Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 69: Blood Slave

Japan.

Prime Minister's Office.

A dozen senior state officials sat together.

silence
Endless silence.

No one wanted to talk.

Prime Minister Kishida had a gloomy face, his eyes were lowered, and his eyes were full of sinisterness.

"Baga, why aren't you talking now?"

He slammed the table and roared.

What a fucking bastard, they planned to rob the King of Zhao, but they all kept silent when the chaos happened.

Now he, the prime minister, has to take the blame. How can he accept this?

Others may not know about the situation in Fukushima, so how could he not know?

What a mess Fukushima is in.

Even the blood slaves inside have a tendency to spread outward.

Do we really want Japan to perish?

"Your Majesty Prime Minister--"

A staff member pushed open the door and saw the big shots with gloomy faces and eyes. His breathing became quieter.

Kishida took a deep breath, hoping that this was not bad news: "Speak!"

"According to the testing instruments developed by the Academy of Sciences, there are now more than 500,000 blood slaves in Fukushima." The staff's voices were trembling.

500,000 people
There are only 200 million people in the whole of Japan, and this ratio is already very exaggerated.

Moreover, blood slaves are contagious and have a strong desire to attack. This is equivalent to an army that is not afraid of life or death, and is not afraid of pain.

Even with bare hands, this is a huge force.

Kishida's eyes went dark and he almost couldn't recover.

Five hundred thousand people, these people have not yet found a cure, and are automatically considered dead, plus the destructive power they caused.

Fukushima is not in tatters, but it can be said to be beyond repair.

"Speak!!!" Kishida was furious. His fear could only be relieved by speaking loudly.

Since World War II, the country has never faced such a great threat, and it came from within.

How do the Japanese people deal with it?
How did our ancestors deal with it?

Is Kishida going to become the first prime minister to commit seppuku as a way of apologizing for his crimes?

"This"

The officials looked at each other, unable to come up with a good solution.

When it comes to aliens, they are usually left to them to handle, and rarely have anything to do with the government.

Now that supernatural phenomena are happening on such a large scale, if you ask the officials to deal with it, they will be overwhelmed and unable to come up with any strategy.

There is no precedent!
Kishida looked at these bastards who were just taking up their positions and doing nothing, and his eyes turned red with anger. He wished he could turn himself into a blood slave and bite them to death.

An official wearing glasses suddenly had bright eyes and raised his index finger and said, "Your Excellency Prime Minister, I have an idea."

"Just say it directly." Kishida frowned.

"This is all a trick played by those Yin-Yang masters. They should take full responsibility for this!" The official with glasses' eyes brightened and he immediately found an outlet to vent. I am such a genius.

Kishida picked up the pen and threw it at him: "Baga, I asked you to come up with a solution, and the solution you came up with is to let the Onmyoji take the blame?"

"Is this the time to talk about who should take the blame? Half a million lives have been lost. Do you still take the Yamato people seriously?"

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"Although they are indeed bastards and we will definitely settle accounts with them, can you please come up with something practical now? If this matter goes wrong, those Yin Yang Masters will die, and so will we!"

Kishida was furious.

How did these people get into politics?

Just say that family politics are not handled well. They are all second-generation rich people without any political acumen. Is it time to find someone to take the blame?

At least we need to show the country’s attitude!

The Minister of Defense said in a deep voice: "Send the army to suppress it. There is no other way."

As a party involved, Miyamoto rarely appeared in this meeting: "If the army suppresses us, as long as our people get a little closer, they will be sucked into mummies and become nutrients for the formation. How can we suppress them?"

"Where is the money I gave you? Where are the cannons and missiles?" the Minister of Defense asked angrily.

"That's Fukushima, that's Japanese land. Using guns and tanks is already excessive enough, but you still have to use missiles. Are you crazy? Do you want to raze Fukushima to the ground?" General Miyamoto widened his eyes in disbelief.

He had been working non-stop these days without any rest. His eyes were bloodshot and his roar was quite powerful.

Sure enough, the soldiers were tired of war, but the intellectuals were warlike.

If you are not on the front line, you don’t know the danger of the battlefield. Only those so-called literary bastards think about ending the battle with one shot, simply and crudely.

