Chapter 254 Assassination of Shiraishi Nagimitsu
Izanagi said respectfully: "Father God, I'm sorry, all of this was said by Izanami. She was almost dead and her body was in tatters. I don't know whether it is true or not."
"Absolutely impossible, they can't have come back again. I'm afraid she was besieged by the evil gods. After all, Izumo is much closer to Kyushu." The huge voice regained its composure and said, "Izanagi, let Izanami fend for herself. She made up such an excuse just to get you to save her. It's better for a woman like this to die sooner!!"
"Yes, Father God, I understand. I won't bother with her anymore." Izanagi said respectfully with resentment flashing in his eyes.
There was no response from the huge voice.
Izanagi slowly stood up and raised his head which had been bowed down. His mouthparts expanded and contracted in his constantly opening and closing jaws, and countless compound eyes flickered in his pupils.
Looking in the direction where the voice disappeared, his face showed madness and mockery: "My dearest Father God, wait, wait for me to devour your children one by one, wait for you to swallow the bitter fruit of abandoning me, and I will let you know that I am the best."
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The accommodation habits of the rich people in Kansai and Kanto in Japan are quite different . When talking about the rich areas in Tokyo, Setagaya and Chiyoda are definitely mentioned.
There are many luxury apartment properties here.
In Osaka, the largest city in Kansai, wealthy people prefer to buy villas in the suburbs of Minoh Ward.
Three Rolls-Royce Phantoms were parked in front of a luxurious villa in Minoo District.
Three men in black opened the car door and three people got out.
A bald old man in a suit, leaning on a cane, looks very old, with the ordination scar on his head clearly visible.
A woman with white hair and a blue dress, wearing a mask and her long hair draped over her face, her face could not be seen clearly, and she had a pair of extremely beautiful but lifeless eyes.
Wearing stiletto heels with a blue satin-like fabric.
The snow-white instep of her feet in the high heels and a large part of her long skirt were exposed at the back, making her back as smooth as porcelain. Her overall skin was whiter than the first snow.
Even if a speck of dust touches the skin, it will be clearly visible against the cold white contrast.
The last one was a barefoot big man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and walked down.
His huge feet were almost half a meter long, making his two-meter height seem too short.
The old man walked to the door of the three-story villa and looked up at the villa.
"What's wrong with Lord Tarobo? Is there anything unusual?" The barefoot man walked over.
The woman with white hair and blue dress also came over.
There is a layer of frost on the exquisite blue embroidered mask.
As the two of them walked, they were gradually lagging behind the old man in the suit, with him in the lead.
"Nothing. This [doctor] has a very unique hobby." The bald old man with a scar from his neck, leaning on his cane with both hands, continued to watch, smiling and shaking his head.
The old man picked up his cane and rang the doorbell at the entrance of the villa.
After a ringing of bells.
"Oh, Atagoyama Tarobo, Aoyamabo, and the beautiful Miss Yukihime, how come you all have time to come to my place?" A voice came from the intercom next to the doorbell.
"Doctor, we need your treatment." The old man with the scar of abstinence said with a smile into the intercom.
There was a sound of "Ka La".
The big iron gate of the villa opened.
The three of them strode into the villa yard.
The moment I stepped in, the whole yard became dark.
The whole scene seemed to have instantly stepped from day into night.
"Hoohoo~~"
Floating white candles lit up, the flames swaying slightly, making it look even more eerie.
In the darkness, a stream of bright blood flowed out from a distance and slowly flowed to the soles of the three people's feet.
The three of them walked along the bloodstains to the door of the villa hall.
The woman with white hair and blue skirt frowned slightly as she looked at the disgusting door.
The entire gate was made of flesh and blood.
On the dark red pile of flesh there were blood tumors of varying sizes, covered with blood vessels of varying thickness.
These swollen blood tumors tremble slightly as they expand and contract with the flow of blood in the blood vessels.
