My life in Tokyo

The body fell to the ground, and Buluo's head rolled on the ground, with confusion and puzzlement still on his face.

"Have someone clean up the place." Lin Yuansheng said disdainfully, "Also, take out these bodies and let the sorcerer claim them. Didn't he say he had a collection? See if anyone knows him and pack up all his collection and bring it back."

"Yes."

The prince was already accustomed to Lin Yuansheng's autocratic rule. He responded and turned to leave.

Lin Yuansheng turned and walked towards the parasitic zombie that had completely stopped moving.

When the master dies, the zombie also dies.

"Is it parasitic?"

Lin Yuansheng used his hand as a knife to chop open the zombie's head.

Just as Buluo said, the texture of this head is not like that of a normal human head. There is no brain matter, cerebellum, or skull. The entire head is made up of a mass of meat. The so-called facial features and hair are just simulated versions of the meat.

"A species that can host humans?"

Lin Yuansheng frowned slightly, feeling that this was something unusual.

If such species were to become rampant, it would probably cause great harm to the world.

Although Lin Yuansheng is not a righteous hero, he will also protect the environment in which he lives.

"I have just completed the second level of the Vajra Indestructible Body, and the remaining attribute points are enough for me to push the third and fourth levels to perfection, and completely perfect this martial art."

"I don't need to leave Nanyang for the time being."

"Let's go to this tribe and investigate the origin of this parasite so that we can arrange corresponding measures in advance."

Although he was not worried about being parasitized, if such a species became rampant on the earth, ordinary people like Sister Zaozhi and Senior Sister Qian would also face threats.

We have to take precautions in advance.

Chapter 194: Parasitic Beast 2

America, a small western town.

In the only pharmacy in town, the clerk was yawning and playing with his mobile phone, when someone pushed the door and walked in.

"Just take what you want to buy and pay at the front desk."

The clerk didn't even look up.

There are only more than a thousand people in this town, and basically everyone knows each other. There are few outsiders, so the staff in the stores in the town are not as busy as those in big cities and are much more relaxed.

The customer picked up some medicine in the store and came to the counter.

“I want to buy these.”

The voice was low and unfamiliar.

The clerk put down his phone and realized that the customer had covered himself so tightly that even his face could not be seen.

He was grumbling inwardly, and scanned the code to pay the bill, not forgetting to ask the other party where he was from, but the customer remained indifferent, leaving him with a cold shoulder.

“Can you sell this to me as well?”

Sudden.

The customer pointed at the clerk's cell phone and said.

The clerk thought the other party was playing a trick on him and was about to get angry when the customer placed a stack of green bills on the counter, at least $50,000. The clerk immediately changed his tone and smiled.

"Look at what you said, take whatever you want!"

"Can you keep it a secret that I bought medicine from you?"

The way people speak.

The clerk couldn't help but feel nervous, wondering if this was a fugitive from somewhere. But he looked at the bills on the counter again, gritted his teeth, and nodded in agreement.

No matter what kind of dangerous person he is, as long as he has money, he is God!

The guest carried the medicine and the clerk's cell phone out of the pharmacy, returned to the motel, took off his clothes and the mask on his face, revealing a pale and handsome face.

It was none other than the boxing master, Ogata Ikjinsai, who had lost contact with the dark group.

Ogata Ikjinsai took off his clothes and looked down at his body.

His body was covered in wounds, and his chest was wrapped in a thick bandage that was soaked in blood.

After removing the bandage, the sword scar on the chest, deep enough to see the bone, was clearly revealed.

"As expected of a great knight..."

The Fist Master whispered.

It truly is a prestigious existence in the other world.

Although the Fist Saint is a warrior, he has also heard of the reputation of the Great Knight. It is said that he is the descendant of the Holy Wind Knights. The Great Knight is different from ordinary knights. He is not an ordinary knight, but a knight who practices both magic and martial arts.

Only when one has reached the pinnacle in both magic and martial arts such as swordsmanship will one be awarded the title of "Great Knight".

The sword scar on the boxing saint's chest has the power of magic.

He fled the military base and tried every possible way to heal the sword wound, but no matter what method he used or what kind of secret medicine he applied, the sword wound could not be healed.

The Fist Master could only use his powerful body control ability to stop the bleeding and maintain normal activities as much as possible, but this unhealable sword wound also greatly reduced his strength.

Coupled with the dragnet set up by the United States,

The Boxing Master didn't even dare to contact the Dark Group and hid everywhere to avoid the US search. It was not until today, when he left Florida, that he felt a little relieved.

After changing the medicine, he took out the clerk's cell phone and was about to contact the chief Fenglinsi Suya, but stopped.

Although he had gotten rid of the tracking, the US was definitely still monitoring the signals in this area.

