In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Chapter 365: Power that you cannot understand

Honkatsu Taketada simply couldn't understand what had happened. Why did his men suddenly disappear?

He had never stopped thinking about words like "space deletion", but his instinct told him that the young man in front of him was very dangerous.

"Wait! Wait! Calm down, don't be impulsive. Don't you just want to get the list of the Quincy family? I'll give it to you! As long as you promise not to kill me!" Motokatsu Taketada said in a panic. Although this would mean he would no longer have the chance to turn the tables, none of this mattered in the face of life and death.

Yamabuki Ditang laughed even more happily: "Don't worry, I've already told you, I will never lie!"

Motokatsu Taketada tremblingly took the list out of his clothes and handed it to Yamabuki Detang. Yamabuki Detang did not expect that this person would carry such an important thing with him. When he opened it, he saw the names and addresses of many Quincy families written on it.

"Can I go now?" Motokatsu Taketada looked at Yamabuki Detang cautiously. Yamabuki Detang didn't say anything, but just lowered his head and looked at the list in his hand.

Motokatsu Taketada retreated little by little, and seeing that Yamabuki Detang had no reaction, he prepared to run quickly. After all, staying alive was the most important thing.

Just as he was about to leave Yamabuki Detang's sight, Yamabuki Detang suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, there's something wrong with your list. It's fake!"

Motokatsu Taketada froze in his tracks. "Impossible! Take a closer look! This thing can't be fake!"

"How dare you fool me with what you taught me? Are you tired of living?" Yamabuki Ditang put away the roster and looked at Motokatsu Taketada with a smile.

Only then did Honshin Taketada realize that the other party was trying to trick him: "How can you be so dishonest as to not keep your word?"

"I'm not human, I'm the God of Death. Besides..." Yamabuki Ditang snapped his fingers, and countless dark shadows appeared around him. They were the assassins of the Secret Mobile Unit. "See? I have so many people watching me. I dare not bend the law for personal gain! Everyone, find a good feng shui site and bury him!"

Motokatsu Taketada's face turned pale. He never expected that after all his efforts until today, he would end up being buried alive!

"You bunch of death gods, stop going too far!" Motokatsu Taketada was finally forced into a desperate situation. He gritted his teeth and took off his spirit-dispersing gloves. The spiritual pressure on his body exploded instantly, increasing tenfold.

His strength was already among the best among the Quincies, and now with the addition of the Spirit-Dispersing Gloves, he was indeed difficult to deal with.

The killers who rushed forward stopped and looked at Motokatsu Taketada vigilantly.

"Originally I didn't want to use this trick, but you forced me to do it. I won't stop until I kill all of you!" Motokatsu Taketada's face was full of grim smile.

But the next second, Honjo Taketada found that his hands had disappeared for no reason.

"Huh?" Motokatsu Taketada stared at his hands blankly. After a slight delay, blood spurted out of his body.

"I've already told you, you don't even understand what spatial deletion is. There's no way you can stand up to me!" Yamabuki Ditang retracted his hand: "Alright, everyone, get rid of him!"

After losing his hands, Motokatsu Taketada completely lost his ability to fight. He was dismembered in an instant by the killers and then buried in a random place.

By the time Yamabuki Detang returned to the battlefield, the battle was over. All of Honkatsu Taketada's subordinates were killed, leaving no one alive.

This was definitely the most terrifying day in the history of the Quincy in hundreds of years, falling from the peak to the bottom in one day.

Shihouin Chihiro saw Yamabuki Detang return and hurried to greet him. Before he could say anything, Yamabuki Detang threw the roster over to him and said, "This is the roster of participants in this event that I found from the Quincy leader. We'll purge everyone one by one. The Second Division is most familiar with this kind of work. Do I need to explain more?"

Chihiro Shihouin opened the roster and found dozens of Quincy families marked on it. Some of these families had hundreds of people, while others had only dozens. For the Second Division, it was not even a job.