It looks absolutely disgusting.
With a squeak.
The door opened and several pieces of living flesh fell out.
The three of them walked in.
Everything in front of her made the white-haired woman feel even worse, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.
I thought that the bloody door was disgusting enough, but compared to the entire hall, it was just the tip of the iceberg.
The entire hall was covered in black and red trembling flesh.
Various connective tissues are clustered into disgusting shapes.
The surrounding walls, ceiling, even the stairs leading to the second floor, as well as the tables, chairs and furniture were all covered with bloated living flesh and blood.
It is covered with densely packed blood vessels through which blood flows.
The veins and tumors in the flesh were throbbing, as if they would burst at any time.
"Everyone, please come to my study." The voice echoed in the hall.
The side door on the left side of the living room is open.
The three of them walked on the bloody floor, bringing up thick, sticky blood, and came to the study.
The study was unexpectedly clean and there was nothing strange about it.
A handsome young man sits behind a tidy desk.
The bookcase behind is filled with books in various languages.
"Everyone, please cover your feet with the shoe covers at the door before coming in. I'm a bit of a germaphobe." The young man said with a smile.
He was wearing a gray suit vest inside and a clean white coat outside. He had his hands clasped together on the desk, supporting his chin, and was wearing a single-framed pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
He looked at the three of them politely.
The old man with the scar on his face chuckled, took out shoe covers from the basket beside him, bent down to put them on, and walked in first.
The man with half-meter-long feet looked at the small shoe covers, not knowing what to do. He scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'd better stand at the door."
The woman with white hair and blue skirt casually picked up the shoe covers, threw them on the ground, and then pulled the stilettos of her two high-heeled shoes against each other and put on the shoe covers.
"Ms. Xueji has nice feet, especially her calves. I like the lines. Are you interested in selling them to me? I only want them." The young man in a white coat used his hand as a knife to make a cut from a distance, and said, "I only want this part."
The white-haired woman known as Xue Ji felt her calves suddenly go numb and she lost consciousness as if her body was not her own.
Just when she was a little dazed and felt like she was losing her balance and about to fall, she quickly recovered.
"No sale." Xue Ji felt apprehensive.
As one of the top leaders of the demon tribe, this was the first time she had such a feeling.
This gentle, handsome young man in front of me has unfathomable strength and a smile like that of a devil.
"It's such a pity. Please think about it again, Miss Xue Ji. You can get a lot of things from me." The handsome young man took off the single-frame gold-wire lenses and wiped them with a piece of girl's face skin from the side.
A whole face peeled off.
"Tarofang won't wear the monk's robe anymore? Have you finally decided not to serve those hypocritical guys who have already left?" The handsome young man put on his single-frame gold-wire lenses again and said with a smile.
"I won't serve you anymore." Atagoyama Tarobo sat on the sofa beside him. "Since they deceived me, didn't take me away, and abandoned me here, why should I still serve them hypocritically?"
"I see that the power of incense in Tarofang is so strong. It seems that their incense has been cut off over the years." The handsome young man's eyes were flashing red.
"Since they have all left, instead of dispersing the incense, I might as well collect it for them." Atagoyama Tarobo said nonchalantly, leaning his hands on his cane.
"But your faith is not pure. It's hard to digest all the incense you've swallowed. It will only make you more bloated. On the last day, bang." The young man made an explosion gesture, took out a bottle of alcohol spray, and sprayed it all around.
"Your Excellency Doctor is right." Atagoyama Tarobo nodded: "This is also one of the reasons why I came to you, to see if there is any solution."
"There are many ways to solve this problem. Believe me, it is easy to solve. After all, you have a deep foundation in Buddhism. This is not a problem for you." The young man called the doctor smiled and said, "The problem is that you have to pay the price."
"If this is one of the reasons, then what else is there? Since the three leaders of the demon tribe are here together, it seems that this is the big deal."
