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

Generally speaking, those who keep ghost children are either extremely wealthy and need this kind of supernatural power to protect their wealth, or they are certain celebrities. The status of celebrities comes entirely from the love of the masses, and the masses are the most fickle. There are countless examples of celebrities who are popular today but fade away tomorrow. Celebrities who do not want to lose popularity and attention will spend a lot of money to buy a ghost child.

As for ordinary people, very few would buy or raise ghost children.

Foreman Wang shook his head.

"I don't know, but I have seen our head waiter laughing in some deserted place at night. It was a creepy laugh."

The sixth human pillar emerged, and Zhou Yan also saw its origin; it seemed to be the foreman's daughter.

The foreman was a compulsive gambler who ruined his family and sold his daughter to survive. Afterward, he had a profound realization and wanted to find his daughter, only to discover that she had long since died.

The supervisor came to this hotel with the intention of atonement.

At this moment, Foreman Wang sighed.

"Although our foreman was quite eccentric, he was a good person and a conscientious worker. He died suddenly while on night patrol. Our chairman even attended his funeral and stood in the master of ceremonies to praise his life."

Foreman Wang looked somewhat envious.

"I wish I could have a funeral like this if I died."

Zhou Yan joked.

“Okay, I’ll attend your funeral and read your eulogy myself.”

Foreman Wang stared at Zhou Yan's excessively stern face for a while.

It's not that we're looking down on people. What kind of status does Zhou Yan have? What kind of status does the chairman have? There's a huge difference between Zhou Yan coming here and the chairman coming here.

Foreman Wang certainly didn't want the participants in his funeral to see that the person giving the eulogy was a callow youth.

Oh no, by then he would probably be middle-aged, and most likely a middle-aged man who had accomplished nothing.

Of course, you can't say what you're thinking out loud.

Foreman Wang chuckled awkwardly.

"Then I, Wang, will express my gratitude in advance, young sir."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"It's what I should do."

If I can escape from Mara's clutches with the help of this foreman, then attending his funeral would be the least I can do.

"Okay, okay."

Little Yama clapped his hands.

"Let's stop talking about these trivial things and continue with the ghost stories, quick, quick, quick."

Zhou Yan was alright, but he was still a man. She was just a little girl, and Little Yama couldn't even imagine what would happen to her if she fell into Bo Xun's hands.

Foreman Wang chuckled awkwardly.

"I don't know much about the other nine things. Oh, right, I just remembered one more thing, the wallfacers in the three safety passages."

Zhou Yan asked curiously.

"Wallfacer, what is that?"

The seventh human pillar is stirring.

Foreman Wang's eyes were vacant as he was lost in memories. These memories, however, did not actually exist in the past; they were fabricated by the Great Emperor of Fengdu, created out of thin air.

"That's right. On a few days, our hotel was very busy and all the rooms were booked. Because of the large number of people, the hotel elevators couldn't handle the demand. Out of consideration for our customers, our staff didn't want to compete with them for the elevators. So, some of the younger staff would choose to take the stairs whenever they could go up or down a short distance."

"That's when things started to go wrong."

Supervisor Wang's face twitched slightly. Every time he thought of the strange tales that happened in the hotel, it gave him a headache.

"When some young waiters came downstairs, they would find a person dressed in shabby clothes facing the wall on the stair landing, with his back to the people coming downstairs."

"Back then, there were all sorts of funny variety shows and a lot of funny self-media hoping to scare people to gain traffic. Although the young waiters who went down noticed something was wrong, they didn't think much of it."

Zhou Yan and Little Yan Jun chuckled.

There are actually a lot of nonsensical scripts in variety shows. For example, you might find out that your new girlfriend's father is actually a local super gangster boss. Or a celebrity might be putting on makeup in her dressing room when a demon suddenly appears and tries to eat her. The celebrity is so frightened that she says it's just a TV show.

The female celebrity, who was terrified and completely lost her composure, actually breathed a sigh of relief after learning it was a TV show and easily forgave the production team.

