Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 254 Assassination of Shiraishi Nagimitsu
Izanagi said respectfully, "Father, I'm sorry. Izanami said all of this. She was almost dead, and her body was in tatters. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Absolutely impossible! They can't possibly be back. I'm afraid she was besieged by the evil gods. Izumo is much closer to Kyushu, after all." The huge voice regained its composure and said, "Izanagi, let Izanami fend for herself. She made up this excuse just to get you to save her. It's better for a woman like her to die sooner rather than later!"

"Yes, Father God, I understand. I won't bother with her anymore." Izanagi said respectfully with resentment flashing in his eyes.

There was no response from the huge voice.

Izanagi slowly stood up and raised his head, which had been lowered all the time. His mouthparts expanded and contracted in his constantly opening and closing jaws, and countless compound eyes flickered in his pupils.

Looking in the direction where the voice disappeared, a look of madness and mockery appeared on his face: "My dearest Father God, wait, wait for me to devour your children one by one. Wait until you swallow the bitter fruit of abandoning me. I will let you know that I am the best."

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The accommodation habits of the wealthy in Kansai and Kanto, Japan are quite different
When talking about wealthy areas in Tokyo, Setagaya and Chiyoda are definitely mentioned.

Luxury apartment properties are everywhere here.

In Osaka, the largest city in Kansai, wealthy people prefer to buy villas in the suburbs of the city, such as Minoo Ward.

Three Rolls-Royce Phantoms were parked at the entrance of a luxurious villa in Minoo District.

Three men in black opened the car door and three people got out.

A bald old man in a suit, leaning on a cane, looks very old, with the scars from his ordination clearly visible on his head.

A woman with white hair and a blue long dress, wearing a mask and her long hair draped over her face, her face could not be seen clearly, and she had a pair of extremely beautiful but lifeless eyes.

Wearing stiletto high heels with a blue satin-like fabric.

The snow-white insteps in the high heels and a large part of the long skirt were exposed at the back, as smooth as porcelain back, and the overall skin was whiter than the first snow.

Even a speck of dust that touches the skin is clearly visible against the cold white contrast.

The last one was a barefoot man wearing a hooded sweatshirt.

His large feet were almost half a meter long, making his two-meter height seem too short.

The old man walked to the door of the three-story villa and looked up at the villa.

"What's wrong with Lord Tarobo? Is there anything unusual?" The barefoot man walked over.

The woman with white hair and a blue dress also came over.

There is a layer of frost on the exquisite blue embroidered mask.

As the two of them walked, they were slightly behind the old man in the suit, with him in the lead.

"Nothing, this doctor's hobby is quite unique." The bald old man with scars from his tonsure was still looking at things with his cane in his hands, smiling and shaking his head.

The old man picked up his cane and rang the doorbell at the entrance of the villa.

After a ringing of the bell.

"Oh, Atagoyama Tarobo, Aoyamabo, and this beautiful Miss Yukihime, how come you all have time to come to me?" A voice came from the intercom next to the doorbell.

"Doctor, we need your treatment." The old man with the scar of abstinence said with a smile into the intercom.

There was a sound of "Ka La~".

The big iron gate of the villa opened.

The three of them strode into the villa yard.

The moment I stepped in, the whole yard became pitch black.

The whole scene seemed to have stepped from day into night in an instant.

"Hoohoohoo~~"

Floating white candles lit up, and the candle flames swayed slightly, making it look even more eerie.

In the darkness, a stream of bright blood flowed out from a distance and slowly flowed to the soles of the three people's feet.

The three of them walked along the bloodstains to the door of the villa hall.

The woman with white hair and blue skirt frowned slightly as she looked at the disgusting door.

The entire gate was made of flesh and blood.

On the dark red pile of flesh rose blood tumors of varying sizes, covered with blood vessels of varying thickness.

These swollen blood tumors tremble slightly as they expand and contract with the flow of blood in the blood vessels.

It looks absolutely disgusting.

