Throwing a steel coil at supersonic speed with one hand, you let me travel through the heavens!

Wei Qingzhou slammed on the brakes.

"Rustle"

Two people emerged from the roadside bushes; one held a compound bow with the arrowhead aimed at the driver's side window, while the other held a fire axe in both hands.

They looked tense, wearing outdoor windbreakers and face masks covering their faces, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes with deep-set eye sockets. They were pale, thin, and in very poor spirits.

"get off!"

One of them shouted in a hoarse voice.

Wei Qingzhou, of course, did not get out of the car.

He was sitting in the car, which gave him a geographical advantage. Why should he get off whenever he wanted?

If you get off the bus, you'll be at a disadvantage before the actual confrontation even begins.

Wei Qingzhou rolled down the car window a crack less than two fingers wide, turned his head and said, "I am not an evil spirit, nor have I lost my mind. I can communicate normally."

He finished speaking.

He was also on high alert, and if there was any unusual activity, he wouldn't mind striking first and giving the other party two solid small steel coils.

Although the small steel coil weighs only a few kilograms, when it hits at the speed of sound, it will cause far more than just a bump on an ordinary person's flesh and blood.

"He doesn't seem to have become corrupted."

Are there any survivors outside?

The two men exchanged a glance, and one of them took half a step forward, peering through the window to get a clear look at Wei Qingzhou's face.

In an instant, his expression changed!

First came shock, then confusion, and finally, she grabbed her companion's arm, her voice trembling with surprise, and exclaimed, "It's so similar, it's uncanny!"

"It's exactly the same as the photo the saint showed us!"

"If you calculate the time, it's exactly a little over a month..."

"Has the saint's prophecy come true again? No, no, the saint's prophecies have never failed!"

The two whispered a few words to each other, and one of them suddenly put down the composite bow, stepped forward, and unconsciously adopted a respectful tone: "You...please wait a moment, I'll go find the Holy Maiden."

After saying that, he turned and ran, sprinting at full speed, stumbling and disappearing at the end of the green area.

The person who remained stood respectfully to the side, feeling both nervous and flustered, unsure of what to do with his hands. Finally, he pressed them against his trouser seam and secretly glanced at Wei Qingzhou in the car out of the corner of his eye.

The boy was wearing a set of expensive, top-of-the-line motorcycle armor, matte black in color, with excellent workmanship, cool and stylish, and the materials used looked extraordinary.

There was actually another tight-fitting stab-proof vest underneath.

What clothes you wear is secondary; the most important thing is that your spirit and energy are completely different!

In the apocalypse invaded by evil gods, mental pollution is everywhere, causing people's sanity to plummet.

Even with ample resources, it's difficult to cultivate a good spirit.

Therefore, one can judge a person's SAN value by observing their mental state.

In contrast, the handsome young man, sitting in the car, had bright eyes, was full of energy, and exuded the vigorous spirit that young people should have!

These survivors all had bloodshot eyes, prominent cheekbones, and sallow, emaciated faces.

Are you hungry?

Yes and no!

Actually, the "Survivor Camp" has no shortage of supplies, but sanity affects a person's appetite. Once the sanity is too low, it is impossible to eat.

If you can't eat or sleep well, how can you possibly feel good?

Wei Qingzhou didn't notice the survivors secretly observing him; he was quite curious about the saintess they were talking about.

"A saintess?"

"Could it be Yang Xi?"

"According to the description in the black notebook, Yang Xi seems to have had a pretty miserable life. When 'my future self' found her, she seemed to be the only survivor left in the entire villa area. But now, she seems to have not only become a saintess, but also saved many people."

"Could my words have caused such a dramatic change in my destiny?!"

The answer was quickly revealed.

A short while later, a group of people walked over from the villa complex in the green area.

Seven or eight people surrounded a beautiful young woman dressed in a black, gold-embroidered horse-face skirt and carrying a composite bow, as she walked quickly toward them.

The girl's hair was tied into a neat high ponytail. Although her face was still a little pale, her eyes were bright, her complexion was fair, and there were no signs of any abnormality. She also had good energy and spirit.

"Yang Xi!"

Wei Qingzhou pushed open the car door and stepped out.

"iceberg--"

Yang Xi saw his face clearly, and her walking turned into a jog, and then a sprint.

Before anyone could stop her, she pushed through the crowd and crashed into Wei Qingzhou's arms, clutching the back of his shirt tightly with both hands. She buried her face in his chest and cried out in a tearful voice, "You've finally come to find me!"

Wei Qingzhou's hands were suspended in mid-air, unsure whether to put them down or hold them, his whole body stiff as a telephone pole.

"Yang...Xi..."

He looked down at the top of Yang Xi's head and noticed that the girl's originally permed and dyed blonde hair had grown black roots.

He then looked up at the crowd that had followed him.

Everyone immediately knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground, and kowtowed, shouting, "Greetings, Leader of the Steel Scroll Cult!!"

"Welcome back, Steel Curl Master!!!"

"ah?!"

The boy was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

Steel coil teaching?

Bishop?

Wei Qingzhou was filled with doubts, but now was not the time to ask them.

He gently lowered his arm and patted the girl in his arms.

The girl snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing red. Realizing she had lost her composure, she quickly pulled away from the boy's embrace, put her slender, white fingers to her lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

The boy nodded in tacit agreement, indicating that he understood.

Immediately, Yang Xi turned around, the blush on her face still lingering, but her aura had completely changed.

"Ahem!"

She cleared her throat, straightened her posture, and with the composite bow behind her and her neat horse-face skirt, she exuded a heroic and valiant air, quite like the daughter of a military general: "The leader has returned from his descent from the heavens and is tired from his journey, so he needs to rest. You all should go about your duties."

The Celestial Realm...returns!?

Two exclamation marks and a question mark appeared above the boy's head. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl's slender back.

Of course, he didn't use his ability to "make anyone pregnant just by glaring at them".

The girl turned around and winked playfully at the boy.

Wei Qingzhou quickly cooperated, nodding and waving his hand: "The Holy Maiden understands my intentions, you may all go."

The believers kowtowed again before standing up, their expressions respectful, and then turned and left.

Seeing them leave, Wei Qingzhou's expression hardened slightly.

He could sense that these people were not faking it, not in a drill, but were truly his followers, each one hiding fanaticism beneath their respect.

"them……"

"Shh, let's go back first and talk about it then."

"..."

Ok.

In fact, Wei Qingzhou wanted to get the information right now, but he couldn't rush things, and since Yang Xi seemed to be in good condition, he had no choice but to wait a little longer.

"This way, Master. Your Holy Maiden will take you back to rest."

The girl was in an exceptionally good mood, as cheerful as a lark, and led the way for Wei Qingzhou.

They arrived at a detached villa.

Upon entering, one is greeted by a high-ceilinged living room, decorated in a low-key yet luxurious style. A middle-aged couple, looking exhausted, were sitting on the sofa. When they saw Wei Qingzhou enter, they both stood up.

Mr. Yang sized Wei Qingzhou up and down, his brows furrowed, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "This is the blond-haired scoundrel who tried to kidnap my precious daughter?"