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With two minutes left to charge his phone, Xu Ming grabbed a crowbar and headed towards the evil banner, intending to smash it first.

Before they had taken two steps, a wall on the right side of the observatory slid open silently, and two people emerged from a hidden door.

One of the men, dressed in a black trench coat, had sickly pale skin, narrow eyes, and exuded an aura like that of a venomous snake. He was undoubtedly the mastermind behind it all, Azami Nakiri.

The other person following behind him was a strange black man.

His attire looked out of place and inappropriate.

He was wearing a beggar's outfit that resembled a Taoist robe, but was patchwork of red and green fabrics. He wore a long gold chain, a baseball cap with a tiger on his head, and carried a peach wood sword and a handbell.

He's practically like a... hip-hop style Taoist priest!?

Xu Ming felt that his eyes had been defiled.

"I never expected that a mouse would wander in and share my joy just as the ceremony was about to succeed."

Azami Nakiri opened his arms to Xu Ming, raised them slightly, and smiled happily.

Judging from his expression, he seemed very happy.

That makes sense, though, it'll be midnight in 30 minutes.

The ceremony was about to be completed, and a long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled. The joy that came from the bottom of his heart was something that even someone as shrewd as Azami Nakiri could not resist.

"Sorry, Boss. My superiors instructed me that the experiment cannot go wrong, so I have to get rid of this kid."

A black man with a hip-hop style stepped forward, staring fiercely at Xu Ming.

Azami Nakiri thought for a moment, nodded, and apologized to Xu Ming with a completely insincere expression:

"Young man, it's such a pity you won't be able to witness this great moment."

Xu Ming's eyes flickered.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Of course, it's to allow my beloved daughter to be reborn from the ashes and evolve into a higher level of existence!"

Azami Nakiri stared fervently at Erina inside the crystal coffin, his eyes burning with a passion that could melt steel. This intense emotion had completely transcended the boundaries of a normal father-daughter relationship.

Xu Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

This guy is definitely a wicked father, and the kind that's beyond saving.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The black man rudely interrupted Azami Nakiri's heartfelt speech, staring at Xu Ming with a ferocious expression.

"Kid, judging from your appearance, you must be someone in the industry."

You're unlucky to have met me today. I'm skilled in Wakanda's witchcraft, and I also learned some amazing Maoshan Taoist arts from China. Only a genius like me could come up with the brilliant idea of ​​combining the two.

The most powerful magic is the one that combines the magic of the two major religions!

I declare that you are going to die a horrible death today! Even Jesus can't save you, I'm telling you!

As he spoke, he pulled out a voodoo doll made of tattered cloth from his pocket, pasted a yellow paper talisman on the voodoo doll, then took out a long bone needle, pressed it against the doll's forehead, and looked at Xu Ming with a malicious expression.

Xu Ming stared nervously at the strange black wizard, his hands gripping the phone and crowbar so tightly they turned slightly white.

He had only recently come into contact with the underworld, and all the superstitious legends of the past had now become reality. He was now facing African witchcraft, known for its vicious and bizarre methods!

"Kid, die!"

The black wizard grinned maliciously and forcefully pierced the voodoo doll's head with a wooden needle.

puff!

With a soft sound, the sharp bone needle pierced through the doll's outer skin in an instant.

In the black wizard's sight, a cloud of black smoke emerged from the voodoo doll whose head had been pierced, and flew toward Xu Ming, who was completely unaware of it.

The black wizard couldn't help but grin as he thought about Xu Ming's miserable fate.

Chapter 132 The Mad Father

Back when he was traveling in China, he found a Taoist priest dressed like a vagrant in a secluded alley. He spent $50,000 to obtain a book called "The Exorcism Manual of the Zombie Taoist Priest".

After opening the manual and reading only one page, he felt as if he had seen God.

The various profound spells above opened the door to a new world for him!

Ultimately, with his genius ideas and unparalleled talent, he combined African witchcraft with the Taoist arts of the Celestial Empire in this secret manual to create a unique curse magic that belonged only to him.

With this self-created magical spell, he even cursed and killed a wizard whose cultivation and strength were superior to his own, thus gaining great fame.

Once you fall victim to his curse, you will immediately rot and stiffen like a zombie, dying a miserable death in agony.

However, just as the black wizard was watching the black smoke rush towards Xu Ming with a smug look on his face, the black smoke was suddenly hit by an invisible heavy blow, and with a "pop!" it completely dispersed, then slowly dissipated into the air.

