Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Chapter 395 Second Battle Ninth Uncle Shows His Power

The autumn night already has a threatening chill. Walking alone on the empty road, you can feel the deeper meaning of the dew.

The 34-kilometer journey takes five to ten minutes by car, one and a half hours by bicycle, and two hours by marathon runners, but Uncle Jiu walked for a full day.

Carrying a salute of about [-] kilograms, relying on only one pair of feet, eating and drinking all on the road, and carefully avoiding the patrolling police officers who come and go.

It took a whole day for Uncle Jiu to arrive at the dead city of Osaka, covered in dust and tired.

Looking around, everything in sight is weird, bloody and gloomy. Although the corpse has been restrained, the mottled bloodstains tell people the disaster that happened here all the time.

Osaka Castle was under martial law, and the self-defense forces patrolling back and forth, clutching amulets provided by various schools of magic, walked through the streets and alleys in groups.

They came not to subdue the ghosts, nor to rescue and evacuate the people.

On the contrary, their purpose is to prevent the residents of Osaka Castle from fleeing, and even more so to prevent the leakage of news in Osaka Castle.

They were holding serious guns in their hands, and looked alert. They were not only guarding against the elusive ghosts, but also guarding against the people who were on the verge of collapse.

For them, ghosts, like the people on the verge of collapse, are the root cause of cholera and exist that need to be eliminated.

Perhaps, compared to the rare ghosts, the hundreds of thousands of residents in Osaka City are much more dangerous!

Uncle Jiu hid in the shadows and watched all this quietly. He guessed whose masterpiece the scene in front of him was. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't feel unhappy at all.

Although he hadn't personally experienced such a bloody scene at this time, he had actually seen it.

A tooth for a tooth, double repayment, war, isn't it always like this?

"Oh, let's start!"

Uncle Jiu took a long breath, regardless of his own fatigue, hid in a dark corner, and opened the bag in his arms.

There are a lot of things in the baggage, very miscellaneous, all kinds of incense and candles, instruments, pens, inks, paper swords, Taoist robes and whisks, all are available, but the most conspicuous of them is the huge brass gourd.

There is at least one-third of the space in the baggage, which is prepared for this gourd, and its importance is self-evident!

Arranged the gourd, lit three incense sticks, stuck them in the soil in front of the gourd, got up and adjusted his clothes and appearance, and respectfully bowed down to the ground.

"My junior disciple Maoshan Lin Fengjiu, respectfully tell the ancestors:

Disciples are incompetent, morally inferior;

Powerless to lift the spirits of the ancestors from the sea of ​​suffering, it is difficult to do relief work;

Only to comfort the heroic souls of China with the sinful karma of killing lives;

Disciple's morality is superficial, and it is difficult to help him;

Therefore, I ask the ancestors to help and protect;

Collaborate with the disciples and covet the group."

Uncle Jiu murmured, with a dignified and pious expression. In front of him, the bronze gourd gradually began to tremble.

'buzz~'

The frequency of the gourd shaking became faster and faster, and there were bursts of buzzing sounds. Uncle Jiu still expressed his warning in a leisurely manner, but his eyes became more and more sharp.

The overwhelming blood light illuminated half of the night sky, and the Self-Defense Forces didn't notice it at all, but all the magicians who were entangled with the ghost turned around and looked sideways at this vision in shock.

All of them now have only one thought in common, that is—it's over

In the homestay, Wang Xuebin leaned his elbows on the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently fiddled with the public notice in front of him.

The notification letter is very ordinary, a simple A4 white paper with words printed in Japanese asking citizens to stay at home and wait for official rescue.

Simple, monotonous, without much literary talent to speak of, but no matter who it is, they can see the faint threat from it.

In addition, this official document was delivered from door to door by the Self-Defense Forces who came to station, which showed the heavy weight of this official document.

Today, Wang Xuebin has been obediently staying in this homestay, listening to the gunshots like popping beans on the street outside.

When the Self-Defense Forces first arrived in the morning, the gunshots were the most intense. Now, the gunshots are basically gone.

Occasionally there would be such a bang, but it was hard to tell whether it was the warlocks exorcising evil spirits, or the Self-Defense Forces 'actively maintaining law and order'.

"Snapped!"

There was another explosion, echoing in the silent city of Osaka, and woke up the lights of several houses. In this gloomy night, anyone who has the courage to turn off the lights and go to sleep can be said to be a hero!

'Boom boom boom! '

"Huh? Who?"

There was a knock on the door, Wang Xuebin frowned, got up and went to open the door, at this point in time, who could it be?

In Japan, everyone who knew him was dead, whether it was Morishita or Mori Kogoro, even the ordinary investigator who followed him was not spared, so it is unlikely that he was visiting from an acquaintance.

Since he is not an acquaintance, he could be a villain!

"Hi, excuse me, we are officials from the Ministry of Defense, and we are here to register with you!"

Defense Agency?

If it weren't for your radiant mysterious light, I would have believed it!

The person who claimed to be an official of the Ministry of National Defense handed Wang Xuebin a paper form with the basic information of the citizen, where he lived, and why he came to Osaka.

It looks as if they want to collect information and check for suspicious persons.

But Wang Xuebin knew that the so-called information registration was just an excuse, and its real purpose was to declare war on him, an outlaw lunatic hiding in the dark.

"Wang Guanlan Taiqi, I am the first-class leader of Jiuju, Fujiwara Shizuka, in Kyoto, waiting for you. If you don't see you within two days, something will happen to your father's corpse. I hope you think about yourself!"

The words written in special ink exude endless provocation and murderous intent in the eyes of people who are proficient in yin and yang eyes.

Wang Xuebin can even see the madness and anger of the person who wrote this post through this battle post, and seeing this scene, although he is calm on the surface, he is already happy in his heart

Wang Xuebin can imagine how what he did would have an impact on that Jiuju first-class leader. Presumably this person named Fujiwara Shizuka is going crazy!

Hey!

This is just the beginning. Next, they will become more and more crazy. Finally, there is a place where they can let go of their hands and feet. How can he let it go so easily?

Show up?Think good things to go!

Now Wang Xuebin, who is hiding in the dark, is like a mouse that fell into a rice vat, opening his mouth casually, and his mouth will be full of oil.