The most famous one Zhou Yan had ever seen was a so-called "Perfect Harmony" program, which specifically sought out women who had been dumped by their new boyfriends and were shamelessly begging honest men to take them back.

The most amazing thing is that they find a couple and let the boyfriend watch how proactive he is when his girlfriend is being flirted with by a handsome guy brought in by the show's producers.

It was under the influence of these shameless, entertainment-obsessed variety shows that many people in the Eastern Xia United Kingdom began to develop an extraordinary tolerance for the abnormalities around them.

In addition, with the proliferation of self-media, various self-media outlets are willing to do anything for traffic, and the most basic trust between people has become scarce.

For example, when a normal person sees a ghost around them, their first thought might be whether it's a variety show from somewhere, like when someone posts a link to a so-called "NTR" anime in a group chat, only to find out it's a pure romance anime.

"Until one day, a kind-hearted girl couldn't help but ask the guy leaning against the wall if he needed any help when she went downstairs."

Foreman Wang began to shake his head.

"Gentlemen, can you believe it?"

"As soon as the wall-facing ghost heard someone calling him, he suddenly disappeared. The young girl was so frightened that she resigned that very day."

Supervisor Wang sighed repeatedly.

"After that, the wall-facing ghost never appeared again."

After this incident, the hotel imposed strict measures on the girl and other staff members who had seen the "Wall-Facing Ghost," forbidding anyone from speaking out about it.

These waiters either left after receiving a sum of money, or stayed after receiving a significant pay raise.

Are there any others?

Zhou Yan inquired.

There are only two more pillars left. Once we break through these last two, our side will be completely safe.

Foreman Wang shook his head.

"That's all I know. As for the rest, well, would you two like to know some gossip about our former leadership team?"

Foreman Wang felt that as a group of normal paparazzi, the most important thing was to care about these gossips and scandals; supernatural events were nothing to them.

Zhou Yan looked disgusted. "Gossip about your past leadership team?"

I know what color your leadership team wears underwear every day, do I need you to tell me?

Judging from Zhou Yan's expression, Wang, the foreman who was experienced in the service industry, understood what he meant.

"If you two would like to know more, you can go and talk to Chairman Zhang."

Foreman Wang pointed to the top of his head.

"The chairman has been staying at our hotel lately and needs me..."

Foreman Wang thought for a moment and shook his head.

"The chairman probably wouldn't like discussing these supernatural and superstitious matters with us. If you two want to ask about these things, I'm afraid..."

"It's very difficult..."

Wang, the head waiter, was only told to talk about the supernatural things at his hotel because Zhou Yan had something on him. The chairman had no connection with Zhou Yan and his group, and besides, his chairman was a powerful figure who could control everything, so how could he be scared by Zhou Yan and his group?

Perhaps the moment Zhou Yan opened his mouth, he was already seized by his chairman's bodyguards and locked in the hotel's underground warehouse. What would happen next, Supervisor Wang wasn't sure, but he felt that Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun would regret everything they had done to their chairman.

Zhou Yan hugged Xiao Yanjun, took a step forward, and in Wang's incredulous gaze, Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun disappeared into thin air.

……

In front of the chairman's office.

Zhou Yan knocked on the door.

Zhou Yan had met the chairman of this hotel before, but at that time, Zhou Yan was standing on the podium while these local tycoons and gentry stood below, considering it an honor to hear Zhou Yan's voice and see his face.

After the speech, many wealthy people came up to Zhou Yan, wanting to take a photo with him. Zhou Yan disliked this behavior, so he refused the contact and sneaked away.

Of course, running away doesn't mean others won't recognize him. Zhou Yan believed that the hotel chairman must remember what Bai Ze looked like. Therefore, as long as he stood in front of the hotel chairman and revealed his identity, the hotel chairman would surely kneel down and answer any questions.