There was a squeak.

The door opened and several pieces of loose flesh fell out.

The three of them walked in.

Everything in front of her made the white-haired woman feel even worse, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

I thought that the flesh and blood door was disgusting enough, but compared to the entire hall, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

The entire hall was covered in black and red trembling flesh.

Various connective tissues are clustered into disgusting shapes.

The surrounding walls, ceiling, even the stairs leading to the second floor, as well as the tables, chairs and furniture were all covered with bloated, living flesh.

It is covered with dense blood vessels flowing with blood.

The veins and tumors in the flesh were throbbing, as if they would burst at any time.

"Everyone, please come to my study." The voice echoed in the hall.

The side door on the left side of the living room opens.

The three of them walked on the bloody floor, bringing up thick, sticky blood, and came to the study.

The study was surprisingly clean and there was nothing strange about it.

A handsome young man sits behind a neat desk.

The bookcase behind is filled with books in various languages.

"Everyone, please cover your feet with the shoe covers at the door before coming in. I'm a bit of a germaphobe." The young man said with a smile.

He was wearing a gray suit vest inside and a clean white coat outside. He had his hands clasped together on the desk, supporting his chin, and was wearing a pair of single-frame gold-rimmed glasses.

He looked at the three of them politely.

The old man with the scar on his face chuckled, took out shoe covers from the basket beside him, bent down to put them on, and walked in first.

The man with half-meter-long feet looked at the small shoe covers, not knowing what to do. He scratched his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'd better stand at the door."

The woman with white hair and blue skirt casually picked up the shoe covers and threw them on the ground. Then she pulled the stilettos of her two high heels together and put the shoe covers on.

"Ms. Xueji has nice feet, especially her calves. I like the lines very much. Are you interested in selling them to me? I want them." The young man in the white coat made a knife gesture from a distance with his hand and made a diagonal cut: "I only want this part."

The white-haired woman known as Xue Ji suddenly felt her calves go numb, and she lost consciousness as if her body was not her own.

Just when she was a little dazed and felt like she was about to fall due to losing her balance, she quickly recovered.

"No sale." Xue Ji felt a sense of fear in her heart.

As one of the top leaders of the demon tribe, this was the first time she had such a feeling.

The handsome young man in front of me with a gentle smile has unfathomable strength and a smile like that of a devil.

"What a pity! Think about it again, Miss Xue Ji. You can get a lot of things from me." The handsome young man took off his single-frame gold-wire lenses and wiped them with a piece of girl's face skin from the side.

A whole face peeled off.

"Tarofang is not wearing the monk's robe anymore? Have you finally decided not to serve those hypocritical guys who have already left?" The handsome young man put on his single-frame gold-rimmed glasses again and said with a smile.

"I won't serve you anymore," Atagoyama Tarobo said, sitting on the sofa beside him. "Since they deceived me, didn't take me away, and abandoned me here, why should I continue to serve them hypocritically?"

"I see that the power of incense on Tarofang is so strong. It seems that their incense has been cut off over the years." The handsome young man's eyes flashed with red light.

"Since they have all left, these incense sticks will be scattered. I might as well collect them for them." Atagoyama Tarobo said nonchalantly, leaning his cane with both hands.

"But your faith is impure. You've swallowed so much of their incense, which is hard to digest. It will only make you more bloated. Last day, bang." The young man made an explosion gesture, took out a bottle of alcohol spray, and sprayed it all around.

"Your Excellency, Doctor, is right." Atagoyama Tarobo nodded. "That's one of the reasons I came to you, to see if there's any solution."

"There are quite a few solutions. This is a minor problem. Believe me, it's easily solvable. After all, you have a deep foundation in Buddhism, so this won't be a problem for you." The young man, called the doctor, smiled and said, "The problem is, you have to be able to afford it."

"If that's one of the reasons, then what else could it be? Since the three leaders of the demon tribe have come together, it seems this is the big deal."

