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The demonic corpse, still dazed and fluctuating with consciousness, opened its blood-red eyes, its fierce light blazing forth.
After decades of cultivation by Bihe Ren, with the Ten Thousand Corpse Pit as its foundation, this demonic corpse was finally born.
Even if he were born prematurely, he would still possess absolute power enough to crush everything.
Come on! Let the world feel my pain!
The demonic corpse, in its dazed state of mind, erupted with boundless killing intent, eagerly opening its eyes to wash the world in blood.
Then, they saw the countless souls who had escaped their captivity, and they saw Lu Xuan slowly walking towards them.
Demon Corpse: "..."
The red light in his eyes flashed, then went out, and finally he simply closed his eyes.
The countless souls of the dead have been resurrected, and even the demonic corpses cannot contain them.
Not to mention that human, who was even more terrifying than the millions of dead souls.
The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in living beings, especially when they sense a life-or-death crisis. The demonic corpse silently chose to play dead.
Under the unanimous gaze of countless dead souls, Ashiya Michiichi grew increasingly terrified.
The rustling footsteps beside her grew closer and closer.
Is it...Lu Xuan?
Seeing the young figure, Ashiya Michiichi hurriedly begged for mercy.
“Master Lu, I can negotiate. There is actually a group of people in the homeland of Bihe Ninja. They are demons and demon servants that Yamacho prepared for the Demon Path Hiruma.”
"Oh, right! There's actually a group of extreme right-wingers supporting Bihe Ren in the domestic market, and..."
As Lu Xuan slowly approached, Ashiya Doichi's voice grew softer and softer until the very last sentence.
"Master Lu, deep down I've always been a..."
Lu Xuan gently raised his hand in greeting.
Ashiya Michiichi shut his mouth in fear, not daring to speak again.
Lu Xuan slowly walked up to Ashiya Doichi, looked at Ashiya Doichi and then glanced at the demonic corpse pretending to be dead behind him.
He muttered to himself, "I've always been a pragmatist."
"It is my duty to help the souls of the dead pass away. They have suffered a lot because they died tragically and unjustly. Helping them pass away and end their suffering is a relief for them."
"With the turmoil in China, it is too cruel that a group of ordinary people died for no reason during the war, and even their souls could not find peace. We cannot ask anything of them."
Lu Xuan seemed to be talking to himself.
Ashiya Doichi ignored what Lu Xuan was saying and just nodded frantically.
The older people get, the more afraid they are of death. As long as he can live, even if Lu Xuan makes him kneel down and act like a dog, Ashiya Doichi would be willing to put a tail on himself and wag it faster.
But Lu Xuan changed the subject and looked at Ashiya Doichi.
"But I have always adhered to a most basic principle: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
“Their revenge must be taken, but I hope they will take it themselves.”
As Lu Xuan finished speaking, the yin energy around him grew heavier and heavier.
One by one, the souls of the dead emerged from the void, their fierce gazes fixed on Ashiya Doichi, who had imprisoned their souls for decades.
"Go! Take revenge for yourself."
Ashiya Michiichi suddenly realized something and begged for mercy in terror.
"Master Lu, these people didn't die at my hands! I'm just an ordinary Onmyoji."
"They didn't die because of me. I was just making use of them. Do you expect me to give my life for them?"
As one ghost after another appeared, Ashiya Michiichi roared in resentment.
“My life is far more precious than these people’s. I am an Onmyoji.”
“I still have value. I can find the remnants of the Bihe Ren for you. I also know a lot of information about the far right. I…”
A soul passed through his body.
Ashiya Michiichi's face quickly turned a ghastly ashen, and his struggling and cursing stopped abruptly.
Then comes the next one, and then another.
Until the many dead souls could no longer restrain themselves, they seized his life force, tore Ashiya Doichi's body apart, and then dragged out his soul as well.
Ashiya Michiichi was an Onmyoji who specialized in the study of the soul. His soul was far superior to that of ordinary people, and he could maintain his spirit for a short while even after a brief death.
But what awaited him was a succession of tens of thousands of souls who perished.
Soon, Ashiya Doichi's soul was torn to shreds, followed by a demonic corpse that had been feigning death.
The demonic corpse was indeed very strong, but the countless souls that had been providing it with nourishment in the corpse-raising pit were released from suffering, directly causing it to lose its greatest power, rendering its several-foot-tall body useless.
