Reincarnation Paradise: The Void Debt Collector

Dio tapped the blank lower right corner of the parchment. There was an inconspicuous black spot there, as if it had been accidentally printed there.

This is not a typographical error.

If you enlarge the black dot in the lower right corner, you will find that it is actually a sentence. The content is simple, but extremely important: "Lin Yi does not need to comply with the above content."

This contract seems fair, but it is actually a one-way contract.

It can only restrain Dio from attacking Lin Yi, but it cannot restrain Lin Yi from attacking Dio.

If Dio signs the contract without reading it carefully, he will be in an extremely passive situation.

Seeing Dio's actions, Lin Yi did not show any displeasure or surprise, and re-drafted a contract.

This time, the contract was clean, without any black spots or other suspicious marks.

Dio took the contract, read it carefully twice, and signed his name only after confirming that it was correct.

The parchment spontaneously combusted the moment the signature was completed, and turned into a wisp of green smoke that disappeared into the air. At the same time, a mysterious force appeared on the two of them, which was a sign that the contract had taken effect.

"You can do whatever you want with Wu Han when the time comes. When the job is done, give me the blue Bianhua."

"No problem. We are still enemies right now, so don't alert them."

Dio stood up, his figure gradually became blurred in the jungle, and finally disappeared in front of Lin Yi and Ubuyashiki Yoya.

Chapter 76 The man behind the scenes

It was late at night in the Shogun's Palace in Kyoto, Japan, but a faint light still came from the room of the butler Fujiwara Masao.

In this era, the power of the shogun was still at its peak, and Fujiwara Masao, although he had no official position, became the object of many officials' vying to make friends because of his unique status.

The officials hoped that through him, they could convey a few good words to the general and thus advance further in their careers.

But Fujiwara Masao is not someone who can be easily persuaded.

The reason why he was able to sit firmly in the position of steward in the general's mansion and maintain the general's trust for a long time was precisely because he knew how to use the art of conversation.

In this mansion full of intrigues and interests, knowing when to speak and when to remain silent is a science that requires careful consideration.

However, Fujiwara Masao had a problem, which was that he would feel dizzy when exposed to the sun, so the general adjusted Fujiwara Masao's working hours to night time.

There was a sudden gust of wind behind Fujiwara Masao. He did not turn around, but stopped the work in his hands and waited quietly.

A moment later, a man in black ninja clothing appeared in his sight and knelt on one knee in the middle of the room.

"What's the matter?" Fujiwara Masao's tone was very calm, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

He turned around slowly, staring sharply at the ninja in front of him, waiting for his answer.

The ninja kept his head down, his voice low and firm: "Sir, there is urgent information." As he spoke, he handed over a sealed letter.

Fujiwara Masao nodded slightly. This ninja was just one of the many intelligence networks he controlled. They were like ghosts in the night, silently shuttling through the streets of Kyoto, collecting all kinds of intelligence for him and carrying out secret missions.

In this turbulent era, Fujiwara Masao's identity is far more than just a steward in the Shogun's mansion.

He is a thousand-year lurker, a master of disguise that no one can see through.

He once fished by the river as a fisherman, wandered around the market as a commoner, and even spoke in the court as a noble prince.

No matter when or where, he can blend himself in perfectly without revealing any flaws.

As the ninja finished speaking, a blood shadow suddenly flashed in Fujiwara Masao's hand.

The entire room was instantly shrouded in a layer of blood-red light, as if it was dyed with a strange color.

Under the reflection of this light, Fujiwara Masao's face began to change.

His eyes turned blood red, flashing with an eerie light, and his appearance gradually returned from that of an old man to that of a handsome young man.

After opening the envelope and looking at the information inside, Fujiwara Masao nodded. He was not surprised by the result.

"Muzan Kibutsuji died tragically? Who killed him? A pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, or the little demon who was reported to have the Sun Breathing?"

To him, the death of Muzan Kibutsuji seemed like a predetermined ending.

During the Warring States Period, the rampage of Muzan Kibutsuji plunged the whole of Japan into chaos and darkness, and the people suffered.

