head.

"Even if it's a normal death, when that number rises to ten million a day, it's not normal."

The Minister of Health understood.

"Yes, so our medical experts are all saying that the King of Hell's Book of Life and Death was stolen by some mischievous ghost..."

The Secretary of State was smiling broadly.

"That's a good idea."

The scene then shifts to a member of Congress being interviewed.

"Everyone, everyone, there's no need to be so tense, no need to act like the world is about to end."

The congressman's face was beaming with excitement.

"Hey, my dear viewers, you may not know that our country's annual medical insurance expenditure accounts for 28% of the country's GDP, and the elderly make up the majority of that expenditure."

"Does everyone understand what this means? Those old folks who have no contribution to society and who are a burden on social development in their old age have plundered 14% of the country's wealth, and now, it's all these old folks who are dying!"

The members of Congress could not hide their excitement.

"According to one of my think tanks, the death of an elderly person is estimated to save our country 500,000 yuan in future welfare spending. 500,000 yuan per elderly person!"

The member of Congress stretched out one hand, fingers spread wide.

"What does it mean to have ten million elderly people!"

Feng Wanlai withdrew his gaze from the search.

That's not too bad, is it? Two years ago, a state lost its national power grid due to heavy snow, and the price of electricity, which was originally only three cents per kilowatt-hour, skyrocketed to tens of dollars per kilowatt-hour within a few days.

Many people froze to death, and some protested to the local government. A government councilor mocked them, saying that the world is a dog-eat-dog world, and those who froze to death were the weak. He looked down on these weak people.

There are also those who want to loosen restrictions on drugs and sex industries because of the poor economy, and those who allow child labor because of economic downturn.

The Eastern Xia Federation is currently in a period of decline in national power. The most prominent feature of this period is the rampant spread of demons and monsters. All sorts of strange remarks and bizarre ideas will appear, and the people will go from absolutely rejecting them at the beginning to becoming numb to them later.

When a critical point is reached, the country will collapse.

Such is the cycle of history.

Feng Wanlai couldn't help but think of the history she had studied in the past. A hundred years before the founding of the Eastern Xia Federation, the Eastern Xia Federation was full of vitality, and everyone had great confidence in the future. The country's leaders, whether in terms of morality or political ability, were far superior to the current bunch of internet celebrity politicians.

Who knew that two hundred years later, everything would have fallen into ruin.

Damn it, how did my Eastern Xia United Kingdom end up like this?

Feng Wanlai drove to the Sunshine Hotel in the city center.

The hotel has now been booked by the Tongxing cult. When Feng Wanlai arrived, several Tongxing members came up and helped her drive to the underground parking lot. Feng Wanlai got out of the car, straightened her clothes, and entered the lobby on the first floor.

Ling took the elevator to the second floor.

There is a conference room on the second floor, where hundreds of elderly people in suits are sitting.

The number of elderly people dying this time is too high, including members of Congress and big capitalists. After realizing that their wealth and power could not prolong their lives, these big capitalists and members of Congress began to look for ways to survive.

A group of people stayed with the Five Xuanwu, and another group stayed with the other awakened individuals who could extend their lives. For the rest, since no one could make a concrete promise, they could only look to the cults that were spreading doomsday propaganda everywhere in the countryside for help.

This time, Tongxing attracted many big shots who would never have given him a second glance before.

Sifeng found a place to sit down in the evening.

A Tongxing Cultist with a Star Soul in his destiny walked up to Feng Wanlai and said respectfully.

"Prophet, would you like me to prepare a room for you?"

The evening breeze waves its hand.

"Go and rest, I'll be fine on my own."

The believer left.

Feng Wanlai touched her chest. The things Zhou Yan asked her to do were not difficult, even simple, but she did not understand the meaning of Zhou Yan asking her to do them.

Normally, shouldn't someone kill someone by poisoning or cursing them?

Zhou Yan asked her to come, but it turned out to be just...