If you make an international long-distance call yourself, you will definitely be within the range of signal monitoring.

Ogata Ikjinsai exhaled slowly and dialed another number.

And this number,

He is the contact person of the Dark Group at its headquarters in America.

"I understand!" The contact said solemnly, "I will arrange for someone to come pick you up and escort you out first!"

"Caution comes first."

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Ogata Ikjinsai quickly packed his luggage, moved, and went to the town designated by the contact person to wait.

This wait lasted for two days.

What he got was an ordinary-looking American woman.

"Are you the Master of Boxing?" Although the woman looked ordinary, her voice was very nice.

After confirming each other's identities, the woman took the boxing master to the hotel, and then tore off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his beautiful face underneath. He turned out to be a beautiful blonde with a good figure.

The Fist Master frowned slightly.

Before leaving, he wrote down the appearance and names of the members of the American branch, but they did not match the girl in front of him.

"I am Vermouth, not a member of the Dark Group, but please rest assured! Our organization has a very close cooperative relationship with yours. This time, I received an order from the boss to send you out of America."

The blonde explained with a chuckle.

The boxing saint just nodded: "It's troublesome."

He was not nervous at all from beginning to end. In his eyes, this girl who called herself "Vermouth" was just an ordinary person.

Even if he was seriously injured, he could easily crush the other person to death, so he was not afraid of her any tricks.

Although Vermouth is an ordinary person, she has a very advanced disguise skill. She disguised Ogata Ikami-sai into an ordinary-looking European. He took the passport that had been prepared long ago, boarded a flight, and left America.

After leaving America, he was quickly picked up by the Dark Group and sent to a base in South America for recuperation.

"Ogata——"

On the big screen, the image of Fenglinsi Suiya appeared, but before he could greet her, he was interrupted by the Fist Saint.

"Chief, I have already found out the purpose of Marquis Vauban!"

The shadow was slightly startled, but remained silent for a while.

"I am not qualified to know about this matter. I will pass it on to the Martial Arts Queen and she will talk to you in person."

After saying that, the video conversation ended. The boxing saint looked at the big screen, feeling a rare mix of emotions.

The King of Martial Arts.

The leader of the Five Hells Holy Religion.

He rules the Eastern martial arts world and is the leader of East Asian warriors.

The God Slayer, also known as the [Devil King].

They seized the supreme power held by the gods, held the authority they usurped by killing the gods, and used it to rule over mortal humans on earth.

The Fist Master had only heard of the name of the God Slayer but had never seen him in person.

at last,

In his waiting.

The big screen lit up again, and opposite the screen, sat a beautiful girl. The girl was wearing a martial robe with a dragon and phoenix pattern, and sat on the majestic dragon throne. She looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate and beautiful facial features and a bit of laziness.

But when the boxing master saw this girl, he felt his martial artist's instincts tremble.

"Tell me the results of your investigation, and I will reward you accordingly."

The girl's voice was as clear and melodious as the cry of a phoenix.

Ogata Ikjinsai lowered his head and told everything about the [Ceremony of Ascension to the Gods] without reservation.

"Apotheosis Ceremony."

The girl held her fair chin in her hand and lowered her head in thought.

"Interesting, the Marquis de Vauban has found an interesting new toy."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and a smile appeared on her delicate and noble face: "Your information is very important to me. What kind of gift do you want... Well, are you injured?"

"I was badly wounded in a battle with the great knight." Ogata Ikishino took off the bandage helplessly, revealing the sword wound.

Wuxia King: "It is a protection that destroys demons. As a warrior, it is naturally difficult for you to eradicate such a curse."

She raised it casually.

Ogata Ikjinsai only heard a loud phoenix cry, and when he looked up, he saw an incredible scene.

On the big screen, I saw a phoenix spread its wings and fly out, turning from illusion into reality, hovering above my head, with faint starlight swaying on its beautiful wings.

Then,

The boxing master felt a tingling sensation in his chest. He looked down and saw that the sword wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen had healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not just as simple as healing his injuries. The Fist Master felt as light as a swallow, and the starlight cast by the Phoenix caused the energy in his body to grow explosively.

"This is your compensation for my injury."

The martial arts king called back the Phoenix with a faint smile.

"Tell me your wish, warrior. Whether you want a long life or more powerful strength, I can satisfy you."

The Fist Master fell silent.

He had certainly heard of the gift from the King of Martial Arts.

In the past, there were even ordinary people who gained wealth comparable to that of a country just by making the King of Martial Arts happy. Even martial artists with strong self-esteem would flock to the gift from the King of Martial Arts.

What do I need?

Wealth, I already have it.

In terms of strength, I have also reached the level of a master, but the road of martial arts has also come to an end.

"King, please allow me to change this wish into a question."