"We want to buy a person's soul and need your scalpel, Doctor." Atagoyama Tarobo said happily.

"It's easy for the three of you to kill someone." The doctor sprayed his hands with alcohol. "Could it be someone important?"

"It's easy for us to want her dead, but we can't afford retaliation from the Japanese government." Atagoyama Tarobo tapped the ground rhythmically with his cane. "After much deliberation, we've decided that only Doctor can help us. In your name, we can bear the wrath of the Japanese government."

"So, here comes my big deal?" The Doctor sniffed his hand. The strong smell of medical alcohol made him narrow his eyes. "Tell me, whose soul do you want?"

"Her name is Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and she's a representative of the Japanese Diet," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile. "She's quite famous, and the doctor will know if he asks around."

"No need, of course I know her." The Doctor leaned back in his chair. "She's also something I've always wanted to collect."

"That's perfect. We want her soul and you want her body. We can cooperate." said the big-footed man outside.

"No, no, no, I just admire you. I never do anything that loses money. If I don't get a satisfactory reward, even if I want to, I won't do it." The Doctor spread his hands and said, "I'm not only a bit of a germaphobe, but I'm also a very principled person."

"If you were a human," Xue Ji stood aside and sneered softly.

"You, the demon tribe, cannot afford retaliation from the Japanese government. I understand that you have children, property, and ties to this island nation." The Doctor was unconcerned.
"I can. I have nothing. The worst that can happen is I can sacrifice this villa and go home. I'm just tired of staying here."

"So, what are you going to give in exchange for the soul of that beautiful council member? I don't believe you can offer anything like the soul of a Japanese council representative."

"Of course we're prepared," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile. "We know the doctor's price for treatment."

After saying that, he nodded.

Xue Ji took out a box engraved with hexagonal magic circles and various talismans.

Take two steps forward and put it on the desk.

[Doctor] picked up the alcohol spray and sprayed it.

Open the box slowly and then close it quickly.

Close your eyes and think for a while.

"I admit, I'm touched. I don't know where you found this, but it's very important to me. Very important." The Doctor opened his eyes and sighed. "It's really hard for me to refuse. It's very difficult to refuse."

"Then our contract can be completed?" said Atagoyama Tarobo.

"Of course, no problem." The [Doctor] opened a drawer, took out a piece of parchment, and tossed it to Atagoyama Tarobo. "Put your fingerprint on it, and our contract will be signed."

Atagoyama Tarobo took the parchment and gently pressed his fingerprint on it.

"Very good." The Doctor took the parchment and examined it. "I should remind you that I bear the risk of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul and the Japanese government's revenge. This is clearly stated in the contract."

"However, if there are other unexpected risks that I need to bear, this reward will not be enough."

"Doesn't that mean your business will never lose money?" Xue Ji scoffed. "All accidents will be borne by the employer."

"Of course, otherwise why would I be called a doctor?" The doctor said with a smile, "All surgeries carry risks. You can choose not to do it, but if you do, the risks must be borne by you. I can only bear the risks stipulated in the contract."

"No wonder your clan is the only one that betrays others. No one can plot against you." Xue Ji snorted coldly.

"Thank you for the compliment." [Doctor] clapped his hands.

"Who?" Xue Ji suddenly frowned, and a blue light flashed in her eyes above the mask.

A ray of cold air flew towards Atagoyama Tarobo.

The temperature of the cold air was so low that it froze the air as it passed through, leaving behind a trail of white crystals visible to the naked eye.

"Clang clang." Ten red lights appeared.

Ten tiny cracks appeared in space.

The flying cold air was instantly cut by ten cold lights, turning into broken snowflakes and floating on the ground.

After the red light disappeared, a slim figure slowly emerged.

Wearing a men's suit, shirt and tie.

A pair of extremely beautiful hands crossed in front of the shirt.

The slender white fingers were painted with crimson nail polish.

The ten red nails emitted a continuously flashing red light.

