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

Zhou Yan was somewhat confused. Bai Ze, as an ancient divine beast, was an all-knowing and nearly omniscient being. Why was it that after he awakened the ability to gossip, he had no combat power whatsoever?

Zhou Yan had heard that some low-level demon beasts had awakened their bloodlines and could control fire, water, and create wind blades. There was no reason for Bai Ze to be weaker than these demon beasts, right?

If I had just one combat skill, why would I be so hesitant now?

This painted-skin demon dares to attack me; I'll just confront it directly.

"Ding! Ring! Ring!"

Zhou Yan hesitated for the entire class period before the bell rang on time. The teacher, having finished the lesson, packed up the textbooks, left the homework, and left the classroom.

Half the students in the classroom immediately started chattering, talking about yesterday's TV series, games, and what to eat for lunch, creating a vibrant atmosphere full of youthful energy.

The demon disguised as Han Yuting also stood up and glanced around the classroom.

Zhou Yan lowered his head, took out the math textbook for the next class, and pretended to be preparing diligently.

"Tap...tap...tap..."

Footsteps approached from afar. In a classroom full of people, footsteps from all directions are not unusual, but when the footsteps stopped in front of Zhou Yan and did not move, that was not normal.

A shadow fell over Zhou Yan, who looked up with a tense expression.

The scene I least wanted to see has appeared.

The demon in disguise stood before her, looking down at her. The shadow covered Han Yuting's beautiful face, making her face half sunlight and half shadow, creating a strange and profound feeling.

The classroom, usually filled with the cheerful sounds of students discussing, suddenly became somber.

Zhou Yan asked calmly.

"what happened?"

Han Yuting pointed towards the classroom door.

"Zhou Yan, right? I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

The veins on the back of Zhou Yan's left hand were bulging.

Han Yuting's tone turned cold.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Come with me, get out!"

Zhou Yan stood up and followed Han Yuting toward the classroom door.

Zhou Yan made a decision: if Han Yuting dared to take him to a secluded place, he would run away beforehand and call the police.

At worst, I'll just reveal my identity as Bai Ze; my life is the most important thing.

The two walked out of the classroom. They hadn't gone more than a few steps when the demon suddenly turned around and shoved Zhou Yan on the shoulder.

Zhou Yan bumped into the wall of the corridor outside the classroom.

The demon with the painted skin placed one hand on the left side of Zhou Yan's head, approaching him in a "wall slam" motion.

Zhou Yan watched as Han Yuting's beautiful face drew ever closer, stopping only when it was about thirty centimeters away.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhou Yan's gaze was calm, while Han Yuting's eyes were sharp.

Zhou Yan could even feel the warmth of Han Yuting's breath.

Han Yuting stared straight at Zhou Yan, while Zhou Yan stared at the skin on Han Yuting's face. The young man was a little afraid that the woman's face would suddenly split open, revealing jagged teeth covered in foul-smelling saliva, and then she would swallow his head whole.

None of this happened. Just a minute later, the demon removed his hand from the side of Zhou Yan's head and pointed to the classroom.

"you can go now."

Zhou Yan glanced at Han Yuting with a puzzled look, then walked into the classroom.

Han Yuting followed Zhou Yan into the classroom.

Zhou Yan returned to his seat. Han Yuting, that sly demon, walked past Zhou Yan and went to the seat next to him, next to a thin man wearing glasses.

Han Yuting stood in front of the thin man, looking down at him with an air of superiority, just as she had done before.

A classmate next to Zhou Yan whispered.

"Han Yuting is going to bully He Tao again."

He Tao's father was a scrap collector, and his academic performance was poor. In addition, he was weak-willed, which made him a constant target of the upper echelons of the food chain in his class.

There was more than one high-ranking person involved. The most shrewd man in the class, as well as the class leader Han Yuting, had all bullied He Tao.

The student at the table in front of Zhou Yan turned around and said something.

"Did Han Yuting try to bully you when she pulled you out earlier?"

Zhou Yan sneered.

"She dares!"

After a pause, Zhou Yan stood up, walked out of the classroom, and took out his phone at a quiet corner on the stairs.

Although I didn't want to offend an awakened being, the abilities of this painted-skin demon were too terrifying.

Zhou Yan used a VoIP call to dial the landline of the Second Security Bureau.

"Hello, is this the Second Security Bureau?"

"I want to report that there is a hidden Awakened One inside XX High School..."

Three minutes later, Zhou Yan hung up the phone and went back to his classroom.

On my way back to my seat, two classmates were chatting and laughing.

"Han Yuting took He Tao out again. Guess what will happen?"

"What else can we do? Make He Tao drink toilet water by pressing his head down."

"Will you eat shit?"