The surrounding lights were turned off one by one. At the front of the conference room, several searchlights shone, illuminating the podium. Several Tongxing believers moved an image of Du Laiqiu, but because he was wearing an imperial crown, his facial features were not clearly visible, onto the podium.

The people around fell silent.

Those present were either rich or powerful, but now the inexplicable entropy increase buff was ignoring the reasoning with these former high-ranking humans, so they made many preparations to try and survive.

For example, if this common trait is useless, they will go to a newly emerging "Green Lotus Sect" to ask their incarnate Maitreya for blessings.

If even Maitreya descending to earth is of no use, there are other cults that you could try.

The believers who brought the statue left, and several Taoist priests dressed in robes approached from both sides of the platform.

A long, serene melody began to play, and several Taoist priests knelt before the statue of a deity, chanting prayers.

"The supreme saints and immortals encompass all things. The five directions—north, south, east, west, and center—are the five directions, and the twelve palaces of the heavens are the gods. The twenty-eight constellations are arranged in the four cardinal directions, and the nine luminaries, seven stars, and all the saints are present."

"Blessed by the Star Palace, Your Majesty, your disciple [name] is hereby granted your favor. May you be the natal Star Lord, the Major and Minor Luck Star Lords, the Major and Minor Limit Star Lords, the Sun, Moon, Rahu, Ketu, and the Venus, Jupiter, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn Star Lords, and the Four Star Lords who shine upon you. May you receive increased blessings and longevity, and may your sins be forgiven."

"Dragon and Tiger Descend, Great Virtue and Love for Life, Great Compassion, Great Vow, Great Sage and Great Mercy. Lord of Ten Thousand Stars, Limitless Primordial Emperor, Lord of the Central Heaven Stars, Supreme Being of the North Pole."

A faint starlight emanated from the statue, flowing like a river of stars throughout the conference room.

The wealthy and high-ranking officials present remained largely silent upon seeing this, showing little reaction.

There are awakened beings in this world. Only those at the lower levels of the awakened beings who have never seen such a small scene would make such a fuss. People at the higher levels have seen far more exaggerated visual effects.

However, this composure crumbled when he felt his heart resonating with the surrounding stars.

Many wealthy and high-ranking officials stood up, looking surprised and uncertain.

"I... I feel a beating heart outside my body!"

"How is that possible!"

"Me too, I feel that way too!"

The high-ranking officials and wealthy people got up in a great uproar, and then saw stars that resonated with their hearts falling into their hearts.

Although those present were used to grand occasions, this heartwarming feeling still made the group feel a sense of novelty, and their conversations and exchanges increased considerably.

Feng Wanlai couldn't help but shake his head.

She could tell that once these wealthy and high-ranking officials were certain they wouldn't be killed, they would accept the missionary work.

These people will all become fuel for Du Laiqiu's ambition.

……

In Cihe City, in front of a residential building.

Old Bai Ze opened his door.

"Honey, I'm home."

Yinglong, who had returned early, walked down the stairs with small steps.

"Honey? Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?"

Yinglong, who was not yet pregnant and whose ability to walk was not affected, approached Lao Bai Ze.

"Hey, who are these two?"

A part of Yinglong looked at Zhou Yan and Erlang Shen.

Old Bai Ze pushed out Zhou Yan, who was plump and youthful.

"Honey, let me introduce you. This is my sister. Isn't she beautiful?"

Zhou Yan stared at Old Bai Ze in disbelief. Old Bai Ze slapped Zhou Yan's pert buttocks and said unhappily.

"What are you standing there for! Call her sister-in-law!"

"Hey, don't be so loud and aggressive towards your sister."

Yinglong came up and took Zhou Yan's hand, his eyes full of tenderness.

"You must be tired from coming all the way from your hometown. Would you like me to cook you something to eat?"

Old Bai Ze winked at Zhou Yan.

"Forget about what we eat, honey, go give our little sister a bath and change her clothes, just use what's in the dressing room."