The beam of red light illuminated her snow-white, cold, and beautiful face.

Her black hair just reached the shoulders of her suit, with a few strands tucked behind her small ears.

A diamond stud adorns the earlobe.

Then the lower body is still the matching trousers.

A pair of black high heels.

Wearing black stockings.

The snow-white, straight instep still looks bright white through the black stockings.

"My name is Makie, and I don't have a last name." The beautiful woman, dressed in a somewhat androgynous style, said softly.

Her voice is both clear and has the charm of a mature woman.

"Let me introduce her. She is the one who will be performing the surgery this time." The [Doctor] said with a smile.

"Doctor, I don't doubt your professionalism, but this guy? Are you sure you won't ruin our plans?" The half-meter-tall man with long legs who had been standing at the doorway and hadn't come in took off his hoodie with his big hands.
"You know, if she fails, the Japanese government will definitely have the Tokyo Exorcist Guard protect her."

"With the current strength of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, if they focus on protecting Shiraishi Nagimitsu, they will never have another chance to attack."

Take off the sweatshirt.

There was only one slanted eye on his face, squinting as he stared at the beautiful woman dressed in a neutral style who called herself Ma Feihui.

"Or you can use your only eye to bet on my ability? Aobozu!" The red light on Makie's hands grew another inch.

There was a hissing sound as if the space was being broken.

"No need," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile, "The surgery contract has been signed, and the matter is settled. Now, let's talk about how to deal with the increasing incense power in my body. Doctor, do you have any suggestions?"

"Of course there are several ways." The doctor frowned and saw the bloodstains that Qing Fangzhu had just brought in, and waved his hand.

The bloodstain seemed to have its own life. It bent its body and arched out of the door like a blood-red earthworm.

"It depends on the price you pay." The [Doctor] then looked at Atagoyama Tarobo with satisfaction.

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The ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his huge body with satisfaction.

The Asura body combined with the Taoist body refining method is indeed a perfect match.

It is hard to say whether this body refining method was not derived from the Asura clan in ancient times.

Looking inward at his soul, he refined a vast amount of pure soul energy and got rid of his weakness.

Fang Zuo felt tired, and his body suddenly shrank and returned to normal.

Unfortunately, the goddess Izanami escaped.

Fang Zuo took out a set of clothes and put them on.

He touched his chin and thought that he had to ask Shiraishi Nagimitsu to prepare more.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked to the east.

He frowned.

Who is so blind as to dare to curse his own woman?

court death.

After so many times of dual cultivation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul has been refined to be extremely pure.

Not to mention that he left the Nascent Soul Law in her soul, even if he didn't, these black magic spells couldn't touch her soul at all.

Fang Zuo locked onto the direction of the black magic spell and sneered.

Turning around, he saw millions of living people and ghosts from the ancient Yun Kingdom kneeling on the ground and praying.

They didn't know what was happening, they just kept kowtowing and praying for God's mercy.

It would be a waste if these resources are not utilized.

Fang Zuo turned and left.

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Miyagi Mukoko walked blankly on the street.

These days, she was both happy and sad.

What made me happy was shopping and singing KTV with Rena Morisawa, and I experienced the joy and friendship that I had never experienced before.

What worries me is, what should I do with my own tasks?
Goddess Izanami neither gave herself a new task nor told her what to do next?
Should we terminate or continue?

Or go back by yourself?

Miyagi Mukaiko walked straight ahead.

On a late autumn night, the temperature on the streets of Tokyo was a bit low.

She was wearing a white coat, which was open.

Inside is a small black jacket and a white vest.

Black stockings wrapped around her slender long legs and two skinny buttocks.

That day, the man grabbed his long legs with each hand.

Break yourself apart.

Falling into coma again and again.

Occasionally, his big hands would move back and forth along the stockings.

It seems he likes his legs very much.

A blush appeared on Miyagi Mukaiko's face.

The buttocks are slightly tightened.