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Shifengyuan Chihiro put away the roster.

Yamabuki Toto suddenly remembered the secret line he had planted in the Quincy's family. When the ancestor of the Ishida family, Ishida Oborozuki, was pregnant with twins, and one of the children got some of Yamabuki Toto's power. He wondered how this secret line was developing now.

Back then, Yamabuki Ditang was after the silver thrombi, but later, when he had collected enough of them, he no longer cared about these people and took this opportunity to take a look.

After explaining the follow-up work, Yamabuki Ditang felt the slightest blood fluctuation and arrived directly at the destination.

What Yamabuki Detang didn't expect was that the destination this time was actually the Ishida family.

Not only that, there were also sounds of quarreling coming from the room.

Yamabuki Ditang approached cautiously and heard an old man and a young man having a heated discussion.

"Why don't you persuade the head of the family? Why do you want to get involved in this mess? You actually dragged the entire family into the quagmire of war." The young man said excitedly.

The old man said calmly, "This is the decision of the head of the family, and this is also the decision of the Ishida family. It is not your turn as an outsider to point fingers! Remember your identity, you are not even a branch of the family! You are just an outsider, a kid from the Kurosaki family!"

The fluctuation of blood power that Yamabuki Detang felt was emanating from this young man. She didn't expect that he was actually from the Kurosaki family.

The young man was obviously no match for the old man in eloquence, so he could only sulk on the side.

The two families were indeed from the same lineage many years ago, but later the Ishida family became more and more prosperous, while the Kurosaki family had fallen into poverty and could only survive by accepting relief.

The old man looked at the young man from the Kurosaki family and stopped talking, then stroked his beard proudly.

At this moment, a servant rushed in from outside the door and said tremblingly, "Elder, something terrible has happened! Hurry and take a look at this!"

As he spoke, the servant took out a letter from his pocket.

The old man calmly opened the envelope. This must be the news of the patriarch’s victory.

But just when the old man had read half of the letter, his eyes suddenly rolled back, he fainted, and foamed at the mouth. The servants were so scared that they hurried to find a doctor.

The young man from the Kurosaki family hurriedly picked up the letter. The information written on it was too explosive. The head of the Ishida family, Ishida Kamikawa, and all the Quincy he brought with him were ambushed and wiped out. No one survived.

The Shinigami launched a massacre against the Quincy, and the battle line was completely defeated. The Shinigami army was preparing to attack the Ishida family.

"I actually got it right!" The young man from the Kurosaki family was stunned.

Chapter 366: God’s Will

After the doctor arrived, he beat the chest and massaged the family elder. It took a long time for the old man to catch his breath!

After waking up, the old man trembled and said, "I seemed to have had a nightmare just now. I dreamed that all the people the master took out were dead..."

The young man from the Kurosaki family waved the letter in front of the old man. "You're not dreaming. This is real. You should think about what to do first. The army of the Grim Reaper should be here by now."

Upon hearing this despairing news, the old man fainted again with a thud.

The doctor wanted to kick the young man. Can't you say something nice first? I worked so hard to save the patient.

The doctor had no choice but to launch a second round of rescue, and it took a long time to save the old man from the brink of life and death.

"Elder, you must find a solution quickly. The only ones left in the family are the old, weak, sick and disabled. It is impossible for them to compete with the regular army of the god of death. What should we do now?" the doctor asked hurriedly.

The elder stared at the ceiling. "You said it yourself. Those left in the family are the old, weak, sick, and disabled. How could we possibly escape the knife of death? I never thought that after hundreds of years of love and hatred, we couldn't escape it after all!"

In the end, the old man seemed to have accepted his fate. He looked outside with a sullen face and suddenly said, "Gather all the able-bodied people in the family, whether they are women or the elderly, and gather here."

Perhaps because he spoke too hastily, the old man began to breathe heavily again. After calming his breathing, he continued to give orders: "The only thing we can do now is to help the children escape this catastrophe! Let the children retreat in different directions. In short... in short, we must leave them a glimmer of hope! As for us old guys, we have lived long enough. The worst that can happen is to fight to the death."

