People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the cold wind blew violently.

Countless Japanese ghosts were annihilated, sucked into the air by the huge suction force and thrown into the yellow talisman.

In this whole little world.

The black fog with all kinds of ghost lights and even the red flowers of the other shore are things that have always existed in this small world.

It was as if he had encountered a tornado and was sucked into the huge yellow talisman.

"Who is it? Who is absorbing the essence of this small world? Where did this thief come from?"

A huge, sharp voice echoed in the small world.

at this time.

The huge yellow talisman disappeared in a flash.

Including Fang Zuo's soul.

Chapter 252: Yama Palace, Book of Life and Death, Fang Zuo's Choice

Inside the bedroom of the Iwasaki family villa.

The old woman dressed as a cleaning attendant who combed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's hair walked in.

"What's going on, Mrs. Lunpeng, did you get it?" Iwasaki Hayabusa asked anxiously.

"I got it." The old woman nodded and took out a few strands of long hair tied with red ropes.

The middle-aged man next to him took out a champagne glass and placed it on the table in front of Iwasaki Hayato.

Iwasaki Hayabusa looked at the faint lipstick mark on the champagne glass and his blood boiled.

I can't wait to smell and taste it myself.

I have already investigated it myself.

Although Shiraishi Nagimitsu was indeed married, it was a miserable marriage.

And I can give her happiness for the rest of her life.

"Are you sure, Mrs. Lunpeng?" Iwasaki Hayabusa said to the old woman.

Mrs. Lumpong said nothing. She took out a piece of yellow paper and slowly wiped the lipstick marks on the champagne glass. Then she folded the lipstick-stained paper into a strange shape.

"There aren't many people in Japan who can escape our magic, but our magic has limited influence. Mr. Iwasaki Hayabusa, let me explain first: our Southeast Asian black magic and Kumantong don't make someone fall in love instantly. They simply create a kind of hallucination and mental trance when you appear." The old woman said as she pulled out a Yin card carved with skulls.

"This kind of illusion can only make her feel a sense of familiarity towards you. How to develop it next depends on your own actions."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I know I need to fight for these things myself. Just create some prerequisites for me so that she doesn't hate me." Iwasaki Hayabusa nodded.

As long as she doesn't hate me and lets herself get closer, I will be sure to catch up with this beautiful congresswoman.

Iwasaki Hayabusa seemed to see the happiness in the future.

Colors flickered in his pupils.

The old woman nodded.

The middle-aged man next to him immediately took out a piece of bright red cloth and spread it on the table.

Then place the incense altar and candles.

After the old woman muttered something, she picked up the Yin card on the table and shook it continuously.

Accompanied by weird and twisted footsteps, shaking his head.

at this time.

In a Lexus heading towards downtown Tokyo.

Among the miscellaneous items piled in the trunk, a strange-looking little doll that had been placed there at some unknown time moved.

An illusory and eerie Kumantong slowly crawled from the trunk to the back seat of the Lexus.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu in the back row was checking emails on her cell phone.

Mei Shiraishi looked at the night view outside the window boredly.

Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood up, he sensed some inexplicable danger, and looked towards Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

I saw a black gas falling from the sky and trying to rush into Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.

at the same time.

A transparent, fist-sized ghost doll with a sinister smile slowly crawled over using all four limbs.

"Be careful." Mei Shiraishi shouted suddenly and reached out to grab the doll.

suddenly.

A faint golden light flickered on Shiraishi Nagi's body.

The black gas that fell from the sky was instantly swallowed by the light.

The ghost doll was illuminated by the golden light, and all kinds of expressions of fear were reflected on its horrific face. It didn't even have time to scream before it turned into ashes in an instant.

It all happened in just a second.

It was so fast that the witness, Mei Shiraishi, didn't have time to react.

"What are you being careful about?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Shiraishi Mei in surprise.

"Nothing... nothing." Shiraishi Mei reached out and took a hair from Shiraishi Nagi's shoulder: "A hair fell off."

Shiraishi Nagi rolled her eyes: "Is it because I haven't beaten you recently that you're itching again?"

Mei Shiraishi chuckled twice, turned her head and looked out the window again, with deep doubts in her heart.

What's going on with this golden light? Who is protecting my sister?

Mei Shiraishi is finding it increasingly difficult to understand her sister.

What happened when I was away?

Inside the bedroom of the Iwasaki family.