"I think taking nude photos makes more sense."

Zhou Yan stopped beside his seat and turned to look at his deskmate a few seconds later.

"Han Yuting took He Tao out?"

My deskmate said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, he'll be back after a beating."

Give him a beating...

Will he be able to come back?

Bullshit! Han Yuting is a demon in disguise!

In Zhou Yan's mind, there was an image of the Painted Skin Demon peeling off He Tao's human skin and putting it on himself.

The young man rushed out of the classroom.

No matter what He Tao is or who he is, this is a life, a living human life!

Chapter Five: Despair

Zhou Yan ran out of the classroom. Several students in school uniforms were walking around outside, but there was no trace of He Tao or the Painted Skin Demon.

Zhou Yan looked around, then looked down at the ground.

There are many footprints on the ground.

As Zhou Yan pondered the origin of these footprints, the omniscient Bai Ze talent responded.

Dozens of names appeared next to the footprints that were still clearly visible on the ground. Zhou Yan saw He Tao's name next to a patch of yellow earth. This name led forward, all the way up the stairs.

The floor above contains teachers' offices and some empty classrooms. Zhou Yan often goes upstairs to look for toilets when he can't find one on his own floor, because there are hardly any students there, so the toilets are usually empty.

In other words, on the floor above, as long as you are careful, you will generally not be found to have any problems.

Lin Wanwan led He Tao upstairs...

Oh shit!

Zhou Yan went upstairs, while touching the utility knife in his pocket. This utility knife was for art class and was the only self-defense weapon Zhou Yan could currently take out.

I hope I won't need this thing.

Zhou Yan was halfway up the stairs when the burly physical education teacher came down and nodded to him.

Zhou Yan's eyes darted around, and he quickly said.

"Teacher, I need your help with something."

The teacher, who was about to go to class, glanced at Zhou Yan and said in surprise.

"what's up?"

You should know that in schools, it's usually the students who are recruited to do men's work, and this is the first time Zhou Yan has pulled them into doing things like this.

Zhou Yan pointed upstairs.

"I forgot something up here, teacher, can you come with me?"

The PE teacher looked completely puzzled.

Is this thing heavy? Can't you lift it?

Zhou Yan nodded vigorously.

"Yes, it's very heavy. I'm afraid I'll break it by myself."

Most of the students in the class were out of breath and exhausted after running a few hundred meters. Zhou Yan felt that they would definitely hold him back if he took them to catch the Painted Skin Demon. The PE teacher was different. He was a retired soldier, strong and experienced. Taking him would greatly increase their chances of success.

The PE teacher shrugged.

"Okay, okay, what can I do? I'm a teacher."

Zhou Yan bypassed the PE teacher and went upstairs. He Tao's footprints in his eyes stretched all the way up to the first floor corridor. Zhou Yan kept his head down and hurried along the corridor outside the empty classroom, arriving at a classroom with its door half-open.

He Tao and Lin Wanwan's footprints disappeared behind the classroom door.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath and then shouted loudly.

"Teacher, this is where I put my things."

The physical education teacher, who was standing right behind Zhou Yan, responded.

"Oh, I'm here, I'm here."

Zhou Yan licked his lips, mustered all his vigilance, and then pushed the door open.

The door creaked open.

The stench of blood wafted out from the crack in the open door, and Zhou Yan frowned instantly.

Is the painted-skin demon starting to kill people?

The door was half open, and the scene behind it surprised Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan originally thought that the bloody smell coming from inside the door meant that the demon had peeled off He Tao's human skin, but the scene behind the door was He Tao, the man who had always been submissive, weak and incompetent, holding a 15-centimeter-long fruit knife. In front of He Tao, Lin Wanwan, who should have been the demon, was lying against the wall, clutching her lower abdomen with one hand. Blood kept gushing from the wound in her lower abdomen, staining the ground red.

After the initial surprise, Zhou Yan immediately suspected that the plan to summon the painted skin demon had succeeded, and that He Tao, who was now holding the knife, was the painted skin demon.

However, when Zhou Yan looked at He Tao, the name next to He Tao was still He Tao.

When he turned to look at Lin Wanwan, who was bleeding profusely, her name was still Lin Wanwan.

Zhou Yan was stunned.

Did Lin Wanwan fail to successfully change her appearance?

This was supposed to be a demon in disguise, but it was defeated by He Tao, a weak classmate.

Holy crap!

The PE teacher behind Zhou Zheng suddenly shouted.

The man, a former soldier, stared in horror at Lin Wanwan, who had stained the ground red, then turned to look at He Tao, who was holding a fruit knife.

He Tao trembled a few times, his face filled with fear.

"No, no!"

The PE teacher immediately stretched out his hand and made a one-handed stop gesture.