I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"Millions of troops, all demon eliminators across the country...Although it's a bit exaggerated, who would let so many people be killed and polluted by the Huangquan army?"

After reading the manuscript, Yayi Yonglin let out a sigh.

This time the mutation was true, and the whole of Japan was hurt, and it needed to recuperate.

"Huiyin, what do you plan to do next? This is not a story, so let's stop here."

"What else can I do, let Emperor Toba, who made a big mistake, abdicate. He is already quite incompetent, so it's good to replace him with someone else."

Kamibaizawa Huiyin stated the ending she envisioned, and even planned to write directly that the new emperor ordered the national tax exemption and reduction of burdens, so as to avoid further troubles.

"Okay, just do as you said, how long will it take to deliver the manuscript?"

"Let me take a nap first. It will probably take two days after I wake up..."

Chapter 651 Underworld Change · Singularity Restoration

Right and wrong hall, judgment hall.

Taking advantage of the gap in the trial, Siji Yingji sorted out the documents on the case table.

In order to make a verdict on the deceased as soon as possible, all the serving Yan Mos are working overtime for the trial.

Although those who returned to the Yang Dynasty did not need to be tried, the casualties caused by the underworld mutation were in the millions.

After several days of hard work, the piles of work are still piled up, and there is no sign of any reduction, which is desperate.

And this is the result of the good soul being screened out by the Westward Demon in advance.

Otherwise, the workload of Yan Mo and the gods of death will increase by several orders of magnitude.

After gathering the documents, Siji Yingji picked up the gavel again and knocked heavily, starting the next judgment.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on with Komachi. It's rare to get her a leave of absence, but she insists on running to row a boat. I'm really out of my mind."

At this moment, Santu River.

Onozuka Komachi stood at the stern of the boat, and with every stroke of the oar in his hand, he could send the boat a long way.

The ferry boat was full of souls of the dead, men, women and children. They crowded together in embarrassment, like a slave ship in the black triangle trade.

This is also a matter of no choice, after all, there are too many souls waiting to go to the other shore, so we can only let each ship squeeze as many souls as possible.

According to the ferry rules of the underworld, the width of the Santu River will change according to the amount of ferry money collected before the Death's extradition.

The so-called ferry money does not refer to the property owned by the deceased during his lifetime, but the sum of the money spent on him by the close and close people of the deceased.

The more money for the ferry, the shorter the distance on the Santu River, and the sooner you can reach the Judgment Hall to meet Yan Mo, so that you can reincarnate and reincarnate as soon as possible.

In the past, the performance of the Shinigami all depended on luck.

It may be that all the poor ghosts are received on a ship, or there may be a few wealthy ones occasionally.

But now, in order to shorten the distance and time of the round trip, each ship of the god of death will be arranged to be stuffed with a rich man.

Onozuka Komachi's boat was stuffed with a guy named Miurasuke Yoshiaki, who was said to have held a high official position during his lifetime and was a general of a secular dynasty.

This guy is indeed very arrogant, and it may be that he just died and hasn't figured out the situation, and he wants to get special treatment by virtue of his status as a nobleman and his position as a general.

When he was arranged to board the boat, he cursed furiously, saying that he would never take the same boat with the untouchables, saying that this was a great insult to him.

Immediately, several big and powerful ghosts gathered around and had a cordial and friendly physical exchange with Yoshiaki Miura, who had a strong opinion.

After a lot of punching and kicking, the ghost messengers didn't bother to bother, gagged his mouth, tied his limbs, and threw him onto the boat like a dead pig.

"They're all dead and still put on the stinky airs of nobles, and they don't open their eyes to see where this is."

Onozuka Komachi complained angrily and gave instructions to the clerk in charge of registration.

"Add another crime to him, hindering the normal operation of the official affairs of the underworld."

No matter what other crimes Miura Suekyoaki was charged with before his death, this one alone is enough to cover the cost of his hell tour for ten years.