Both the doctor and the servant beside him had tears in their eyes.

No one expected that a decision made by the head of the family would lead to the destruction of the entire family.

"Kurosaki, you are not from our family. You are not even a Quincy. Please leave this troubled place as soon as possible. I don't want to get involved in vain!" The old man said weakly.

The young man called Kurosaki was kind-hearted and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything I can do?"

The old man thought for a moment and whispered something to the servant. The servant ran out quickly and came back two or three minutes later holding a little boy about four years old.

"This is my grandson. I don't expect anything else, I just beg you to take him away from this sea of ​​suffering. Don't let him die under the knife of the god of death!" The old man looked at his grandson with a distressed face: "Long Yin, you must remember this day. Today is a shame for all the Quincies in the world. When you grow up, you must become a strong one, so that you can avenge us, and you must avenge those dead Quincies!"

Kurosaki wanted to say something. He thought it was inappropriate to instill such hatred in a child, but there was no time left in the current situation. He could only take the child away as quickly as possible.

Yamabuki Ditang was watching coldly from the side. He took out a coin from his pocket and said, "Ishida Oborozuki, although you and I were once enemies, we are also old friends. As old friends, don't say that I will kill him. Whether this child lives or dies is determined by fate. If this coin comes up heads, I will kill him. If this coin comes up tails, I will kill him mercifully. If this coin can stand up, I will spare his life! The Great Dao has fifty points, and the Heaven has forty-nine points. I will leave him this glimmer of hope! Whether he can seize it depends on himself!"

Yamabuki Ditang flicked the coin in his hand away.

No one else noticed when a coin appeared in the air. The coin spun rapidly in the air and finally fell down.

"Ding!"

The coin fell on the hard stone road and bounced again. It was about to fall flat on the grass by the roadside when a woman hurried over from a distance and kicked the coin.

The woman seemed to have some sense and glanced down, but her anxiety prevented her from looking any further. Instead, she ran to the old man as fast as she could: "Elder, did you send Long Yin away? Is that true?"

"Xizi, I know you're reluctant to leave them. They're your own flesh and blood, but our family is facing a life-or-death crisis. This is the only way to keep them alive." The old man sighed, "You've also awakened your Quincy powers, haven't you? Stop crying here. Grab your weapons and prepare to fight. Even if we delay for a minute, the children have a better chance of survival."

The woman called Xizi still couldn't bear the pain of separation from her child, and kept wiping her tears with her sleeves.

Yamabuki Ditang looked at the ground and found that there was no coin. According to the normal trajectory, the coin would have been facing up.

But no one expected that the woman named Xizi kicked the coin into the gap of the road in the distance. The probability of the coin standing upright was less than one in a thousand, but at this moment, the coin stood upright there.

Yamabuki Ditang lowered his head and picked up the coin. Poor parents in the world, maybe this is God's will.

"Ishida Oborozuki, it seems that you are very lucky. Okay, I will spare the child's life. I always keep my word." Yamabuki Ditang casually put the coin into his pocket. At this time, he felt a surge of spiritual pressure coming from afar.

The army of death has arrived.

At this point, there was no need to hide anymore. Everyone pushed their spiritual pressure to the extreme. Those who were slightly weaker didn't even have the qualifications to resist. They just lay on the ground foaming at the mouth, and then were attacked by others.

The old man struggled to stand up from the ground and gathered his spirit bow. "Hold on, even if it's just for one second longer! We must buy enough time for the children to escape! Everyone, follow me and kill!"

However, just as he stood up and took less than two steps forward, a bolt of white lightning flew over from a distance and pierced him through!

Looking at the elders waiting, fear completely broke out in the crowd. These people might have a little spiritual power, but it was far from enough to fight against the god of death, and they were in chaos.