"We want to buy a person's soul and need your scalpel, Doctor." Atagoyama Tarobo said happily.
"It's not easy for the three of you to kill someone." The [Doctor] took the alcohol spray and sprayed his hands again: "Is it an important person?"
"It's easy for us to want her dead, but we can't afford the retaliation of the Japanese government." Atagoyama Tarobo tapped the ground with his cane rhythmically. "After much thought, only Doctor can help us to bear the wrath of the Japanese government in your name."
"So, my big deal is here?" The [Doctor] sniffed his hand, and the strong smell of medical alcohol made him narrow his eyes: "Tell me, whose soul do you want?"
"Her name is Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and she is a representative of the Japanese Diet." Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile, "She is very famous, and the [doctor] will know it by asking around."
"No, of course I know her." The [Doctor] leaned back in his chair. "She is also something I have always wanted to collect."
"That's perfect. We want her soul and you want her body. We can cooperate." said the big-footed man outside.
"No, no, no, I just admire you. I never do anything that loses money. If I don't get paid enough, I won't do it even if I want to." The Doctor spread his hands and said, "I am not only a bit of a germaphobe, but I am also a very principled person."
"If you were a human," Xue Ji stood aside and sneered softly.
"You demon tribe cannot afford the retaliation of the Japanese government. I understand that you have children, property, and ties on this island." [Doctor] didn't care: "I can do it. I have nothing. At most, I can sacrifice this villa and go home. I just happen to be tired of staying here."
"So, what are you going to give in exchange for the soul of that beautiful congressman? The soul of a Japanese congressman, I don't believe you can come up with anything to exchange for it."
"Of course we are prepared." Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile, "We know the price of the [doctor's] treatment."
After saying that, he nodded.
Xue Ji took out a box that was engraved with hexagonal magic circles and all kinds of talismans.
Take two steps forward and put it on the desk.
[Doctor] picked up the alcohol spray and sprayed it.
Open the box slowly and then close it quickly.
Close your eyes and think for a while.
"I admit that I was moved. I don't know where you found this thing, but it is very important to me. Very important." The [Doctor] opened his eyes and sighed: "It's really hard for me to refuse. It's very difficult to refuse."
"So our contract can be completed?" said Atagoyama Tarobo.
"Of course, no problem." The [Doctor] opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment, and threw it to Atago Santarobo: "Put your fingerprint on it, and our contract will be signed."
Atagoyama Tarobo took the parchment and gently pressed his fingerprint on it.
"Very good." The [Doctor] took the parchment handed back and looked at it. "I need to remind you that I am taking on the risk of revenge from Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul and the Japanese government. This is stated in this contract."
"But if there are other unexpected risks and I need to bear them, this reward will not be enough."
"Then your business will never lose money?" Xue Ji said sneerly, "All accidents will be borne by the employer."
"Of course, otherwise why would I be called a doctor." The [Doctor] smiled and said, "All surgeries have risks. You can choose not to do it, but if you do, the risks must be borne by you. I can only bear the risks in the contract."
"No wonder your clan is the only one that betrays others. No one can plot against you." Xue Ji snorted coldly.
"Thank you for the compliment." [Doctor] clapped his hands.
"Who?" Xue Ji suddenly frowned, and her eyes behind the mask flashed blue light.
A ray of cold air flew towards Atagoyama Tarobo.
The temperature of the cold air was so low that it froze the air as it flew through the space, leaving behind a trail of white crystals visible to the naked eye.
'Clang clang.'
Ten red lights appeared.
Ten tiny cracks appeared in space.
The flying cold air was instantly cut by ten cold lights, turning into broken snowflakes and floating on the ground.
After the red light disappeared, a slim figure slowly emerged.
Wearing a men's suit, shirt and tie.
A pair of extremely beautiful hands crossed in front of the shirt.
The slender white fingers were painted with crimson nail polish.
The ten red nails were emitting continuously flashing red light.