Besides, Komachi Onozuka could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely not clean, and with Shiki Eihime's hard-faced style, it is estimated that he could be happy for more than a hundred years.

With the blessing of the ferry money, the ferry quickly docked gently, and Lisa, who was holding a sickle, was already waiting on the shore to receive the soul.

"Senior Komachi, are you still able to hold on? If you are tired, let me row the boat instead, and you can take a rest on the shore."

"Are you going to paddle?"

Komachi sensed Lisara's kindness, but she still refused bluntly.

"You don't even have the ability to manipulate the distance. The time wasted in one row is enough for me to go back and forth twice. Just do your own work honestly. Don't keep thinking about me."

After being reprimanded, Lisala lowered her head unconsciously, with an aggrieved expression on her face, but she still did not give up her persuasion.

"But Komachi-senpai, you haven't rested since you woke up. Master Siji has specially granted you a vacation, so that you can take a good rest at home..."

"Okay, okay, I know my own body well."

After driving the soul ashore, Komachi threw Miurasuke at Lisara's feet, and quickly paddled away without stopping.

"Now is not the time to rest. Everyone who has the ability to manipulate the distance is all floating on the water. There is no reason for me to run away."

Looking at the back of Onozuka Komachi gradually going away, Lisa La sighed helplessly, and couldn't help feeling admiration and longing in her heart.

Although she lacks work experience, she is still an honors student who graduated from the Shinigami Academy with excellent grades. She is not a fool.

After getting along for such a long time, Lisa has long seen through Onozuka Komachi's true character and the essence of her fondness for fishing.

At the time of the bet, Komachi-senpai probably didn't go out to conduct a serious investigation, but really went to sleep in a tree.

In this regard, Lisa is still somewhat disillusioned.

She has always acted seriously and strictly disciplined herself, she really couldn't agree with Onozuka Komachi's approach.

Lisala even thought about it, trying to find a reason to apply to Shiki Yingji to replace herself with a more suitable senior.

But before she could make a decision, the Huangquan Incident broke out suddenly, and all the employees in the underworld were thrown into the confrontation of the disaster.

Only in a crisis can the true nature be revealed.

Lisa saw a series of performances by Onozuka Komachi, and her evaluation of her changed again.

It is true to touch fish in ordinary times, and it is also true to be the first to rush up when something goes wrong.

This is also the reason why Shikieihime tolerates Komachi's laziness.

Otherwise, with her stubborn personality, how could she allow freeloaders to appear under her command? She would have told Komachi to get out of here long ago.

How to play fish and be lazy without being fired by your boss should be regarded as the workplace survival wisdom unique to Onozuka Komachi.

On the shore, Lisara raised her hand like a trumpet and shouted at Onozuka Komachi.

"Senior Komachi, be safe——!"

"Oh, I got it, I got it."

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Three days later.

At dawn, the dilapidated Lost Shrine.

On the altar, the old man of the mountain stood leaning on his sword, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Shangbaizawa Huiyin stood behind the old man of the mountain, holding the compiled "Zaonv Tale" in her hand, with a nervous expression.

The change in Huangquan began here, and naturally it will end here, and Huiyin also needs the help of the altar to complete her mission.

In the area away from the altar, Shiori Hakurei, Meihong Fujiwara and Kaguya Horai gathered together to watch, waiting for the auspicious time to come.

When the morning sun has just emerged from the horizon and sheds the first ray of morning light on the sky and the earth, the first evening bell comes quietly at dawn.

"Hey—!"

The old man on the mountain slowly raised the sword of death, the dark blue fire rising from his eye sockets, and the gray death energy filled the sky and covered the sky.

"Listen clearly, Wanzhong has revealed to me..."

As the voice fell, a huge golden mechanical clock appeared behind him, shining brightly.

"This is the end of everything, the end of equality of all beings. Even if it is an illusory concept, I will kill it here!!"

The pointer on the dial gradually approached the direction of the Roman numeral twelve, and the sword of death was wrapped and covered with dark fire and dead air.