The Minister of Defense was speechless for a moment.

Everyone is tired.

I wanted to find some treasures from the coffin of King Zhao, but I didn't find any treasures. Instead, I invited a statue of the God of Treasure Killer.

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The conference room fell silent again.

Kishida tapped the table and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he sighed and said, "We can only send the Eagle Army out."

The Eagle Army's weapons are better than those of the Japanese troops, mainly because they are a powerful and lawless country. They are the only country that dares to fill its army with aliens on a large scale.

Basically, there are aliens in all the overseas bases of the United States.

These people are nothing more than powerful men, who can be called local emperors, but they just don't show off their power in normal times.

The Minister of Defense echoed, "Yes, we spend billions of dollars every year to support them, now it's time for them to work for us."

The officials remained even more silent.

It sounds nice to say, but everyone knows that the Eagle Army is the father of the Japanese.

If Japan wants to invite them to come out, it will have to spend a lot of money.

The key point is that the United States is not stupid. It will go there even though it knows there is a tiger there.

The lives of our own soldiers are very precious.

Outside, the Eagle Army usually stays in the rear, with few people going to the front line. They are all Eagle Army masters. If you want to get them to take action, you may need to forge some intelligence and then lure them with benefits.

"You go and take care of this." The Prime Minister pointed to the Cabinet Minister of the Foreign Ministry.

"Hi!" The Cabinet Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs nodded and walked out with a swollen head.

This is not an easy task.

Although Kishida did not clearly state the price of the funding this time, the diplomats knew that his job was to bargain.

If you spend too much, your superiors will definitely be unhappy and will cause trouble for you later.

It's a troublesome task, a hot potato!

Kishida continued to ask: "What does the Dragon Kingdom say?"

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Longguo has already responded, saying that this is a matter involving aliens and asked Nadutong Company to contact us." said Nagasuke, Japan's Minister of Affairs for Longguo.

".That's just excuses. Didn't they want the coffin of King Zhao before? Tell them that if they come to Japan to help us, we will fully cooperate with them." Kishida was already numb. Only when he encountered something did he realize that people are all made of flesh and blood.

Few other countries are willing to lend a helping hand, and they usually just pay lip service to the issue. No one wants to bring such an active volcano back home.

Changjie stammered, and said in a muffled voice: "They are not in a hurry at all now."

"I know, that's why I let you get in touch with him!" Kishida slammed the table angrily and yelled with all his strength.

The relationship between Longguo and Japan is too complicated.

As neighbors separated by a narrow strip of water, the two countries have a long-standing feud, and Japan is a thorn in the side of the United States in Asia, which makes the two countries even more dissatisfied.

But the two sides have a close relationship, and in today's globalized world, no one can escape the infiltration of each other.

Now that Long Guo is not adding insult to injury, but just standing by and watching the fun with his hands folded, Kishida should feel fortunate.

Kishida was sulking with a gloomy expression, and soon gave up: "What do you say about Nadutong?"

There are many cases of aliens committing crimes across borders in the world. As the official white glove of Dragon Country, Kishida is naturally aware of Nadutong.

"." Changjie smiled bitterly.

"Say!"

"They said they had held a board meeting for a few days and were discussing countermeasures. They would contact us as soon as they had any news."

Kishida was extremely tired and wanted to collapse in his chair, but his dignity and face as prime minister forced him to stay supported.

So tired, really so tired.

In the end, the meeting ended hastily under Kishida's sixteen-character policy of "strict monitoring, careful defense, planning of war zones, and prevention of spread."

The changes of heaven and earth are nothing more than yin and yang.

Where there are websites in the open, there are networks hidden in the dark.

In the ordinary social media in the eyes of the public, news related to the Fukushima incident is almost invisible. As soon as it appears, it will be deleted. Even some posts that have escaped review have frighteningly low traffic and can hardly be found without active search.

This is the effort of Japan's Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

They want to keep the Fukushima incident to the smallest possible scope.

The dark web, this unregulated website hidden deep in the darkness and in the shadows, has become a hot search term in Fukushima.

Various photos were leaked crazily, containing all kinds of outrageous remarks.

