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

After a long time, the younger brothers who went out came back from different places. Those who can bring back banknotes when they return are considered lucky. Those who can bring back luxury goods are rewarded. The worst thing is that they can only take some rice cookers and portable air conditioners. Cheap furniture such as thieves must not go empty.

But when the last subordinate came out, everyone was shocked.

The last person who came back brought a beautiful and elegant exiled immortal who brought the whole environment with immortal air.

Everyone stared blankly at this beauty.

This brought out the beauty's subordinates to say loudly.

"This, this guy, I, I found in the basement, I, I happen to have no wife."

His hands hugged the beauty's slender waist.

"I, I want to take her home, she will be my wife from now on."

People around looked at each other, but no one spoke.

The last one of his subordinates put his arms around the beauty's waist and went to his car seat.

The vehicles started to go to another city, because they were afraid that some living people in the city would hunt them down, so the convoy from another country went to the suburbs, and only then began to set up tents to prepare for rest.

During this break, the last man entered his tent with the beauty in his arms.

After a while, the tent began to shake violently.

Many people outside the tent looked at the tent with unspeakable jealousy on their faces.

Half an hour later, the zipper door of the tent was opened, the whole body was sweating profusely, and a few strands of hair were still hanging on the face due to the light sweat, but the more charming Banished Immortal walked to a corner of the outskirts of the woods.

It's nothing out of the ordinary, it could be about peeing or a tuba.

But it was nothing to the beauty. Several team members looked at each other, sneaked away, and went around the road to the place where the beauty went to the bathroom.

After a while, the more charming beauty came back, it seemed that the beauty didn't know the way, and went to a tent that was not the last one under her, and lay down in it.

The owner of the tent took a look with a few friends and sneaked into the tent.

After a while, the tent shook.

After a while, the beauty came out of the tent in disheveled clothes, and the bearded man sitting by the campfire couldn't help it anymore.

"What are you doing with those trash!"

The bearded man came over and put his arms around the beauty's shoulders.

"I'm the real man, come with me."

The bearded man went to his tent with the beauty in his arms.

The last three members of the convoy looked at each other, and one of them looked at the tent where the beauty had just stepped out, and said doubtfully.

"What the hell are Lao Zhao and the others doing? Why don't they come out after playing enough?"

Another person said jealously.

"I want it too, damn it, if I knew I would go with it."

The last one was happy.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you have the guts..."

"Slah..."

The bearded tent was zippered open, and an even more disheveled beauty came out. The beauty gave the last three people a suggestive look, and then walked into an empty tent.

In the end, the three of them looked at each other, and finally walked into the tent together.

……

Yingchun Prefecture, Xialan City.

In a building in the city center.

A group of survivors hid on the fifth floor of the building, and the leader was a middle-aged man who hugged his child and sobbed softly.

His child had already had a fever for five days. Due to lack of food and medicine, as expected, he stopped breathing today and closed his eyes in the arms of the middle-aged man.

Amid the crying of the middle-aged man, several people around turned their eyes, and there was instinctive desire in their eyes.

The middle-aged man sensed the gaze of his surroundings and raised his head to meet the eyes of those around him.

In the past few days, a group of violent madmen came out of Xialan City. They killed everyone they saw. Several of the friends of the middle-aged people were killed. The rest did not dare to go out to find food. Everyone had been hungry for several days.

Now when I see any meat, I have an instinctive desire.

The middle-aged man hugged his child's body and roared angrily.

"You are crazy, we are human beings!"

The people around turned their heads, not daring to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man continued to cry with his child in his arms. Apart from the death of his child, and the fact that he felt hungry after seeing the hungry eyes of his friends just now, he even wanted to eat his own child to fill his stomach. After all, he hadn't eaten for a few days.

This is wrong, you have to be a human being.

The middle-aged man decided that he would go out to look for food at dawn. Even if he died at the hands of a murderer who suddenly appeared, it would be better than turning into a ghost who ate his own child.

"Eh? There is light!"

A person suddenly shouted.

The others, who were already too bored, raised their heads and looked in the direction pointed by the person who spoke.