The beam of red light illuminated her snow-white, cold, and beautiful face.
Her black hair just reached the shoulders of her suit, with a few strands tucked behind her tiny ears.
A diamond stud adorns the earlobe.
Then the lower body is still the matching trousers.
A pair of black high heels.
Wearing black stockings.
The snow-white, straight instep still looks bright and white in the black stockings.
"My name is Makie, and I don't have a last name." The beautiful woman, dressed in a somewhat androgynous style, said softly.
Her voice is both clear and has the charm of a mature woman.
"Let me introduce you. She is the person who will be performing the surgery this time." The [Doctor] said with a smile.
"Doctor, I don't doubt your professionalism, but this guy? Are you sure you won't ruin our business?" The half-meter-tall man who had been standing at the door and hadn't come in took off his hood with his big hands. "You know, if we fail, the Japanese government will definitely let the Tokyo Exorcist Guard protect her."
"With the current strength of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, if they focus on protecting Shiraishi Nagimitsu, they will never have another chance to attack."
Sweatshirt taken off.
There was only one slanted eye on his face, squinting as he stared at the beautiful woman who called herself Ma Feihui and was dressed in a neutral style.
"Or you can use your only eye to bet on my ability? Aoandon!" The red light on Makie's hands grew another inch.
There was a hissing sound as if breaking through space.
"No need." Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile: "The surgery contract has been signed, and the matter is settled. Then, let's talk about how to solve the problem of my increasingly bloated incense power. Doctor, what do you have in mind?"
"Of course there are several ways." The doctor frowned and saw the little blood that Qingfangzhu had just brought in, and waved his hand.
The bloodstain seemed to have its own life. It bent its body and arched out of the door like a blood-red earthworm.
"It depends on what price you pay." [Doctor] then looked at Atagoyama Taroubo with satisfaction.
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The ancient country of Izumo.
Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his huge body with satisfaction.
The Asura body plus the Taoist body refining method are indeed a perfect match.
It is hard to say whether this body refining method was not derived from the Asura clan in ancient times.
Looking inward at his soul, he refined a vast amount of pure soul energy and got rid of his weakness.
Fang Zuo felt tired, and his body suddenly shrank and returned to normal.
Unfortunately, the goddess Izanami escaped.
Fang Zuo took out a set of clothes and put them on.
He touched his chin and thought that he had to ask Shiraishi Nagimitsu to prepare more.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked to the east.
He frowned.
Who is so blind as to dare to curse his own woman?
court death.
After so many times of dual cultivation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul has been refined to be extremely pure.
Not to mention that he left the Nascent Soul Law in her soul, even if he didn't, these black magic spells couldn't touch her soul at all.
Fang Zuo locked onto the direction of the black magic and sneered.
Turning around, he saw millions of living people and ghosts from the ancient Yun Kingdom kneeling on the ground and praying.
They didn't know what was happening, they just kept kowtowing and praying for God's mercy.
It would be a waste if these resources are not utilized.
Fang Zuo turned and left.
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Miyagi Mukoko walked blankly on the street.
These days, she was both happy and sad.
What made me happy was that I went shopping and sang K with Rena Morisawa, and experienced the joy and friendship that I had never experienced before.
What worries me is what to do with my mission. Izanami has neither given me a new mission nor said what to do next. Should I stop it or continue?
Or go back by yourself?
Miyagi Mukaiko walked straight ahead.
On a late autumn night, the temperature on the streets of Tokyo was a bit low.
She was wearing a white coat, which was open.
Inside is a small black jacket and a white vest.
Black stockings wrapped around her slender long legs and two skinny buttocks.
That day, the man grabbed his long legs with each hand.
Break yourself apart.
Falling into coma again and again.
Occasionally, his big hands would move back and forth along the stockings.
It seems that he likes his legs very much.
A blush appeared on Miyagi Muko's face.
The buttocks are slightly tightened.
