Chapter 1: Failed to survive, widowed wife
Taichu calendar, year Wuyin in Heaven: The three religions ended their war and jointly established Heaven!
Xuanqiong calendar, year Gengshen in Heaven: Buddhists designed, golden cicada descended to the earth!
Tianshu calendar, year Zimao in Heaven: Tianshu collapsed, spiritual energy dissipated!
Mofa calendar, year Jiachen in Heaven:
That is now 2024 AD.
Tens of thousands of meters high.
Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled.
Countless thunderbolts struck Fang Zuo.
"Why is it never ending?"
"Didn't the ancient book of our sect say that the thunder tribulation lasted for an hour?"
"This has been going on all night."
"The God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning listen to my command, and act immediately!"
"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, retreat before me, huh!"
Fang made some hand gestures with his left hand and shouted loudly.
A bolt of lightning as thick and long as the financial center of Shanghai.
As if hearing a call, he struck Fang Zuo hard.
Oh my god, just wait.
Fang Zuo's body was broken, and his pale Nascent Soul escaped and fell straight towards the island country in the east.
In a basement in Shibuya, Tokyo.
There were dozens of white candles placed around the dim basement.
The white walls were stained with many splatters of blood.
As the candles swayed gently, the two figures also swayed strangely.
"Tatsume, Oda-kun."
A beautiful, plump woman was hung naked from the ceiling.
Her long black hair hung to the ground, stained with blood.
The hemp rope sank deeply into the fair and plump skin.
Beneath the beautiful woman's body was a five-pointed star magic circle carved in blood.
In the center of the five-pointed star magic circle, a young man in a security uniform was lying there with a pale face, having just died.
The wound on the stomach was still bleeding.
A middle-aged man knelt in front of the five-pointed star, breathing heavily with a ferocious look on his face.
In his right hand was a long, thin dagger, dripping with blood.
His scarlet left hand was placed on an old, worn black Bible, praying devoutly.
"Ah. Damn. That. Smash."
"Lord, your servant, I ask for your coming."
The basement was suddenly filled with black fog.
The five-star array emitted a black light, slowly devouring the dead young man.
A huge horn engraved with runes slowly rose from the five-star array.
The five-star array's light is changing and shifting, with an additional corner.
Next is the huge shogunate warrior's helmet.
Then there was a blurred face and a pair of blood-red eyes.
"What?"
The beautiful woman who was hanging there struggled slightly to raise her head, a look of shock on her delicate face.
The middle-aged man's eyes glowed with passion, and he shouted excitedly:
"Master, is that you? You are finally back. Please lead the Oda family to revival."
The warrior demon in the hexagonal star has revealed his burly warrior body.
Two huge black hands stretched out and supported the ground on both sides.
Shaking its horns madly.
"Not enough. Not enough."
"Blood, my name is Nobunaga, the Sixth Heavenly Demon, and I need more blood."
The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes as dark as holes, looking at the hanging beautiful woman.
He stood up slowly, holding the dagger in his backhand, muttering to himself.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, but the resurgence of the Oda family requires the blood of your noble Shiraishi family."
The beautiful woman struggled frantically and shook her body, but the ropes only made her sink deeper.
suddenly.
She seemed to have seen something incredible.
She stopped struggling, opened her mouth and looked behind the middle-aged man.
Fang Zuo drove his Nascent Soul and rushed into the room.
"Where did this demon come from? How dare you touch the body that I, the Taoist priest, found with great difficulty?"
"Certainly."
A yellow talisman appeared out of nowhere and stuck on Oda Nobunaga's blurry face.
Oda Nobunaga's roaring head and dancing giant hands were frozen in the air.
"Refine."
Rays of golden light trapped the Sixth Heavenly Demon and instantly transformed it into a small fruit.
Fang Zuo opened his mouth and inhaled.
The ghost of Oda Nobunaga, a famous figure in Japanese Warring States history, was sucked into Fang Zuo's stomach.
What kind of rubbish ghost is worthy of being called the Sixth Heavenly Demon.
Fang Zuo smacked his lips.
Pure ghost, perfect for repairing the Nascent Soul.
In the basement, only the middle-aged man and the hanging beautiful woman were left.
The two of them stood there in a daze, confused about the current situation.
"My life span is about to end." Fang Zuo shouted and turned into a ray of white light.
Crash into the body of the young man lying in the hexagonal star.
"I almost lost my soul."
The young man jumped up and stood up.
Stretching his body with a pale face.
The wound in the lower abdomen healed visibly.
Instantly melt this guy's flesh and blood and reshape his own body.
First cast an illusion on yourself.
He casually cast a water purification spell to remove the blood stains on his uniform, and then Fang Zuo looked around.
The man and woman in the underground dark room stood there in a daze with their mouths wide open.
Still looking at myself stupidly.
"Si, Si, Si Guoyi." The beautiful woman's eyes widened and she murmured in shock.
Fang Zuo swung the whisk and found that there was no such thing in his hand. He smiled awkwardly and said:
"Excuse me, how do you say this in Japanese? Let me integrate my memory."
"Oh no, it should be morning now."
"Oh ha, a horse neighs. I am Xuanyanzi from Maoshan. I am honored to meet you."
The middle-aged man finally woke up and cried out, "No, Master."
He passed Fang Zuo and fell on the hexagonal star, groping in disbelief.
The floor was covered in blood and the tiles were cold to the touch.
Where is the void and the devil?
"Master? Where have you been, Master!" the middle-aged man roared.
He turned his head suddenly, and stared at Fang Zuo fiercely with two black holes: "Where is the master? Return the master to the Oda family."
"You, Fujinohara, why are you alive again? You, as a sacrifice, should lie on the ground and welcome the arrival of the master."
"Go to hell."
He pounced forward and quickly stabbed Fang Zuo with the dagger in his hand.
Fang Zuo smiled slightly.
The dagger seemed to have its own consciousness and stabbed the middle-aged man at a strange angle.
puff.
Right in the throat.
Blood gushed out.
The middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief, and his dark eye sockets finally showed some light.
"Owner."
Reluctantly, he slowly fell down.
"Just because you performed a blood sacrifice to summon the Yin Demon, I cannot tolerate you." Fang Zuo shook his head: "What's more, my current identity is Fujino, the Tokyo Exorcist Guard."
He looked up and smiled at the hanging beautiful woman.
"Madam, you should know how to tell the Tokyo Exorcist Guard later, right?"
"You don't want your husband to lose his job, do you?"
"Oh, no, the one on the ground is your husband."
Fang Zuo frowned, touched his chin and said to himself: "This is a bit difficult. Unfortunately, this body has not recovered its magic power, and I can't let you lose your memory."
After thinking for a few seconds, Fang Zuo took out his cell phone from his pocket.
Click, click.
The flash lights kept flashing.
It illuminates the dim basement brightly.
"Well, ma'am, as a police officer in the Exorcist Team, it's reasonable for me to leave some evidence of the case."
"You probably won't object."
Fang Zuo scrolled through the photos he had taken on his phone and nodded with great satisfaction: "Thank you for your cooperation."
"You don't need me to teach you what to say and what not to say."
"I guess you don't want to bring shame to the Shiraishi family."
There will be no pictures in the front, starting from Chapter 4 of VIP, there will be pictures in each chapter (end of this chapter)
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