Soon, the demonic corpse was torn to pieces by the numerous undead souls.
These souls, already filled with resentment from their unjust deaths, were further controlled and imprisoned by Ashiya Doichi through rituals, providing energy for the demonic corpses.
Now that they are free, their pent-up resentment will naturally erupt.
Performing rituals to help the souls of the dead pass away, allowing them to dispel their karmic burdens and resentments, is Lu Xuan's primary duty.
But it doesn't say that you can't let the souls of the dead who have already been exorcised go to seek revenge, does it?
Lu Xuan has always been a pragmatist.
About ten minutes later, Ashiya Doichi's body was torn to pieces, and even his soul was completely ripped apart. His demonic corpse was torn into a pile of mud by countless dead souls.
This exhausted the power of these departed souls, and one by one, they vanished into the world with peaceful smiles on their faces.
The vast underground parking garage was now eerily silent.
And the dilapidated office building.
When the employees of NaDuTong arrived, they only saw an office building that had collapsed.
Before the building completely collapsed, Lu Xuan's gaze turned in one direction.
On the island nation's mainland, there is also a group of extremely fanatical remnants of the Higanbana ninja, nurtured with the support of the island's right wing. They are also the reserve force that Yamacho prepared for the demon sword Hirumaru.
Faced with these guys who owed countless blood debts, Lu Xuan was too lazy to plan slowly.
"Island nation mainland?"
Lu Xuan's figure vanished into thin air.
Chapter 208: Thanks for the invitation, I'm high in the air, not on a plane.
"I think that road is nothing more than a cheap trick to sell Seoul!"
"What kind of reform? Do you really believe that the Chinese in their supernatural world are willing to relinquish their power?"
Naka-ku, Hiroshima City, Paper Crane Tower.
Shin Ishikawa, the current head of the Japanese supernatural organization "Fish Dragon Society" and the current leader of the Buddha Sword "Ishikawa Style," overlooks the entire Central District.
His words showed a complete disregard for the uproar in the world of supernatural beings, causing Koizumi Jiro to narrow his eyes.
He raised his glass of red wine high.
The clinking of glasses silenced the person on the other end of the phone.
Their favorite thing to do is distort history and whitewash reality, and naturally they apply the same attitude to others.
Of course, the most crucial point is that regardless of whether Lu Xuan is truly powerful or whether the world of supernatural beings in the East has truly undergone a transformation, they cannot admit it.
What if I admit it?
It's likely that these vested interests will all be sold out by the local group of supernatural beings who are increasingly fearful of the power of the Eastern supernatural world. Their most popular tactic is to overthrow their superiors.
As for reform? Don't even think about it. Do you peasants want to seize power?
Their island nation is closed off domestically, and the world of supernatural beings is even more closed off. If the world of supernatural beings in the East is still in a semi-modern, semi-feudal state, then theirs is still in the feudal slave era.
The Chinese still hold absolute power, which is especially evident in the world of supernatural beings.
So what kind of upheaval is this? What kind of immortals are in the world?
Fake, all fake.
If we just bury our heads in the ground and pretend we don't know anything, then it's all a lie.
Shin Ishikawa addressed Jiro Koizumi across from him.
"Have you dealt with the Yagyu family, who rose to prominence before? The Yagyu family still has some power; don't give them anything to talk about."
"Don't worry, everything is resolved..."
A cold smile appeared on Koizumi Jiro's face.
"We will absolutely not allow that guy to threaten our cooperation."
"That's good!"
Clink! The sound of wine glasses clinking together.
Ishikawa Shin and Koizumi Jiro smiled at each other.
Ishikawa Shin thought of that arrogant guy and curled his lip.
What good is being able to fight? That Yagyu Shita may have some talent in swordsmanship, but this is their territory, their era.
Yagyu Shita refused to kneel down and act like a dog, instead wanting to challenge the status of "Buddha Sword Ishikawa Ryu," which sealed his fate and led to his death.
Just like the nameless swordsman who challenged many famous masters back then, those who refused to kneel down and become dogs could only die silently.
As for how Koizumi Jiro dealt with Yagyu Shita, it didn't matter whether he shifted the blame or ambushed and assassinated him.
He's just a nobody; he'll be fine as long as he's dealt with.
"By the way, Chairman Ishikawa, what do you think about those remnants?"
Koizumi Jiro seemed to have thought of something and spoke with considerable interest.
"I think they have some strength. Why don't we recruit them?"