With the movement of the pointer, the aura of the old man on the mountain became more and more terrifying, and the concept of death was further strengthened.

"Hey—!"

The melodious and heavy sound of the evening bell echoed in the sky, heralding the coming of death and the return of order.

"I am the man of the mountain, the man who came from the deep valley, and now follow the destiny to overthrow the death of the innocent and erase the history of chaos and collapse!!"

Scarlet blood flashed in the eyes of the old man of the mountain, and the pitch-black sword in his hand was raised high.

"This feather of death! Decapitated here!!"

In the underworld, Shiki Yingji made appropriate arrangements in advance to gather the souls waiting for their return to the sun.

After the man on the mountain successfully assassinated history, the souls emitted a dazzling white light and floated high into the sky like Kongming lanterns, and the souls returned.

After cutting out with a sword, the old man of the mountain threw the sword of death into the air, and You Lian of Xixing Temple emerged out of thin air, and took over the big black sword.

"Go, You Lian."

"The evening bell has not stopped yet. Follow the guidance of destiny and end your karma."

On the altar, Shangbaize Huiyin took a deep breath and began to use the ability to swallow history.

This is an extremely difficult challenge for her, because she not only wants to revise history, but also revises the memory of all Japanese people.

Even her grandfather only used his abilities to cover the capital of Ping'an last time, but could not cover the entire Dongpu.

What the old Bai Ze couldn't do, it would be even more impossible for her, a little girl who didn't even inherit the name of Bai Ze.

Therefore, Shangbaizawa Huiyin needs a little help in the process of exerting her ability, and uses external forces to achieve her goals.

One is to use the altar at your feet to perform rituals to expand the influence of your abilities.

The second is the magic power of Yakumo Zi, the sage of monsters.

"The realm of strong and weak."

"The realm of shrinking and expanding."

"The realm of remembering and forgetting."

Yakumo Murasaki reversed the three realms one after another, and with the help of Shirasawa Keine's ability, all the four Japanese islands were included.

Bai Ze girl first deleted everyone's original memories, and then slowly filled the gaps with her own new history.

Emperor Toba, whose reputation has plummeted, announced his abdication, and his eldest son succeeded him as Emperor Sutoku. Dongying officially ushered in a new era, the first year of Tenji.

The collapsed history was buried, and Heian-kyo returned to daily life, and the bustling traffic and prosperity of the past were restored.

On Arashiyama outside the city, Ashiya Michiman overlooked the capital city as if nothing had happened, with complicated eyes and sudden tears.

After completing the enchantment of the nether light, he passed out on the altar, and when he woke up, the change in the underworld was over.

Ashiya Domitsu didn't know how the mutation ended, and he didn't care about it, he stumbled and left Yokai Mountain alone.

Although he has a heart of steel that is hard for ordinary people to match, the failure to pursue his ideals still has a considerable impact on him.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing at this place, witnessing with his own eyes how the dilapidated Heian capital ushered in the changes at dawn.

Faced with the restoration of the prosperous capital of the past, Ashiya Michiman couldn't help crying when he thought of everything that happened in the Underworld Incident.

He didn't feel that his choice was wrong, but that he might have acted too hastily, and the human race was not yet ready to overthrow the nobles.

Therefore, the goals I set up only achieved the burial of the gods, and the rest of the vision still needs to be entrusted to the future.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. The bright future of the human race will be fought for by the living, and so will all living beings."

However, he probably couldn't see that day coming. As the mastermind who planned the change in Huangquan, he will be liquidated by all parties.

Ashiya Michimitsu's desire to survive was not high, and he even planned to kill him because he was tired, very tired.

Or, simply let him do it himself, let the life end in his own hands, such an ending is not bad.

"Are you going to kill yourself? Stop this senseless behavior."

A voice sounded behind Ashiya Michimitsu, with a bit of admonition to the old friend.

"You who returned to Yang through the Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice, can't kill yourself now, Master Daoman."