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

"Damn it, he dared to hug me just now, I'm going to torture him both physically and mentally!"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"It's quite difficult to change a person's sex through metamorphosis, but..."

"Ok?"

As Zhou Yan held Ximen Qing, his hand touched Ximen Qing's heart, but subtly, Zhou Yan couldn't feel Ximen Qing's heartbeat.

Zhou Yan's eyelids twitched. The young man placed his hand on Ximen Qing's neck, but there was no throbbing.

Zhou Yan then placed his finger under Ximen Qing's nostrils.

This action has a deeper meaning, so Little Yama hurriedly asked.

"Xiao Yan, don't say it..."

Zhou Yan frowned.

"Ximen Qing is dead."

Zhou Yan placed Ximen Qing on the ground and slowly touched the back of Ximen Qing's head with his palm. This was the place where Zhou Yan had hit Ximen Qing with a wooden stick earlier. Zhou Yan couldn't figure out what had happened there, but he must have hit him too hard. Ximen Qing had died from the blow.

Zhou Yan used to watch martial arts dramas, and there was a classic trope in these dramas: someone would slap another person on the back of the head, and that person would faint.

Later, Zhou Yan read four popular science articles about this action. The popular science writer tried his best to explain that the back of the human head is an extremely vulnerable place. If the wrong force is used, it can easily kill people. Therefore, it is absolutely forbidden to learn from martial arts dramas and hit a person on the back of the head. The neck is also not allowed, because if this place is hit, it can cause high-level paraplegia.

Little Yama also walked to Zhou Yan's side. The little guy knelt down on both knees and placed one hand on Ximen Qing's neck.

"Squeak..."

"Brother, I'm back. Is your cold any better?"

As Ximen Qing entered, the unlocked door to the first-floor room opened, and a strong, muscular man in a police uniform walked in.

The moment the man entered, his piercing eyes immediately fixed on Ximen Qing, who stood before Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan's heart sank. If nothing unexpected happened, the person who came in should be Wu Dalang's younger brother, the Pilgrim Wu Song.

"Boom..."

The strong and sturdy Wu Song quickly closed the door and ran to Zhou Yan. The man in the police uniform reached out and waved his hand under Ximen Qing's nostrils for a few seconds before looking up at his brother.

"Xiaosong, listen..."

Zhou Yan was about to explain something when Wu Song interrupted him.

"Brother, shall we go and wipe out the Ximen family?"

Zhou Yan: "Σ(° △ °|||)"

What an incredible plot twist!

Wu Song turned to look at Little Yama.

"Sister-in-law, I told you long ago that the Ximen family has impure intentions, yet you still flirted with him. Now you've gotten yourself into trouble, haven't you?"

Little Yama looked completely bewildered, but as a modern person who knew all the plot details, Little Yama quickly understood what Wu Song meant after a moment's thought.

Judging from Wu Song's account, he probably knew that Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing were having an affair, but perhaps he didn't have any evidence, or he didn't want to embarrass his brother, so he kept quiet.

Now that we see Ximen Qing dying in his own home, Wu Song probably thought that Ximen Qing came to seduce his sister-in-law, was discovered by Wu Dalang, and was then beaten to death by Wu Dalang.

Wu Song then looked at the corpse of Ximen Qing, which was being held by Zhou Yan.

“Brother, Ximen Qing comes from a prominent local family. Last time, when Ximen Qing’s father held his birthday banquet, even our bureau chief went to offer his congratulations. Now that you have killed the eldest son of the Ximen family, who was also the most favored, if you are not prepared, you will be killed by the Ximen family in retaliation.”

Wu Song's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He was a policeman and a tiger-slaying hero, but when faced with a choice between his brother, Ximen Qing, and the law, Wu Song stood firmly on Zhou Yan's side.

Wu Song took Ximen Qing's corpse from Zhou Yan, kneaded it a few times, then touched Ximen Qing's neck and snapped it with a crack.

This action startled Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun, but Wu Song didn't react much as he tossed the corpse in his hand and continued.

"To avoid retaliation from the Ximen family, we'd better kill Ximen Qing's father and several other clan leaders now, and cause internal strife within the Ximen family over inheritance and wealth."

Wu Song clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhou Yan. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Brothers, take advantage of this time and run far away with all your money. I will look after you from within the bureau."