As for the previous chef apprentices, the foreman surnamed Wang did not recognize him. The reason was simple: Zhou Yan was not a local high-ranking official elected through election. Although Zhou Yan had a reputation in the local area, very few people had actually met him.

This shows the gap between social elites and ordinary people. Social elites basically know which group of people are in charge of their lives, while ordinary people don't care about who is who unless their own high-ranking officials are involved in sex scandals or during elections.

Zhou Yan waited a few seconds, but the door didn't open, so there was no need to be polite.

Zhou Yanjiu tore open the door and went inside. He'd only taken a few steps when his pupils constricted.

In front of Zhou Yan, behind the only desk in the entire chairman's office, a man in his sixties, who looked to be in good health, was slumped over the desk, his breathing halting.

This chairman, the one being directed by Foreman Wang, should be the wealthy individual who will be responsible for all the information about the pillars in the future.

died……

Combat:

Chapter 680, Chapter Eight: Success

The rain was drizzling outside the window.

The chairman's office was made with soundproofing materials to make the people working inside feel quiet and comfortable, but the rain, which was caused by an unusual phenomenon, penetrated the soundproofing materials and disturbed the peace of the room.

Zhou Yan, his pupils dilated in shock, stared at the chairman who was slumped over the table, his mouth opening and closing, unable to utter a single word.

However, Xiao Yanjun, who was beside Zhou Yan, quietly walked to the chairman's side, touched him with his finger, and then looked back at Zhou Yan.

"died."

Zhou Yan gave a wry smile.

"I can tell you the cause of this person's death and everything that happened before he died, Brother Yan, do you believe me?"

Zhou Yan had been scrutinizing the corpse, trying to find any possibility of it being alive, but to his despair, the chairman was completely dead, so much so that even his soul was gone.

Since the soul doesn't exist, even Little Yama can't summon it back to tell the story of the last two humanoid ghosts in spirit form.

Little Yan Jun tugged at the chairman's corpse, and after confirming that the guy had completely lost his value, he looked at Zhou Yan.

"How about we ask around and see if we can find out the last two ghost stories?"

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and said.

"How is this possible? How could Bo Xun kill the chairman right under our noses?!"

Little Yama shrugged.

"After all, he is the Heavenly Emperor. Although he was suppressed by the Goddess Nuwa and the Emperor of Fengdu, he should still have some chance to infiltrate his power. And this chairman is just a mortal."

Little Yama sighed and lamented.

"We ultimately cannot stop Mara..."

Throughout the sixth day, apart from Mara, Little Yama was not afraid of any of the heavenly demons, but he made a move against Mara.

This gives Little Yama the feeling that someone shouted, "Of all the martial arts in the world, I'm only afraid of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," and then got blown up by the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Someone else shouted, "There are only three people in the world who can beat this monk," and then all three of them were encountered.

Zhou Yan looked sorrowful, but this was not the time to blame the chairman for being a mere mortal and for being so easily killed by Mara.

Little Yama summoned even more ghosts and monsters, then molded them into human form and began questioning each of the living people in the hotel who hadn't yet been corrupted by the Heavenly Demon.

The result was not good. Little Yama quickly finished questioning a third of the people, but still no one knew the contents of the last two strange tales about this hotel.

The chairman seems to be a key point in opening up new timelines. Once he dies, the new storyline that has never appeared before disappears into nothingness and can never be brought out again.

Little Yama was in a bit of a dilemma.

If things continue like this, do I really need to give myself some psychological counseling and say that I'm going to pass through this tribulation ahead of time?

No matter how much he is tormented, he cannot be conquered by Mara.

Suddenly, a furry thing opened up in front of Little Yama.

Zhou Yan transformed from human form into his mythological form.

Little Yama looked at Zhou Yan with confusion, and Zhou Yan said in a deep voice.

"I... I suddenly remembered something..."

Zhou Yan activated his divine power skill, allowing him to exist or cease to exist with a single thought.

In this vision of having and not having, Zhou Yan saw what he wanted to see.