After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

Now that the great work is done, everyone is naturally happy and relaxed.

Without thinking twice, the offline opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered, there was a strong smell of blood, and he was taken aback when he went offline, but the eyes of the woman he was hugging rolled around in the board room, and then his eyes and mouth widened rapidly.

She saw a young man standing in the board room, and beside the young man were the heads of five people. These people's heads were filled with unspeakable pain and despair, as if they had experienced unimaginable torture in their lifetime.

The only living young man rolled his eyes and smiled at Sister Yu. Sister Yu suddenly felt that the young man's eyes were like black holes, revealing a completely unknown fear and madness, and this fear and madness gushed out like a frenzy, drowning herself , Sister Yu rolled her eyes and fell to the ground, fainting from fright.

The young man looked down the line, sniffing the smell of blood, swallowed at the head of his former teammate's head, and turned his eyes to Su Xiaowan who was being held by the young man.

After logging off the assembly line, he was stunned again. Isn't this fox already taken away by the priest of Mirao Sect?

Why, it will appear here now, and, my brother...

In an instant, the offline understood a lot.

I kicked myself to the iron board.

"I, I have no choice."

The offline murmured.

He was originally a resident of Dandelion City near Zhongzhou City, and his occupation was a law-abiding driver. Until the epidemic controlled by Zhao Wenhe appeared, his parents died of illness, his wife was shot to death, and all his friends and relatives around him After leaving, mobs and riots flooded everything in the world he lived in. For this reason, he could only risk his life and walk a long distance of hundreds of miles to Zhongzhou City to seek a way out.

A way out was found, and the federal government accepted them, but what about the future?

When I was offline in the disaster-stricken area, I kept thinking about my future, and I kept thinking about what else I could do when I got out of the disaster-stricken area.

The thought process is depressing.

Offline home has been smashed.

Savings, family property, and parents are gone. He is a middle-aged man who has nothing but driving skills. Will he have to do odd jobs everywhere in the future in order to make a living and live a life of hunger and fullness?

And then die on a normal day with no work in winter?

The offline doesn't want this, he doesn't want his future to be in a cycle of poverty and cold, struggling to survive.

For this reason, the solicitation of the Mira Sect is his only hope.

The hope that he can live well and comfortably in the future.

For this reason, he has no choice, he can only avenge his kindness and rely on Su Xiaowan to win him a future.

So how could Zhou Yan blame himself for this?

If it were someone else, would there be someone who would not choose their own choice?

Everyone knows how to choose between a bright future and a future full of hunger and cold!

Zhou Yanman said indifferently.

"You really don't have a choice."

Zhou Yan understands that when a hope appears in front of a hopeless person, that person will seize this hope at all costs, even if he sells his soul.

The eyes of the offline were full of hope. He felt that Zhou Yan was touched by his words, and he might survive.

Zhou Yan changed his tone.

"But there's no choice that doesn't conflict with what you did wrong."

"From the moment you do something bad, whether you have a choice or not, you should be clear."

Zhou Yan grinned and smiled ferociously.

"Those who come out to mess around will have to pay back."

A gust of cold air rose from the tailbone below the line, extending all the way to the back, neck, and top of the head, and then the hair was taut to stand on end.

In the next few hours, I went offline and had the most painful night of my life.

Chapter 18 Party

At nine o'clock in the evening, on the outskirts of Zhongzhou City.

A blue luxury car drove halfway to the accident point, and then a priest wearing the senior priest's robe of the Mira Sect came down.

After the senior pastor got out of the car, he first looked at the policemen surrounding the accident site, and then at the car at the accident site. The car did not roll over or overturned. The whole car still had six tires on the ground, but the front of the car was already on the ground. Severe deformation, especially in the center of the front of the car, a huge vertical depression conspicuously told everyone the reason for the car accident.

There was also blood continuously left from the car door, staining the ground a little bright red.

The senior pastor walked up to the big truck that was involved in the accident. A policeman who was recording turned his head and looked at the senior pastor.

The senior pastor smiled politely.

"This car belonged to our Miro sect, and the deceased should be the priest of our sect."

The policeman turned sideways and pointed at the three pastors behind the vehicle who were run over by the vehicle because they fell to the ground, causing them to lose their nerves.

"Go and see if those three belong to your family."

The senior pastor went to the back, came back half a minute later, and said sadly.

"Yes, they are all priests of our sect."

The policeman said casually.

"The car accident seems to be caused by force majeure. Your pastor's skills are not good enough, which led to such a tragic death."

A policewoman next to her echoed.

"Driving so fast at night is really courting death."

The complexion of the senior pastor changed several times.

There is not even a big tree on the road in the suburbs, but the front of the car was dented by it. Even a fool can see that the car accident is abnormal. The senior pastor can imagine that there is an awakened person or a steel pillar in his big pickup truck In front of him, his own car crashed into the current scene.