Kurosaki ran quickly in the mountains with the child on his back. Not long after, earth-shattering screams came from the mansion behind him. Looking down from behind, he could witness the entire massacre.

The child named Long Yin watched helplessly as all the members of his family were slaughtered. He couldn't even cry out and could only shed tears silently.

Suddenly, two people from the Secret Maneuvering Department came up behind them silently.

Chapter 367: Victory Result Screen

The two Shinigami in secret maneuvers approached Kurosaki silently. Just when they were about to draw their swords, Kurosaki had already reacted first and drew his sword in advance, slashing at the two killers with his backhand.

The two killers retreated quickly.

"This kid isn't using Quincy weapons!" a killer whispered.

"This guy isn't a Quincy at all, but he doesn't look like an ordinary person either." Another person said, "Capture him first, and then let the captain decide this matter."

Kurosaki was carrying a small child on his back, staring at the two people in front of him with a wary look on his face.

Are these the Shinigami who massacred the Ishida family?

In an instant, the three of them started fighting.

What the two killers didn't expect was that even if they worked together they couldn't take down the young man in front of them in a short period of time.

"Kid, who are you? You can leave the kid behind you and get out of here? I advise you not to get involved in this mess!" the killer warned.

"It's a war between the Shinigami and the Quincies. There's no winning or losing on the battlefield, only life and death. There's nothing much to say about it. But since you've already won, why do you still want to kill us all? You even don't spare the children. This is too much!" Kurosaki stared at the two killers in front of him nervously.

If it was a head-on confrontation, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage in the short term, but he was carrying a child after all, and the opponent would have reinforcements coming at any time. If it dragged on for too long, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Naive. Since you think so... then we can only give you a ride!" Two killers from the Secret Mobile Unit rushed forward in an instant. The two cooperated seamlessly. The Zanpakuto in their hands were like waves, and the attack was continuous, forcing Kurosaki to retreat continuously.

The gap between a Death God and an ordinary psychic is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.

Ordinary psychics can only deal with evil spirits that have not yet become virtual. It is already very high to be able to reach the level of Guanyin Temple.

The God of Death has to be prepared to fight with the Hollow at all times, and he will be defeated if he is not careful. The awareness of both sides is completely different.

Kurosaki was in a panic because of the two people.

One of the killers passed Kurosaki and slashed directly at Long Yin behind him.

It was too late for Kurosaki to block with his sword, so he could only twist his body hurriedly and use his shoulder to block the incoming blade.

In an instant, a wound appeared on his shoulder and blood gushed out like a fountain. Kurosaki grimaced in pain and quickly retreated.

"Attack that little kid. That kid is his weakness."

The Secret Mobile Unit is full of professional killers. They have no morals at all when fighting. It is said that you should not hit people in the face and do not expose people's weaknesses when scolding them, but this group of people only slap people in the face and only expose people's weaknesses when scolding them.

Kurosaki realized that his weakness was exposed. If he continued to fight, he would surely be dragged to death. What should he do?

Thinking of this, cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Uncle, why don't you just leave me behind! I don't want to be a burden to you." Long Yin said in a baby voice.

Kurosaki showed a fierce smile on his face: "It's okay, uncle is very powerful, those two people are no match for me at all, close your eyes, uncle will take you away soon."

But by now even the children could see that he was bluffing.

"Since you are so stubborn, we can only give you a ride." The two Grim Reapers prepared to attack.

Suddenly, there was another person in front of both sides.

The two Death Gods immediately recognized that this was their chief of staff, Yamabuki Ditang.

"Wow! This guy is quite loyal!" Yamabuki Ditang smiled, then turned to face the two killers: "You take the child and go first, I'll leave this here."

Kurosaki didn't know what this meant. How come there was suddenly a helper?

"Don't hesitate. You don't want this child to die tragically under the enemy's knife, do you? Go quickly, I will help you block the enemies." Shanbuki Ditang said with a smile.

Kurosaki gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you very much. I will definitely repay you when I have the chance in the future."