"What happened?! WTF!?"

The black wizard's eyes widened suddenly.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes staring coldly at him from the void behind Xu Ming.

These eyes, crystal clear and more dazzling than rubies, coldly look down upon all living things in the world.

The black wizard involuntarily shivered.

Just then, he suddenly saw a dazzling light flash in those eyes.

And then... he died!?

In front of Xu Ming and Azami Nakiri, the black wizard looked as if he had been grabbed by the head and feet by two invisible hands, lifted into the air, and then... twisted into a pretzel!

Whoosh!

A massive amount of blood gushed out like a fountain.

Blood splattered in all directions and splashed onto the floor, forming a blooming flower of blood.

pat!

A disfigured corpse fell to the ground, landing right in the middle of a giant blood flower, becoming its stamen.

This scene looks incredibly bloody and cruel, yet it possesses a morbid beauty.

For a moment, the observatory was completely silent.

Standing to the side, Azami Nakiri, whose face was sprayed with blood, finally came to his senses and pointed at Xu Ming in terror, saying:

"What did you do!?"

Xu Ming was also confused by this scene. Upon hearing Azami Nakiri's words, he quickly waved his hand.

"It wasn't me! I didn't do it! Don't talk nonsense!"

Just kidding, this isn't some kind of 'ghostly' ritual for the dead, it's murder! Who would dare take on such a culpable crime, especially since he himself is completely clueless about it?

"Did he fail in his spell and suffer a backlash from it?"

Xu Ming cautiously offered a plausible suggestion.

"Then let's just say that."

Although he comes from a family with a long history of culinary expertise, Azami Nakiri is still just an ordinary person. This can be seen from his attitude towards the black wizard earlier; he is still quite wary of these extraordinary individuals.

At that moment, the two sides instantly reached a tacit understanding.

However, Xu Ming's action quickly shattered the tacit understanding that the two had just developed, and the atmosphere became tense again.

Xu Ming suddenly raised his phone and took a picture of the banner.

After a dazzling flash, the tattered banner snapped in two with a crack!

A sound like shattering glass suddenly filled the air.

At the same time, the voice of a piglet came through telepathy.

"Xu Ming! Xu Ming! The barrier has broken! We're coming in right away!"

Xu Ming seemed to realize that this banner was actually the key element controlling the outer barrier.

However, only the barrier that defended against external enemies was destroyed; the ritual formation seemed to be based on a different foundation than the barrier.

When the banner was destroyed, the evil magic circle beneath the crystal coffin suddenly emitted a flickering red light, somewhat like a faulty light bulb, but eventually the red light on the magic circle stabilized.

Xu Ming thought to himself, "What a pity."

"You brat! What have you done!?"

A fierce shout rang out, and Azami Nakiri's expression turned terrifying, his eyes turning bloodshot as he stared intently at him.

His expression was one of utter savagery, as if he wanted to devour his flesh and drink his blood dry.

The next second, Xu Ming's expression changed drastically.

It seems that his actions of destroying the banners and affecting the formation severely provoked Azami Nakiri.

Suddenly, Azami Nakiri pulled a black pistol from his pocket and pointed it at him.

"Kid! You think you can stop me? You think you can stop me?!"

Erina will become the goddess of the new world! No one can stop me!

At this moment, Azami Nakiri looked completely deranged, his hand gripping the pistol trembling uncontrollably, causing the dark muzzle of the gun to shake violently. Xu Ming watched in terror, fearing that the pistol might accidentally discharge and shoot him.

He can strike hard against the 'strange', but he can only cower before a gun.

"You've broken the rules. Aren't you afraid of being wanted by the people in the underworld?"

Xu Ming spoke cautiously, trying to avoid provoking the other party.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Azami Nakiri's eyes, but it quickly turned into determination and madness.

“I have no qualifications, I’m not from the underworld. Killing you would just be a regular murder case, and I’ve already become an American citizen. What can the Japanese police do to me? At worst, I’ll just have to pay more bail.”

Xu Ming's heart skipped a beat; this was indeed a loophole in that rule.

Although the rules do not allow people in the underworld to use modern weapons, nor do they allow hiring hitmen to commit murder.

But this situation is an exception.

Even if Xu Ming is beaten to death, it will only be treated as an ordinary crime.

A person from the underworld couldn't even beat an ordinary person. How pathetic! He should just leave the group!