In order to maintain his normal life, Fujiwara Masao had to secretly support the Demon Slayer Corps, hoping that they could curb the madness of Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Neither. It's a foreigner named Dio Brando." The ninja's voice trembled a little. "According to the information from the evil spirit's spy, the other party's bloodline level seems to be much higher than Muzan Kibutsuji. With just one order, Muzan Kibutsuji couldn't resist the pressure of his bloodline and fell to his knees."

Hearing this, Fujiwara Masao, who was originally leaning on the tatami, suddenly sat up straight, staring at the ninja in front of him, as if he wanted to find out some clues from the other party.

His eyes were like two sharp knives, piercing straight into the ninja's heart, making the latter feel an inexplicable fear.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room became extremely depressing. The ninja felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him. Even breathing became extremely difficult, let alone making any sound.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

After more than ten seconds, Fujiwara Masao finally looked away, and the invisible pressure disappeared.

The ninja couldn't help but breathe heavily, as if he had just returned from the gates of hell.

He did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and immediately told Fujiwara Masao all the information he knew in detail.

Fujiwara Masao listened in silence, with no expression on his face.

"Very good! The idle chess piece Muzan Kibutsuji has finally played its due role." A sneer appeared on Fujiwara Masao's lips, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Fujiwara Masao slowly stood up, walked to the closet and opened the door.

Deep in the closet, there was a weathered black robe, and underneath it was a square scarf with only half of it remaining.

These two items are treasures that Fujiwara Masao has treasured for two thousand years and are his only connection with the past.

He gently stroked the black robe, feeling the traces of time with his fingertips.

This robe has witnessed his vicissitudes of life over the past two thousand years. Every time he touches it, it seems to take him back to that distant era.

The pattern on the scarf has become blurred, but Fujiwara Masao can still clearly recall what it looked like.

Two thousand years ago, in pursuit of immortality, Qin Shi Huang sent people to Japan to search for elixirs.

Fujiwara no Masao was the Xu Fu who was sent by Qin Shihuang.

When Xu Fu arrived in the still barren land of Japan, he accidentally discovered a magical race there.

This race possesses an incredibly long lifespan, and their blood contains powerful power, as if it is a gift from nature.

However, this race also has a weakness that they cannot overcome - they cannot face the sun directly.

Sunlight is like a deadly poison to them. Once exposed to the sun, their bodies will quickly collapse and their vitality will quickly fade away.

After Xu Fu discovered the secret of this race, an evil idea arose in his mind.

In Xu Fu's view, the bloodline of this race is the key to immortality.

Thus, a bloody massacre took place in Japan.

Xu Fu hunted down those creatures that could not face the sunlight one by one, and used their flesh, blood and bone marrow to refine the so-called elixir of immortality.

The moment the elixir of immortality was successfully refined, Xu Fu's heart was overwhelmed by greed. Looking at the pill that was shining with mysterious light, Xu Fu's heart was filled with desire for eternal life.

Japan was so far away from the Qin Dynasty that he didn't have to worry about Qin Shihuang sending someone to find him.

So he took the elixir of life himself.

However, Xu Fu did not expect that this pill would bring him not only eternal life, but also the weakness in the bloodline of that race.

This made Xu Fu only able to move around at night and become a being in the dark.

Chapter 77 Undercurrent

For thousands of years, the boys and girls brought by Xu Fu have multiplied and thrived on the land of Japan, gradually developed a unique civilization, and became the masters of this land.

Xu Fu himself was always troubled by the weaknesses in his blood.

He could not walk freely in the sunshine, and this restraint made him feel deeply painful and helpless.

In order to find a way to overcome the blood problem, Xu Fu spared no effort to study various ancient books and secret techniques.

He knew very well that only by getting rid of this weakness could he control his own destiny and become a true immortal.

In order to achieve the goal of removing the constraints of blood, Xu Fu carefully created a substitute, Muzan Kibutsuji, hoping that he could be used as a test subject to explore ways to overcome blood weaknesses.