Wu Song then looked at Little Yama.

"Now that this matter is over, please, sister-in-law, tone down your scent and stop attracting unwanted attention and causing trouble for my brother."

Combat:

Chapter 692, Chapter Twenty: Running Away

Ten minutes later.

Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun placed Ximen Qing's body in the wardrobe on the second floor. As soon as they finished, Xiao Yanjun said to Zhou Yan.

"This Wu Song is a ruthless man."

Zhou Yan nodded as he looked at Ximen Qing's broken neck.

"Hmm, this guy... snapped the last shred of Ximen Qing's chance of survival."

Regardless, Zhou Yan has beaten Ximen Qing. Given the Ximen family's influence in the area, if Ximen Qing is still alive and waiting to wake up, it will be Zhou Yan who is destined to die.

Therefore, after examining Ximen Qing, Wu Song disregarded whether Ximen Qing was alive or not. For Zhou Yan's sake, he directly shattered Ximen Qing's last hope. Later, he even planned to kill several powerful members of the Ximen family to help Zhou Yan escape.

Zhou Yan had heard too many stories of neighborly squabbles and family members fighting over each other. Seeing someone like Wu Song, who stood by his relatives without a word, really evoked mixed feelings in him.

“These bandits who can join Liangshan are no ordinary people.”

Little Yanjun walked to the bedside. Wu Dalang was an honest man. He made money by selling pancakes and didn't keep any for himself. He gave it all to his wife, Pan Jinlian. Before meeting Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian was a respectable woman. She was thrifty and managed the household well. She kept all her money in a bank account.

The bank passbook was hard to find. After checking the bedside table, wardrobe, and other places, Xiao Yanjun still couldn't find where the passbook was.

Zhou Yan, who had already straightened his clothes, spoke up.

"Forget about these things. If we want to run away, we'll go far away and wait for our bloodline to awaken. Then we won't have to worry about not being able to find a meal."

"Too……"

The somewhat troubled Little Yama walked towards Zhou Yan with a wry smile.

"We really don't need to be afraid of these little things."

With Bai Ze and the Central Ghost Emperor awakening their bloodlines, what situation can't they handle?

Zhou Yan and Little Yama got out of the car. The ruthless Wu Song was waiting on the first floor. When he saw his elder brother and sister-in-law come down, he reached out to the door and said.

"Hey, brother, I've prepared a car for you. Get in and drive straight out of Borneo."

Borneo is the state on the side of Wu Song. Once this area is opened up, it will be very difficult for Borneo police to enforce the law in other states.

Zhou Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Song.

“I understand. Well, brother, why don’t you run away with us? We don’t need to worry about the Ximen family’s affairs. If we run away now, no one will be able to catch us.”

As long as time goes by, Zhou Yan is confident that he and Little Yama will have enough power to deal with the Ximen family, since the Ximen family is just mortals no matter how powerful they are.

So why go against the Ximen family when you are at your weakest?

Previously, Zhou Yan was shocked by his own killing of Ximen Qing and then by seeing Wu Song casually crush Ximen Qing to death. Now, after taking a walk upstairs and relaxing, Zhou Yan felt that Wu Song's method of solving problems by killing was somewhat unreliable.

Wu Song's face is thorny and resolute. (4-fold folded item for purchase: 玖^.∥捌ˇ?<】≤叁★°隣≤甒坚毅.)

“Brother, you don’t understand. We have to get rid of the Ximen family’s lackeys before we can settle down. Otherwise, with the Ximen family’s power, they will find our hiding place very soon.”

As a policeman, Wu Song knew all too well the difference between an ordinary person and a capitalist, and between the state's violent organs. If Zhou Yan and his brother simply ran away, they would probably be caught and brought back in a few days. Only if Wu Song stirred up chaos in the local Ximen family could he take advantage of the confusion and allow his brother to escape safely.

Zhou Yan was a little unsure how to explain that his bloodline was about to awaken, and that his family would no longer have to worry about the Ximen family causing trouble.

"Wait a moment."

Suddenly, the little Yama, carrying a small bag, spoke up. The little girl glanced around and whispered.

"It seems like we're surrounded."

Wu Song immediately glanced around, and noticed that the man's brows furrowed slightly.

"Some skilled fighters have arrived."