'puff. '

The old woman turned her head and spat a mouthful of blood on Iwasaki Hayato's white suit.

The white suit was spotted with scarlet spots, looking extremely scary.

"Iwasaki Hayabusa!!! Who is she? Is she really just a council member?" The old woman, her face covered in blood, shouted with a ferocious expression, "My Kumantong, the Kumantong I've tamed for decades...is dead."

"He's really just a congressman." Iwasaki Hayabusa was a little scared when he saw the miserable look on the face of this Southeast Asian sorcerer who had served his family for many years.

"No, that's not right. There is a powerful being protecting her. You are killing me." The old woman saw everything clearly from the Kumantong's vision.

Such a vast golden light is not something that wizards like them can contend with.

This Shiraishi Nagimitsu is someone that he can't afford to offend.

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Fang Zuo's field of vision shifted, passing through layers of space.

Came to a huge dilapidated hall.

Dozens of sky-high pillars support the roof of the temple, which is dozens of meters high.

Fang Zuo looked around and walked to the shabby hall table.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as the scenes in movies and TV dramas, and I really came here.

Where are the Black and White Impermanence and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face?

The judge, Yama, and the little ghosts were all gone.

The plaque of the Yama Hall was hanging at an angle, and it looked like it would fall down at any moment.

The empty lobby was filled with several sets of torture instruments covered in dust.

Is there ashes in the underworld?

"Of course there isn't any. People turned into ashes, ghosts turned into ashes, they are all ashes."

A gloomy voice was heard, and Fang Zuo turned his head to look.

How could I not have noticed that there was someone else here?

And you can hear your own voice.

Fang Zuo looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw his left hand casually placed on the drum of an old Shengtang drum in the corner of the wall, and a bulging and aging face was looking at me.

His face was haggard, his eyes were dull, his mouth was black and hollow, and he only had two teeth left.

The realm is not low....

Monster?

Not like that, there is no evil spirit.

What is this?

"Nascent Soul cultivator? Great, great." Zhang Laogu was surprisingly happy to see Fang Zuo arrive, as if he saw hope. "I never thought that after all these years, I've taken away so many wandering souls who strayed into the underworld, and now I've seen the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"Old... Senior." Fang Zuo considered it for a moment. Since he had been seen through by the other party, he should be polite in a strange place. "Where have all the ghosts and gods gone here?"

"Gone...all gone. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky are gone. Ghosts, demons, and immortals are all gone. Not a single one is left."

Lao Gu spoke of this weakly, with a look of loneliness on his face.

"Gone? Why did they leave? Where did they go?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I've gone outside. There's no other way. The spiritual energy has dried up, the incense is no longer pure, and even the way of heaven is gone." Lao Gu swallowed his saliva.

"Forget about the underworld. Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is gone from the entire underworld. Even the Heavenly Palace above was emptied long ago. Not even a single glazed tile is left."

"All gone?"

Fang Zuo looked at the dilapidated Yama Palace.

It has indeed been almost moved.

Even the dark dragons circling above a dozen large pillars disappeared.

Only a blank and huge dragon-shaped mark was left.

A complex emotion filled Fang Zuo's heart.

Sure enough, they were all gone.

It feels like being abandoned.

From now on, monks will no longer have a home or a goal.

in case.

There will be more monks in the future.

Fang Zuo sighed.

Among the complex emotions, there is also a sense of loneliness that I have never experienced before.

Although he has always walked this path alone, he knows that countless people have walked it before him.

They are all ahead, waiting for me to surpass them.

But now...

"Senior, the underworld is empty. How will human souls be reincarnated in the future?" Fang Zuo asked.

The old drummer frowned, and a drumstick flew up from the ground, scratching the drumhead and making it thump. "The souls of the dead are no longer under the control of this place. From now on, there will be no judgment of good and evil among the souls, and human ethics will be in chaos.

"If it's not this person's responsibility, then who else should take care of it? Where does that person go after he dies? Doesn't he need to be reincarnated?" Fang Zuo was very surprised.

"How is the outside world operating now? How can I know?" Lao Gu threw his drumstick aside, sighed, and showed a helpless expression on his face: "If you want to know, you will know it naturally when you reach a certain level or die."

"Oh, that's right. The Buddha and the Three Pure Ones are all gone. What are you still trying to cultivate to be immortal or to attain the Tao in the mortal world? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to reach your level."

Lao Gu glared and muttered to himself.

"Senior, why don't you leave?"