That direction is a side of floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the street below through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the survivors can see an old monk with a white beard, whose whole body is like a light bulb, walking on the street, the light of the old monk is very bright, milky white The light illuminates a small half of the street.

In the darkness, the old monk was simply the only protagonist. After seeing it, others could not wait to focus their attention on him.

It may be that the sense of protagonist is too strong. After a while, several people with weapons and human skin masks came out from all corners of the street.

Everyone hiding in the building knew these guys, and it was these guys who killed people everywhere in the city, forcing this group of people to dare not go out to find food.

The murderer slowly leaned towards the glowing old monk. The old monk walked to the middle of the street and did not leave, allowing the murderer with a weapon to walk within three meters of him. Then a miracle happened. The demons who enjoyed the pleasure of hunting suddenly sat cross-legged with their knees completely.

The glowing old monk whispered.

"Amitabha."

The murderers who sat cross-legged closed their eyes, folded their hands together, and echoed respectfully.

"Amitabha."

The killers stopped moving.

The old monk raised his head slowly, and the survivors hiding in the building clearly saw the old monk's gentle and compassionate eyes, as if they wanted to embrace the whole world.

The survivors warmed up all over, and their hungry and thirsty stomachs were relieved, as if they were full of delicious food.

In particular, the father of the child who had just died felt a little more comfortable, and a small hand stretched out from the father's arms. The father looked down and saw that the child who had just lost his breath opened his eyes again, and whispered mumbling.

"Dad, I'm hungry..."

"All beings are suffering..."

A voice rang in his father's ears, and another light hit his face. His father looked up in surprise. He found that he was no longer on a certain floor of the previous building, but in the living room of his own home. He was still sitting in the living room On the sofa, the child grabbed his hand and said pitifully.

"I'm hungry."

"Hungry? Didn't you just have dinner?"

The mother of the child who had been killed by the mob came out of the kitchen, frowning in front of her husband.

"It must be that you don't eat vegetables! You child, you like to eat meat..."

The child's mother looked at the child's father again.

"It's you who spoiled our children like this."

The child's father opened his mouth slightly, then quickly closed it again.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as you like it.

……

Inside the building, all the survivors sat cross-legged, clasped their hands together, and prayed. Everyone had a smile on their faces, as if they had thought of something wonderful.

Outside the building, the old monk, who was looking at the survivors in the building, withdrew his gaze from all sentient beings, and continued to walk forward. He didn't look up until he met someone, and then walked around.

When the sky was bright, the old monk walked out of Xialan City.

……

Dongyangju, Namun City.

Zhou Yan took a plane to the city hall.

Zhou Yan stayed in Zhongzhou City for two days, and returned to Luomen City after his body was almost 70% in full strength.

As Zhou Yan expected, the internal circulation in Luomen City has already started, and Wei Youde and his gang have even skillfully placed FBI agents among the victims as representatives of public opinion. Under the control of Wei Youde and others, nothing major happened in the few days he left.

Zhou Yan went to the port of Luomen City after patrolling the disaster-stricken area, ready to see if there was anything he could do to help, but as soon as he arrived at the port, Assistant Wei Youde rushed to Zhou Yan who was preparing to dismantle the cargo beside a ship .

"Mr. Zhou, you are finally here."

The assistant gasped.

Zhou Yan was puzzled.

"What's the matter if I'm here? Is there anything you need me to solve?"

The assistant nodded.

"Member, someone is looking for you. They say they are Wang Haidong's colleagues."

Wang Haidong is a detective sent by Zhou Yan to investigate Lingshan.

Zhou Yan understood.

"Where are they, I'll go see them."

"They were waiting in the reception room of the municipal government. They have been here for a day. We heard that they belong to Mr. Zhou, and we did not treat them badly in the three-board accommodation."

The assistant boasted.

"Yeah, well done."

Zhou Yan turned into a gust of wind and rushed to the reception room of the city hall.

There were three ordinary-looking overweight men sitting in the reception room, the fattest man saw Zhou Yan coming in, and hurriedly got up and said.