Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

--go to hell--

--go to hell--

--go to hell--

The sound of cursing chased after him again, without turning his head, he knew that it was Kayako who followed. Wang Xuebin frowned slightly, and stepped up the speed of harvesting.

This monastery called Dizang Temple covers a large area, and there are more than 400 people including monks and lay people. There are as many as [-] places to store corpses, and the number of corpses stored is unknown.

Although Wang Xuebin knew the approximate distribution of these places, he had no definite information on where the bodies of the elders were, so he could only search one by one.

'boom! '

A time bomb blasted away the concrete wall not far away, because the gates were all made of iron, Wang Xuebin could only choose this method of violent invasion.

'Snapped!Snapped! '

Two gunshots hit the foreheads of the two guards in the storage room. With a wave of their hand, the entire wall of the freezer opened in response to the sound, and all kinds of corpses in the freezer jumped up one after another.

Some have their eyes open, some have their eyes closed, some have begun to ossify, and some are people who just died in the riots a few days ago.

No familiar face was seen among the corpses, so Wang Xuebin didn't talk nonsense, he tossed it with his backhand, and a huge ball of gasoline splashed in all directions.

As more and more people died, the people in the temple panicked. One Wang Xuebin was enough for them, and with one Kayako, they had no ability to resist at all.

Not to mention resisting, being able to survive is already the limit of their ability. If Jiaye is so easy to solve, they Jiuju will sacrifice a leader to die with it?

Uh... No, Jiuju's first-class leader died, but Jiaye didn't lose his soul, that is to say, the leader exchanged his own life for Jiaye to survive for a few years!

This deal, tsk... really can do business...

......

In the conference room, a group of people over eight hundred years old were at war with each other, their eyebrows were coldly facing each other.

Contradictions, endless contradictions!

When each member of a group represents different interest groups, such contradictions are unavoidable.

At the beginning, Jiuju first-class was on the rise, and when everyone made cakes and shared cakes together, they couldn't see anything.

But at this time, when it is time to sacrifice interests and maintain the life and death of the organization, conflicts arise.

People are selfish.

No matter male, female, old or young, rich or poor.

They don't need to get benefits, but when the benefits are already in their hands, it will be more difficult for them to give up than letting them never have them from the beginning to the end!

This is the reason why good fortune is hard to give up!

If you want to maintain the stability of Japan, you need everyone to contribute and work together, but the question is how much?How?Who goes first and who goes last?Where should we save first, and where should we save later?

Every question is enough for this group of people to argue for a long time, but what is most lacking now is time, and there is not much time left for them!

"President, the entire army of our supporters has been wiped out!"

"Nani?!"

A man in the costume of an onmyoji ran in scrambling, with tears of panic on his face and trembling uncontrollably.

"You!! Have something to say clearly, what's going on?"

Hearing his president's stern voice, the man trembled, raised his panicked head, and cried softly:

"Yes... It's Kayako... We met Kayako's ghost... 160 people, all of them died!"

"Nani!! Damn it! You trash, why did you come back alive!"

The president went crazy, stepped forward, and kicked the man's head fiercely with his feet. The man didn't dare to hide, and he just cried and endured it.

160 people, although not all of them are masters of spells, but they are also the backbone of the president's subordinates.

He originally planned to let his subordinates put on a show, to see if they could pick up some bargains that would hurt both sides, or gain righteousness or something.

Well now, a total of 160 people, all of whom were fully armed, died without even seeing the face of the Dizang Temple. How could he accept such a result?

"Say! Why don't you die! Bastard! Why did you come back alive!"

Seeing the president's attitude, the rest of the people couldn't help but feel sad. Everyone calmed down and considered the current situation.

The situation is already very clear. If they don't unite and join forces, they will most likely end up the same as the president.

The reality does not leave them much choice, they can only choose to fight or run away!

If they were going to fight, no one of them would be sure of defeating Wang Xuebin or Uncle Jiu, so they could only unite.

If they escaped, it would mean that they would abandon all the honor they had in Japan, and even go to a foreign country to become second-class citizens in other countries. This choice was definitely not acceptable to them.

That also means that there is actually only one way before them, and there is no other choice but to unite and fight!

These people present are all heroes who have worked hard in their respective fields. After getting rid of the interference of interests, it is easy to make a proper judgment.

"Now is the time for us to live and die. I hope that everyone can put aside their previous suspicions and, under the leadership of the leader, get through this difficulty together!"

"Iwasaki-san is right. Under the so-called overturned nest, there are eggs. Now is the time for us to advance and retreat together. We can't fight between our own people!"

Listening to the white-haired old lady's words, Shizuka Fujiwara almost rolled her eyes.

Ah!Let you talk all the good things!

What do you say?

A bunch of faceless and skinless old immortals!

"Sir, we are willing to follow your advice, please use your rich experience to lead us to victory!"

advice?experience?

Hearing the words that implied contempt and provocation, she didn't even have a rebuttal.

"I've made it very clear..."

Fujiwara Shizuka slowly sat back on the chair, looked at the crowd, and said casually:

"...I no longer hold the position of Jiuju's first-class leader. Whoever you like to be, from now on, your actions have nothing to do with me, and I don't intend to interfere with your plans!

I don't care about the power that belongs to you, but if you dare to interfere with the power that belongs to me, I will fight you hard! "