Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

In order to make this cup, Wang Xuebin also promised Balthazar that he would use some of his flesh and blood to return his body!

As for the body, Wang Xuebin already has some ideas, just waiting to experiment later!

"Fujiwara Shizuka..."

Wang Xuebin who stood up slightly shook his head and sighed, but one was missing after all.

He took out a barrel of gasoline, sprinkled it evenly on the corpse, stretched out his hand, and a trace of sparks lit up, slowly falling to the ground, and with a bang, raging flames ignited.

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and took a look, then turned around and walked slowly into the night...

Naturally, the whole family should be neat and tidy. How could he be reconciled to the lack of one?

Shizuka Fujiwara...you can't escape!

A cold wind blows, and the coming year will be a bumper year...

Chapter 424

Kyoto at night has lost the festive atmosphere, blood is everywhere, dense footsteps and sporadic screams have replaced the hustle and bustle of the holidays, and no one can raise the holiday spirit anymore.

The ravages of Gayako are different from the bursting frenzy of the Taoist heroic spirits, but the indifference and cruelty it brings is no less than the horror of the predecessors.

Wang Xuebin was walking on the street, holding a bag of pot stickers in his left hand and a cup of eight-treasure porridge with sugar in his right hand. While filling the Wu Zang Temple, he carefully avoided the raging ghosts.

In the streets and alleys, people lying on the ground crawling rapidly, like arthropods, killing tirelessly.

Although Wang Xuebin's movements of avoiding the ghosts are a bit conscientious, he is still in a good mood.

Except for Fujiwara Shizuka, Jiuju's first-class high-level executives were all conferred. Such a result is enough to achieve his strategic goal.

Because of Jiuju's long-term monopoly on cultivation talents and resources, the high-end forces in Japan, except for a few hermits who really don't like to fight, the rest basically joined this force.

Now that Jiuju's first-class high-level executives are conferring heads, it means that the high-end forces in the Japanese art world have basically lost their casualties. In addition to the elites they have cultivated, it is equivalent to destroying nearly half of the power in the Japanese art world in just one night.

And that's just today!

If you count the glorious achievements of the past few days, it can be said that Wang Xuebin single-handedly destroyed a country's magic defense force.

Nowadays, the Japanese country has no way to resist the raging ghosts. They can only watch their country become a paradise for ghosts.

The government and the royal family abandoned Tokyo, and all moved to a small town without ghosts for the time being. But seeing the number of ghosts snowballing and doubling, I'm afraid this town won't be comfortable for long.

I don't know where the leaders of this group of countries can retreat to at that time...

In a dark corner, Wang Xuebin held his breath and concentrated, squatting there, even the sound of chewing slowed down a lot.

When he was fighting with Jiuju's first-class high-level executives, Kayako had already toured the entire Kyoto. At present, in this city, except for a very small number of survivors, the rest were either dead or turned into ghosts!

A ghost is not a ghost, but a human being bewitched and controlled by a ghost. There is no specific name for such a person. The so-called ghost is just a vivid name given to them by Wang Xuebin referring to the allusion of being a tiger.

Since it is not a ghost, then he does not have the ability of Li Gui to use anger and yang energy to find and judge strangers. What they rely on is still their own five senses, but the senses have become extremely sensitive.

It is so sensitive that as long as it makes a little sound, it can attract a large group of difficult guys. You must know that the number of ghosts has exceeded [-]!

Jingle Bell!

A clear and rapid voice sounded, and Wang Xuebin, who was about to deliver potstickers to his mouth, froze.

He turned his head slowly and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see an untimely phone ringing from the arms of a dead body not far away.

"Damn! Do you want to be so small!"

Wang Xuebin complained bitterly, got up and kicked the phone away, and the crisp ringtone was from near to far, sobbing in the small river not far away.

He had just experienced a few rather dangerous battles. Although he didn't suffer any serious injuries, he was quite exhausted mentally. Not only was his mind dizzy, but his body was also weak.

If you met the evil god Gayako at this time, let alone fighting, you would be thankful for being able to escape safely.

puff la la la...

What are you afraid of, why are you coming? Although Wang Xuebin moved in a timely manner, the ghosts with sensitive five senses still sensed his location, and used both hands and feet to climb over from all directions.

Streets, intersections, courtyard walls, roofs, in just a short moment, Wang Xuebin was surrounded by countless ghosts.

"I go..."

Pairs of extremely indifferent eyes stared at him. Every ghost was holding a weapon, a pan, a folding stool, a brick, and even a bottle of mineral water.

If a few gangsters surrounded him with these weapons, he might laugh out loud and teach them how to learn, but when a crowd of people held these seemingly joke weapons in their hands, Wang Xuebin would really laugh Can't come out!

grumbling...

A familiar voice came from behind him. Wang Xuebin held his hands on his chest and turned around slowly.

"Ahem...then what..."

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Wang Xuebin gave a dry laugh and shook the food in his left hand slightly.

"...potstickers...hot...from Huaxia Luoyang Flavor House, a 60-year-old brand...wanna have some?"

go to hell

Well...still a familiar taste!

"Ahem...don't eat pot stickers...let's have some porridge..."

Said, Wang Xuebin raised the hot eight-treasure porridge in the cup in his right hand again, and asked tentatively:

"...The steaming hot eight-treasure porridge with added sugar, I only took a sip!!"

go to hell

Gayako doesn't seem to believe Wang Xuebin's words, or it has a serious obsession with cleanliness, even if others take a bite, it will hate it...

Anyway, it didn't accept Wang Xuebin's kindness. Instead, it twisted its limbs and rushed towards his body.

"I go..."

Wang Xuebin rolled over, dodged Kayako's intimacy, and reflexively smashed the cup of eight-treasure porridge in his hand on its head.

"If you don't eat it, why don't you eat it...why do you use your hands?"

Looking at the ghosts around who were eager to try, Wang Xuebin didn't dare to stay for a long time. He turned his head and glanced at Kayako, whose face was covered with eight-treasure porridge. He resisted the hiccup feeling in his stomach, tapped his feet, and suddenly jumped into the air.

He swore that he would never drink rice pudding again during this time!

At the same time as they flew up, the ghosts attacked Wang Xuebin one after another, one after another, a crowd of several meters high was formed in the blink of an eye.