"Xiangzi, what are you thinking about? I've walked past you!" Rena Morisawa called out to her.
Only then did Miyagi Muko realize that she had already passed the place where she got on the bus.
I turned around quickly and said, “I’m coming.”
"Why have you been in a daze these days?" Morisawa Reina looked at Miyagi Muko who was sitting next to her, stretched out her hand and patted her face: "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing." Miyagi Xiangzi said with a blushing face.
"Are you really okay?" Rena Morisawa looked at her whose neck was red.
Morisawa Reina giggled and said, "Just bear with it. I don't know who was in so much pain back then that you become like this when you recall it now."
"How can it be so exaggerated." Miyagi Xiangzi quickly covered Morisawa Reina's red lips with her small hand to stop her from continuing, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what is the situation of the Southeast Asian gangs?"
"It's going pretty smoothly. After all, Southeast Asia isn't a big country. But there are some problems with some gangs' sorcerers and natives. It's because we don't have enough manpower." Reina Morisawa said, "But the biggest problem is still in Brazil."
Morisawa Reina frowned and sighed: "The size of the Brazilian mafia is second only to that of Mexico, and because a large number of Japanese people have bought land in Brazil, the recent anti-Japanese trend has become somewhat serious, which has affected the development of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Brazil."
"Are there many Japanese in Brazil?" Miyagi Xiangzi said in surprise.
"Well, the government started a so-called 'Barnacle Plan' decades ago to acquire a large number of overseas markets and export its own people to various parts of the world. Brazil currently has the most immigrants." Morisawa Reina said, "The mafia weapons there are much stronger than the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the whole of Brazil is a Catholic territory. Under the protection of Catholicism, the Italian Mafia also has a large territory there."
"In the end, the Yamaguchi-gumi still doesn't have enough people, and it's difficult to recruit new Yamaguchi-gumi members in the Catholic territory."
The car soon arrived at the Edogawa Bonsai Museum.
"Oh, I'm so tired." Rena Morisawa lay on the sofa, took off the same black coat as Miyagi Muko, and threw it away.
A pair of equally thin long legs wrapped in white lace stockings dangled on Miyagi Muko's thighs.
Suddenly, she closed her eyes and fainted.
"Who?" Miyagi Xiangzi stood up immediately.
A familiar figure appeared in front of her.
"Is it you?"
"Boom!"
A huge spiritual pressure pressed down on Miyagi Xiangzi, making him unable to move and crawl on the ground.
"Didn't she teach you how to talk to me?" Fang Zuo walked over and sat on the sofa: "Or are you still counting on the god you worship to save you?"
"I know I'm nothing compared to you, but how do you want me to choose?" Gongcheng Xiangzi said a little angrily: "No matter which choice I make, I'll die."
The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt. She had just been thinking about him and had given her body to him, but he tortured her the moment they met.
Miyagi Xiangzi felt that tears were about to flow out and took a deep breath.
Never be weak.
Just die.
"Don't you realize there's something wrong with your body?" The man said calmly, "I just came back from your hometown, the ancient country of Izumo."
When Miyagi Muko heard what he said, he immediately realized that the shackles left by the goddess Izanami on his soul had disappeared.
How is that possible?
Just came back from there?
My shackles disappeared. Could it be that? God Izanami fell? "Do you know what to do now?" the man said.
Miyagi Xiangzi bit her lower lip, temporarily put aside all doubts, and held back everything she wanted to say.
"Master"
Miyagi Xiangzi said.
"Hmm?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.
Miyagi Xiangzi's face turned red. She tied up the hair that was scattered on her shoulders, and used all four limbs, kneeling like a female cat, to crawl towards the man.
The little head buried deeply.
Morisawa Reina woke up faintly: "Why did I fall asleep?"
When I looked up, I found a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.
And Miyagi Xiangzi was gasping for breath with sobs.
Swallowing saliva.
(End of this chapter)
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