Xu Fu revealed the precious information about the blue spider lily obtained from ancient books to Muzan Kibutsuji through the doctor, hoping that he could find this legendary flower and thus untie the blood shackles that were bothering him.

However, what Muzan Kibutsuji did was far beyond Xu Fu's expectations.

Over the past few hundred years, not only did he fail to find any trace of the blue spider lily, but he also wantonly created a large number of monsters with degraded bloodlines.

These monsters wreaked havoc across Japan, causing immeasurable damage to the society that Xu Fu had worked so hard to build.

It just so happened that Xu Fu met Tsugikoku Yoshiichi, a freak who had mastered the breathing method on his own, and he simply relied on him to establish the Demon Slayer Corps to stop the rampage of demons.

With the existence of the Demon Slayer Corps, the damage caused by Muzan Kibutsuji was quickly curbed.

Hundreds of years passed, and Xu Fu gradually let go and no longer interfered too much in the fight between the Demon Slayer Corps and Muzan Kibutsuji.

To him, the life and death of both parties is no longer important. The only thing he cares about is how to overcome the weaknesses in his blood and gain true freedom.

"There is another important piece of information."

"speak."

"A woman appeared in the Demon Slayer Corps. She was transformed into an evil demon by Muzan Kibutsuji, but she was not harmed by the sunlight. The leader asked me to inform you of this news immediately."

This news was undoubtedly a bombshell for Xu Fu.

The hand that was stroking the robe could not help but tremble a little. This slight shaking generated a huge force, which instantly turned the already fragile clothes into pieces and scattered on the ground like sand and dust eroded by time.

The ninja behind couldn't help but shudder when he saw Xu Fu's precious robe turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

They are well aware of the significance of this clothing to Xu Fu. It is not just an ordinary piece of clothing, but a witness to Xu Fu's thousand years of life, carrying his persistence and memories of the past.

Once, an accomplice accidentally touched the robe while moving, and as a result, Xu Fu ordered him to be executed by slow slicing in front of the entire organization that night.

The accomplice's wailing still echoes in their ears, as if reminding them how much Xu Fu cherished this dress.

A trace of imperceptible sadness flashed across Xu Fu's face, but it was quickly covered up by his deep eyes.

"Come here, drag him away and deal with him according to the law." Xu Fu's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion.

As he spoke, two nimble women immediately appeared from behind him and firmly grasped the ninja's arms.

The ninja was like a captured prey and did not dare to resist at all.

He knew very well that any resistance was futile and would only bring even greater disaster to himself and his loved ones.

Looking at the ninja's back being dragged away, Xu Fu's eyes were cold, without the slightest fluctuation or pity.

To him, this ninja was nothing more than an insignificant pawn that could be discarded at will when he was done with it.

He slowly turned around and walked towards the door of the room. After two thousand years, he finally saw hope of breaking free from the shackles of his bloodline.

"Finally, I've been waiting for this." Xu Fu murmured to himself, his voice revealing endless emotion and vicissitudes.

For the past two thousand years, he has been like a prisoner bound in darkness, longing for freedom and liberation all the time.

And now, Xu Fu finally saw the light.

With the successive actions of the Demon Slayer Corps, the evil spirits and Xufu, the atmosphere in the whole of Japan suddenly became tense.

This tension was like an invisible storm, quietly sweeping across every corner.

At night, the once bustling streets became deserted.

People returned home early and closed the doors and windows, for fear of being affected by the chaos in the outside world.

They reduced the time they spent outside, especially after nightfall, when few people dared to wander outside.

This change in atmosphere seemed like a tacit consensus.

Although people didn't know exactly what happened, they could feel the tension and anxiety in the air.

A day later, the members of the Demon Slayer Corps gathered. With the help of the Wisteria Family's strength and cover, nearly a thousand members of the Demon Slayer Corps dispersed and surrounded the Infinite Castle.

In the Infinite City, more than two hundred evil spirits gathered here. They gathered together and talked loudly, making the entire Infinite City shrouded in a turbulent atmosphere.

All I can say is that this guy Muzan Kibutsuji is too idle on weekdays.