But this is Zhongzhou City, there is no video recording on the roads in the suburbs, and there are no witnesses around. Coupled with the current turbulent environment, the murderer still looks like an awakened person.

The police don't care.

A policeman with the highest rank came up and took out a signature list to the senior pastor.

"Sir, our police have confirmed that this car accident was purely accidental. If you have no comments or suggestions, please enter this 'Investigation Responsibility Form'."

The senior pastor glanced at the "Investigation Responsibility Form", which contained the clauses that the police of the police station investigated and clarified the responsibilities of all parties, the responsibilities of all parties were recognized, and the clauses that the responsibilities of all parties would not be pursued in the future.

In short, everyone can see that this matter is wrong, but the police just don't want to care about it, just let it go hastily.

The senior pastor sneered inwardly.

This group of wine bags and rice bags!

If it were in Indy State, with the status of a senior priest, the police chief would kneel and kiss his toes when he came over, but Zhongzhou City is not Indy State, and these policemen have no affiliation with the senior priest.

The senior pastor suppressed the discomfort in his heart and signed the "responsibility questionnaire".

The policemen walked away very satisfied, and then began to deal with the dead and the big pickup truck that had been in a car accident.

The senior pastor took a few glances at these policemen, and remembered all the names and faces of these policemen in his heart. He swore that when his own Miracle religion became popular all over the country, and the upper and lower houses of Congress were all believers of his own sect, he would He will personally go to these irresponsible police officers and ask them to kneel down and lick his shoes.

It doesn't matter if the others are dead. The noble Mira priests are all dead, and they don't care about it. It's simply blasphemy.

The senior pastor returned to his luxury car, and then drove to the disaster-stricken area where his sect preached.

The victims' area soon arrived. After paying the money to the military guard at the gate, the senior pastor parked his car aside, got out of the car and walked into the victims' area.

The disaster-stricken area was not as lively as before. Shortly after the senior pastor walked in, he saw a large crowd gathered together, and then a few soldiers came out with a few heads and several body bags.

A group of disaster victims whispered in fear.

"Didn't that guy Yang Fei say that he's connected to the priest of Mirao?"

"Tell me, is it the revenge of the little fox fairy?"

"Didn't the priest of the Mira sect guarantee that the little fox fairy has eliminated the harm?"

"You know what a fart, this magic stick of the Mira Sect says it's powerful, but in fact it's not very good. You see, if this little fox fairy takes revenge, he'll die."

"Then what do we do?"

"Talk to the army now, will they care?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Apart from collecting the corpses, when did the army and the police care about how many people died?"

Many people thought that they had participated in the siege and suppression of the little fox fairy before, and some people had thrown stones at the little fox fairy, and they felt uneasy. In addition, the local army has begun to relax control, and they are afraid that if they ask the army for help, the army will He will only ignore the call for help.

After all, life belongs to oneself, hatred belongs to the victims, and the army is too lazy to control whether the victims die or not.

Again, the army of the United States of Eastern Xia was not born to serve the people and protect the citizens. The conflict between the army of the United States of Eastern Xia and the people was deep enough that when the army entered the disaster area, it was fully armed, and even drove in tanks. Once it is found that something is wrong, it is also allowed to directly kill the victims in pieces.

Therefore, the victims do not think that the army can guarantee their safety.

After listening to the gossip for a while, the senior pastor had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

He knew about his pastor applying for high-level magic tools and fairy medicine from Su Bijun, and he didn't see the little fox's body in the pickup truck before, probably his own priest caught the little fox fairy. Then he was retaliated by the little fox's accomplices.

The disaster victims transported out just now should be the downlines of his own sect developed in the disaster-stricken area, and the little fox fairy's followers are powerful enough to even dig out his own downlines.

The senior pastor went to a corner, hid himself, and then dialed the phone number of his own saint, Su Bijun.

"Saint, Wang Qutong is dead..."

The senior pastor said everything he saw and learned.

"...The specific thing is like this. Wang Qu and that guy should have encountered some difficulties when they were preaching. Do we need to pass it on?"

"What are you afraid of..."

Su Bijun's tone on the phone was full of indifference.

"Continue to spread, these disaster victims have completely offended Little Fox Immortal, they can only turn to us, this time find a few more priests to stabilize these disaster victims, if it really doesn't work, I will help."

The stone in the senior pastor's heart went down.

The magic stick walked in front of the people who were disturbed by the death of Yang Fei and others, and said loudly.

"Everyone, I'm the priest of the Mira sect who came over after hearing everyone's panic."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the magic stick, and the senior pastor showed a smile that seemed to be divine.

"Fox demons do evil and ravage the people. It doesn't matter if the government doesn't care, and the army doesn't care about normality, but we believers of the Mira Sect."

The senior priest clenched his fists to his chest.