"Xiangzi, what are you thinking about? I've walked past you!" Rena Morisawa called her.

Only then did Miyagi Muko realize that she had already passed the place where she got on the bus.

I quickly turned around and said, “I’m coming.”

"Why have you been in a daze these past few days?" Morisawa Reina looked at Miyagi Muko who was sitting next to her, stretched out her hand and patted her face: "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing." Miyagi Xiangzi said with a blushing face.

"Are you really okay?" Rena Morisawa looked at her whose neck was red.

Morisawa Reina giggled and said, "Just bear with it. I don't know who was in so much pain back then, but now you become like this when you recall it."

"How can that be so exaggerated?" Miyagi Xiangzi quickly covered Morisawa Reina's red lips with her small hand, stopping her from continuing and quickly changing the subject: "By the way, what's the situation with the Southeast Asian mafia?"

"Progress is going relatively smoothly. Southeast Asia isn't a large region, after all. However, we're having trouble with some gangs' sorcerers and indigenous peoples, likely due to a lack of manpower," said Reina Morisawa. "But the biggest problem is still in Brazil."

Morisawa Reina frowned and sighed, "The size of the Brazilian mafia is second only to that of Mexico. Furthermore, due to the large number of Japanese buying land in Brazil, the recent anti-Japanese sentiment has become quite serious, affecting the development of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Brazil."

"Are there many Japanese in Brazil?" Miyagi Mukako said in surprise.

"Well, decades ago, the government started a program called 'Barnacle Plan' to acquire a large number of overseas markets while also exporting its own people to various parts of the world, with Brazil currently being the largest recipient," said Reina Morisawa.
"The gangs there have much more powerful weapons than the Yamaguchi-gumi, and Brazil is a Catholic territory. Under the protection of Catholicism, the Italian Mafia also has a considerable presence there."

"In the final analysis, the Yamaguchi-gumi still lacks manpower, and it is difficult to recruit new Yamaguchi-gumi members in the Catholic territory."

The car soon arrived at the Edogawa Bonsai Museum.

"Oh, I'm so tired." Rena Morisawa lay on the sofa, took off the same black coat as Miyagi Mukaiko, and threw it away.

A pair of equally thin long legs wrapped in white lace stockings hung on Miyagi Mukaiko's thighs.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes and fainted.

"Who?" Miyagi Xiangzi stood up immediately.

A familiar figure appeared in front of her.

"It's you?"

'Boom! '

A huge spiritual pressure pressed down on Miyagi Xiangzi, making her unable to move and crawl on the ground.

"Didn't she teach you how to talk to me?" Fang Zuo walked over and sat on the sofa. "Or are you still counting on that deity you worship to save you?"

"I know I'm nothing compared to you, but how do you want me to choose?" Miyagi Xiangzi said a little angrily, "No matter what I choose, I'll die."

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt. She had just been thinking about him and had given her body to him, but he tortured her the moment they met.

Miyagi Xiangzi felt that tears were about to flow out and took a deep breath.

Never be weak.

Just die.

"Don't you realize there's something wrong with your body?" the man said calmly, "I just came back from your hometown, the ancient country of Izumo."

When Miyagi Muko heard what he said, she immediately realized that the shackles left by Izanami on her soul had disappeared.

How can it be?

Just came back from there?

My shackles disappeared
Could it be that?
God Izanami fell?
"Do you know what to do now?" the man said.

Miyagi Xiangzi bit her lower lip, temporarily put aside all doubts, and held back everything she wanted to say.

"Master"

Miyagi Mukaiko said.

"Hmm?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

Miyagi Xiangzi's face turned red, and she tied up the hair that was scattered on her shoulders. She used all four limbs and crawled towards the man on her knees like a female cat.

The little head buried deeply.

Morisawa Reina woke up faintly: "Why did I fall asleep?"

When I looked up, I found a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.

Miyagi Xiangzi was gasping for breath with sobs.

Swallowing saliva.

(End of this chapter)