However, this speculation only exists among ordinary people.

The Dark Web of the Others is extremely exciting. On the cover, there is a huge vertical picture.

In the center, there is a blood-red pillar rising into the sky, and around it, there is red light all over the sky, like an evil ghost.

This must have been taken by someone special.

Looking up, looking down, in all directions.
The title is even more sensational:

"The King of Zhao is out of his coffin, and the people and animals in Fukushima, Japan, are exterminated."

This post is full of replies from strangers.

"Has King Zhao come out of the coffin?"

"With such a big commotion, could it be that King Zhao is a glutton who likes to devour flesh and blood? Is he going to devour Japan?"

"Japan is in trouble."

"Hahaha, that's interesting. The King of Zhao should be in a mummy state after he comes out of the coffin. He must be sucking blood to replenish his energy."

"No, how powerful is King Zhao? It takes an entire country's worth of people to replenish his energy."

"Where are our foreign brothers from Japan? Come out and tell us the situation!"

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This alien version of the dark web is simply a carnival place for the aliens.

They disregard human life and are cold-blooded and ruthless, with only fanaticism and destruction in their hearts. Some even posted messages asking to become the disciples of King Zhao.

The other posts are even more varied.

"Form a team! Go to Japan to collect blood spirits."

The moment the Blood Spirit was announced, it spread on the dark web. The Blood Spirit looked bloody and terrifying, but it was actually very sacred. It was just a trace of spirituality extracted from the blood slaves.

This spiritual power has been made public on the Internet. It has medicinal effects that can prolong life, strengthen bones and muscles, sublimate supernatural powers, improve cultivation, and cleanse the marrow and meridians.
There are many other benefits that are difficult to describe, but the effect of prolonging life alone is enough to drive people crazy.

The price of a trace of blood spirit on the dark web has been hyped up to hundreds of thousands of US dollars, and the price is still rising wildly. Countless people are tempted by it and want to try their luck on the island.

"Analyze the current situation in Japan carefully."

This is a Zhihu post, which says that the person is in Japan, just got off the plane, feels good, has met King Zhao, who is a very nice person, etc., and is full of useless pretentious words.

However, there are still many strange people posting and making jokes below.

"The blood slave photo I took at the risk of my life is the only one in the world."

Here are the accompanying photos.

In the photo, the blood slave can no longer be called a human being. He is simply a beast, a round, blood-stained two-legged beast with fangs sticking out from under his lips, sharp and pointed, eyes full of red, and a look of violence coming from his face.

Perhaps it was because the blood was too abundant, and a few wildly growing flesh thorns appeared on the blood slave's face. They looked as pink and tender as newborn babies. Not cute at all, but violent and disgusting.

"Fuck, this is a blood slave, so scary."

"Does anyone know how good he is in combat?"

The author replied: "It has a strong fighting capacity, knows no fatigue or pain, and doesn't care about life or death. The most terrifying thing is that it is very perceptive. I was standing 50 meters away and taking pictures, but it still spotted me."

"How does the battle work?"

The author replied: "The fighting methods are complex and varied. I will continue to post later, please follow me. What I can reveal now is that although their desire to fight is strong, they do not kill people. They aim to spread the virus and turn other people into blood slaves."

"Only for humans?"

Author's response: A video.

This video is silent, but the blood slave saw a dog on the roadside, flashed to the side of the dog at an extremely fast speed, and then bit it. The dog roared instantly, and then its body swelled up and broke into pieces.

The author replied: "It seems that it is not possible now. Most likely, small animals cannot bear the power increase brought by the 'poison'. As for large animals, it is hard to say."

"Thank you author, this is very useful to me."

The author replied: "Do you want to find the blood spirit? My advice is don't go. Fukushima is now a hell. The land is stained black with blood, and the water in the river has a faint smell of blood."

Reply: "Why do you care about me? Do you give me face?"

The author replied: “.”

The alien’s dark web almost revealed all the events in Japan.

Some people even started to do popular science research on Zhao Wang Zhu Li, where he came from and what happened, and they explained it in a very clear and logical way.

The news on the Internet pushed Japan to the forefront, and everyone also witnessed how powerful King Zhao was.