As soon as Wu Song finished speaking, seven or eight people surrounded him from all corners. The one in the lead, a man with a scar on his face, asked...

"Master Wu, did my young master come to your house before? Why haven't we heard from him since he came?"

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, which were placed on either side of his trouser pockets.

When Ximen Qing came out, did he have bodyguards with him?

It's not exactly abnormal. It's quite normal for children from wealthy families to have bodyguards. It's just that Ximen Qing came to see Xiao Yanjun because he stole the jade, so it's understandable that the bodyguards didn't stay too close.

Zhou Yan could even imagine that when Ximen Qing came to see Xiao Yanjun, he deliberately had his bodyguards wait outside so as not to come in and spoil his mood.

And just as coincidentally, Ximen Qing died.

The leading man drew closer and closer to Zhou Yan.

"Where has our young master gone? Head of the Wu family, can you give us some information?"

Wu Song spoke.

"Your young master...it seems he went to..."

Wu Song turned his head in one direction, and the leading bodyguard followed Wu Song's gaze. However, the moment the bodyguard turned away, Wu Song drew his sidearm from his waist.

The bodyguards around him reacted, but before they could even warn him, Wu Song had already pointed his gun at the man's head as he turned around.

"Boom..."

As the trigger fell, a jet of flame shot from the dark muzzle, and within the flame, a cone-shaped bullet tore through the air, traveling at supersonic speed for less than ten meters before striking the leader of the men on the head.

My head exploded like a watermelon.

The remaining bodyguards quickly dispersed, some of them already shaking open the hem of their black suits, revealing the holsters on their waists.

But it was too late. Having spent years in areas where firearms were legal, Wu Song had made all the necessary preparations for his attack from the moment he drew his gun. After killing the closest bodyguard, Wu Song moved his hand sideways, and with each press of the trigger, the pistol in his hand continuously spewed out bursts of fire. The seven-round magazine was ejected at an extremely fast speed, taking the lives of five bodyguards.

Seeing this, the other bodyguards had no intention of fighting back. After witnessing their teammates die, they each ran to a corner and ran away as fast as they could.

Wu Song did not chase after them, but watched the last two bodyguards leave with a deep gaze.

Zhou Yan stepped out at the opportune moment.

"We've been exposed, brother. Forget about killing the Ximen family, let's run away now."

Wu Song hesitated on the surface, but this ruthless man was also very decisive. Without saying a word, he got into the off-road vehicle that was originally prepared for Zhou Yan and his companion, which was parked outside the door.

Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun got in together, and Wu Song drove expressionlessly out of the street where his house was located.

Beyond the streets were roads. Based on the satellite map provided by Zhou Yan's phone, the three of them easily drove to the outskirts of the city and continued towards the highway leading out of the local state. At their current speed, they should be able to reach another state by tomorrow.

That place is considered safe.

However, halfway through the drive, Zhou Yan, who was driving, suddenly turned around.

A helicopter appeared on the road behind the three people, and the faint sound of police sirens could be heard below it.

Wu Song, who was driving, did not look good.

Jiu: "The police are coming after us."

As a police officer, Wu Song knew very well how powerful his violent department could be when it really wanted to take action. When he was a member of this organization, Wu Song was always proud of his identity. Now, once he confronted this organization, an indescribable pressure surged up.

However, Wu Song did not regret everything he had done. Zhou Yan was the elder brother who had raised him, and he had no reason to give up his brother's comfort in exchange for his own peaceful life.

Wu Song was not a great man; he only wanted to be someone who would repay kindness.

"Listen up, you guys, you're surrounded..."

3. "...Surrender and you will be treated leniently! Resist and you will be killed without mercy!"

A familiar voice fell from the sky.

Wu Song reminded Zhou Yan, the Little Yama.

"Don't believe this nonsense! We've offended the Ximen family now; surrendering will surely mean a gruesome death!"

Wu Song knew very well that his chief and the Ximen family were in cahoots. If he surrendered now, even if the chief wouldn't do anything openly, he would have countless ways to torture him and his brother in private.

In short, never believe anything the police say; this is Wu Song's valuable lesson as a policeman.

Zhou Yan looked back and saw that several black bulletproof police cars had already driven up, positioned on either side of him, seemingly trying to force his SUV to stop.

Wu Song, who was driving, said to Zhou Yan.