Old Bai Ze said meaningfully.

　Novel: ‖^@|∞《∝ "Don't always make your sister-in-law do the work, you should scrub her back later too!"

Zhou Yan: “(?_?)”

Scrubbing Yinglong's back, old Bai Ze, are you trying to make me die faster than I'm supposed to?

Seeing that things were not going well, Erlang Shen slipped and ran away.

"Need not……"

Zhou Yan shook off Yinglong's hand.

"I didn't sweat."

"Really?"

Yinglong leaned closer and sniffed Zhou Yan's neck. There was indeed no smell of sweat, but rather a fresh, youthful fragrance.

Yinglong couldn't help but kiss Zhou Yan's face, causing Zhou Yan's body to tremble violently.

Yinglong chuckled.

"Honey, where did you find such a young and tender girl? You can sleep in the guest room tonight, and this girl can sleep with me."

This is what Lao Bai Ze was waiting for.

"No problem, you two should have a good chat tonight."

"No, I have something to do. Goodbye, sister-in-law!"

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Chapter Sixty-Five Luo Shu

It's raining. It's pouring rain.

Fire Lord Wang Xuan disliked this kind of weather, especially in such heavy rain. He still had to go out, but the only good news was that the distance was short, just to a hotel outside his villa.

The vehicle carrying Wang Xuan stopped at the parking lot outside the Daxing Hotel. The Daxing Hotel is an ancient hotel with a history of three hundred years. The last renovation was a hundred years ago. Perhaps because of its age, the hotel does not have an underground parking lot. There is only an outdoor parking lot parked outside the hotel.

Wang Xuan opened the door of his car, and raindrops the size of a thumb fell continuously in front of him. (Lu, ↓↑)

It's May now, almost summer. I don't know if it's like this all over the world, but at least in Wang Xuan's area, it rains every time the seasons change.

After the rain, the temperature will drop or rise depending on the season.

Therefore, sometimes you might be wearing short sleeves before it rains, but after it rains you have to wear thermal underwear and a cotton-padded coat.

Wang Xuan didn't know if summer had arrived after this rain. Looking at the torrential rain that had turned distant scenery into an ink painting, he felt that his house's drainage system probably couldn't withstand it.

Wang Xuan walked to the hotel entrance in the rain. When the waiter saw Wang Xuan coming, he took out an umbrella from his side and came over. However, after coming over, the waiter found that all the rainwater that came within ten centimeters of Wang Xuan disappeared automatically, and even the ground under Wang Xuan's feet dried naturally.

"No, thank you."

Wang Xuan smiled gently at the approaching waiter, and patted the child on the shoulder as he passed the kind waiter.

Unsurprisingly, the waiter beamed with delight; no service industry worker dislikes being praised.

Perhaps because it was a rainy day, there were hardly any people in the hotel lobby when Wang Xuan walked in. This old hotel was decorated with wood, and the furniture and even the waiters' clothes were all in the classic Xia style.

Moreover, the vast majority of the hotel's staff are citizens of the Eastern Xia Federation, and the rest are graduates of the Eastern Sea Kingdom's Xia language department who can speak Xia language. These staff members will communicate in the same language as the customers.

The high-ranking officials of the Donghai Kingdom like to hold meetings. When discussing these matters, they abandon their native languages ​​and communicate in Xia language. Before the meetings, they always mention that they graduated from a certain university in the Dongxia United Kingdom, what their Xia language name is, which history book in the Dongxia United Kingdom it comes from, and what the national policies of the Dongxia United Kingdom are.

In the eyes of these high-ranking officials, local education and language are inferior. Only those who have studied in the Eastern Xia Federation and speak Xia language and foreign languages ​​are considered to have some air of superiority.

Wang Xuan disliked this, but when the entire country's top leadership shared this preference, Wang Xuan alone couldn't change their perceptions.

Slightly annoyed by the waitresses dressed in classic summer attire, Wang Xuan took the elevator, which stopped on the fifth floor.