They are even now worried that after the destruction of Japan, King Zhao will lead his army of blood slaves to conquer the entire world.

It will be fun to watch then.

Ishikawa family.

Countless people were kneeling in the room.

Ishikawa Nobuyuki had a gloomy face and knelt in front of the swords on the shelf.

This is the heirloom sword of the Buddhist Sword School and the source of the Ishikawa family's faith.

Ringo raised his head and said, "Teacher, there is chaos in Japan. What role should the Ishikawa family play in this chaos?"

Ishikawa Nobuo lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The aliens in Japan are very miserable. This place is too small. Even their ancestors think that such a place is not suitable for aliens to survive.

Aliens should be born in a vast land, on endless grasslands, like the Dragon Kingdom.

Only the vast land can allow the aliens to develop. Japan is too small, which restricts their legs and feet, and also restricts their hearts.

Therefore, the Japanese aliens have always played the role of a knife in the hands of the upper class.

When they are used, they are the sharpest knives. When they are not used, they are just ancient and terrifying monsters hiding in the mountains.

"Teacher." Ringo called out.

Ishikawa Shin said: "Fortunately, the great world has begun. We, the aliens, no longer have to hide in the mountains and forests. We can breathe the sweetest air from outside."

"The Japanese people have never regarded us as a scourge, and we should have the responsibility to protect them."

The people behind him raised their eyes.

They all underestimated the horror of King Zhao's coffin.

Just by breaking out of the coffin, the entire Fukushima fell in one day.

This is a blood slave.

They are all infected by ordinary people, and these blood slaves have various abilities.

Some blood slaves are so stiff that they are difficult to hurt by machine guns, swords, and armor-piercing bullets are needed to kill them.

There is also a kind of blood slave whose whole body is full of poison.

In addition, there are blood slaves of all kinds who can control telekinesis.

Facing such a monster, we can hardly protect ourselves.

"The current situation is no longer something our Ishikawa family can get involved in. All we can do now is to protect ordinary people as much as possible."

Ishikawa Nobuyuki stood up.

"And I will go to Fukushima myself."

The people who were kneeling and looking up at him hurriedly shouted, "Master."

Isn't going to Fukushima at this time really like delivering food?
Ishikawa Nobuyuki stretched out his hand and stopped everyone.

"In the face of national crisis, I must do this. When the time comes, I will personally talk to King Zhao. Six hundred years ago, Japan was still a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, right? I hope King Zhao can have some sympathy for us, his subjects."

At this point, the head of the Ishikawa family smiled bitterly again. Would the King of Zhao really have mercy?
Although he thought it was ridiculous, he still wanted to give it a try.

The other side of Japan.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were both confused.

"It's over."

Wang Ye covered his head, unable to bear to look.

The dock is in chaos, not to mention the planes. Now even the human traffickers’ boats are gone if we want to leave.

Japan is in complete chaos now and people dare not go out.

It was broadcast on TV that there was a problem with rain in Japan. The people in Mito, Nagano, Niigata and other neighboring cities of Fukushima were advised to stay at home less.

But only these strange people know what happened in Fukushima.

50 people who were unable to evacuate Fukushima in time were infected.

"Did our Dragon Nation ancestors really do this?"

Zhuge Qing's hands were shaking.

Five hundred thousand is just a number to many people.

But for Zhuge Qing, who saw the scene from the interior, only he knew how terrifying this number was.

Moreover, judging from the trend, Fukushima's blood slaves are still expanding outward, and the number of 500,000 is still growing significantly.

Maybe today it is 500,000, tomorrow it may be 600,000, 700,000
Just then, Zhuge Qing's phone rang.

"It's Bilian"

Didn't the communication equipment and network in this area of ​​Japan collapse? How did Bilian get in?

"Zhuge Qing?"

"it's me."

"You and Daoist Wang must have come to Japan as well, right?"

"How did you know?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm here to persuade you. Come and gather with us. Be careful not to get yourself covered in blood, or else you'll say that I, Zhang Chulan, am not loyal enough."

ps: [I feel very grateful for the 1500 Qidian coins rewarded by the reader 'Haoshentianfa'. The author can only repay it with his own body! ]

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