Fang Zong knew that these shikigami, to put it bluntly, were neither demons nor ghosts.
They are not as cute as they are in the game; instead, they are enslaved by the Onmyoji, making them a very pitiful existence.
No question, let's go head-to-head!
Fang Zong swung his sword directly, but heard a furious roar full of hatred. He then turned his sword and slashed at Yasuo, who had become a ghost.
You're really lucky, you became a ghost?
No! It was because of the deep hatred and strong obsession with me that it resisted the process of becoming a ghost and forcibly transformed into a spirit ghost?
As Fang Zong thought to himself, his sword strikes were like a meteor falling to the ground.
It doesn't matter what it becomes.
Since you've become a ghost, I'll kill you one more time!
Anger burned in his chest, and Fang Zong no longer distinguished who was under his blade.
Kill you? Or kill the governor of Beichi?
The only difference is whether it's listed at the beginning or the end!
"Fang Zong!"
"You Chinese junior!"
Two loud roars reached Fang Zong's ears.
One is Yasuo who has become a spirit ghost, and the other is, naturally, Beichi Shou, a second-level mage.
"You Chinese junior, my son Yasuo has become a spirit ghost and broken through to the magic level. Today, only you will die, not me!"
Kitachi no Kami was particularly smug and even started talking during the battle.
Yes, there's no need to be nervous.
Two against one, what are they nervous about?
Fang Zong: ...Yasuo is now at the Sorcerer level?
I honestly didn't see that coming!
Fang Zong thought to himself: An old hand is an old hand; Bei Chi Shou's eyesight is impeccable.
That sentence almost made me burst out laughing.
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Thank you all for your concern, but I'll try to finish writing as soon as possible. If I don't finish the Japanese storyline quickly, I'm afraid I might lose control and stray from the main plot, and then I'll sink.
My grandfather completed the Long March, a young boy carrying a heavy burden of guilt and old wounds as he passed through his hometown on his way to the Yalu River. Just imagine, his wife waited for him for over eight years, struggling to raise their child in that era. I can't even imagine what emotions my grandfather must have felt when he decided to leave everything behind and stay in his hometown.
I heard that when I was born, my dad took me straight from the hospital. My grandpa was holding on at home, waiting for me. It was because of a recurrence of an old shrapnel wound in his body. He was holding on to see me. Then I went in, but before I could even enter the inner room, he passed away, so I didn't get to see him.
Then, my grandmother, who didn't have military dependent status, liked to tell me stories about my grandfather while holding several boxes of military medals. Later, she tried to get military dependent status again, but the medals didn't work. They even turned white and were stolen by a local thug who sold them for copper and silver.
I've said too much, it seems like I'm wasting everyone's money, so I'll stop here for now. I'll add more of the main text in other chapters later. Don't worry, I still have my professional ethics.
I dare not be dishonest, for I fear disgracing my ancestors, the old soldiers.
By the way, let's advocate boycotting Japanese goods. In peacetime, a moderate boycott is fine; don't go overboard. But in times of war...
May there be no war on Earth. If there is, even if the frog is seventy or eighty years old, as long as it stops updating, it will definitely be off to Japan to have fun.
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