The cross is stained with filth.

A black mist gushes out.

The external celestial phenomena also changed accordingly, creating a thick fog that could not be broken away, covering several miles in radius.

Fuso Ghost King reappears in the world!

At this time, the driver who was guarding the car left his seat, no longer afraid of the power of holy faith that filled the church, and quickly came to the door of the prayer hall:

"Sir, please come with me."

"The noise you made is too big, it may alarm..."

Before he finished speaking, his hair was blown up by a strong wind, and a ghostly aura rushed to his face.

He has a green face and fangs, and wears a traditional armor woven from bamboo strips, hemp rope, leather, and iron sheets.

As a Japanese cultivator, the driver recognized the style of Azuchi-Momoyama era at a glance.

"Take me away!"

Fuso Ghost whispered: "Go to a safe place."

In fact, he had already noticed that General Jin and Yin were hiding nearby and could kill them with a lot of effort.

But when he was seriously injured, he was suddenly drawn into the Mysterious Gate of Heaven and Earth and traveled to a different time and space, leaving Fuso Ghost at a loss.

What's more, before he landed, he was suppressed by a sacred object. If he hadn't been rescued by a similar person, whether he could see the light of day again was a matter of uncertainty.

The combination of many factors made the Fuso Ghost give up on extraneous matters and wanted to find a place to hide, figure out the situation as soon as possible, and recover.

After all, strength is the confidence to do whatever you want!

"Yes, sir."

After saying this, the driver did not dare to waste time and turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the unlicensed black car. He quickly opened the door and motioned for the Ghost King to sit in. The two zombies also stepped into the back seat.

Sound waves rang out in the thick ghostly mist.

Inside the church.

The monk responsible for cleaning collapsed on the ground, his face black and purple. The ghost king did not take action against him, but under the impact of the strong ghost energy, not to mention ordinary people, even the little Taoist priest who had just been ordained would be stunned.

"Senior brother, why doesn't the Ghost King come in?"

Ma Shangfeng conjured up a moon sword with a solemn expression. In front of a powerful enemy, he had temporarily forgotten his hunger and entered a fighting state.

On the golden armor, the Ming Dynasty Emperor Qi, Dragon and Tiger Qi are flowing, which is a clear proof.

Beside him, the silver-armored god general Xiao Hui swallowed his saliva, holding a red tassel gun, and said nervously:

"Maybe...maybe he's gone."

"Wait a little longer."

After saying this, Ma Shangfeng carefully guarded his surroundings.

Dead person?

The cross was covered in blood and feces.

The priest was furious, and he vaguely guessed the truth: someone had desecrated the sacred cross and let go of a suppressed terrifying ghost.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that it was definitely not the two people in the room who had done it, because they suddenly appeared with nothing to live on, and they couldn't even eat. Where were they going to collect blood plasma bags and feces!

"You two, please come out and talk."

The priest suppressed his anger. He had to avenge the dead monks in the church and safeguard the glory of the Lord.

And the two generals, Gold and Silver, obviously know the inside story.

"The head of the heretic cult?"

Xiaohui was stunned for a moment after hearing the sound, and turned to look at his junior brother, squinting his eyes at the door, asking for advice with his eyes.

At the moment, the master, the layman from the thatched cottage, is nowhere to be found. Only Ma Shangfeng, a first-class military attache, can be relied upon to temporarily stop the Fuso ghost.

"The ghost has left and killed a monk before leaving." The priest sighed and stated: "Please tell me the truth so that I know who to seek revenge from."

In fact, it is not unusual at all for the priest to be Chinese and speak half-literate words.

After listening to his narration, Ma Shangfeng nodded.

The door opens.

From the beginning to the end, the priest had no intention of notifying the police to intervene. His idea was very simple: to use the power of the church to wash away the shame!

But will Meng Fan be deceived?

There is no need to warn the police around the church. The moment Fuso Ghost King is born again, the ghost energy soars into the sky. As long as the cultivation level reaches a certain level, you can feel it.

Qingshan Zen Monastery.

Tachibana Tenma, who has a strange temperament, bowed his head and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Master Yuantong, who was debating Buddhism with him and was made angry by the heresy, had a solemn expression.

Inside the nursing home.

Uncle Feng rushed out, leaving Zhong Fabai alone to guard the place, leaving him in a dilemma.

"Brother, we decided to give up the target and are on our way there."

"It's okay. Qingshan Zen Monastery is the dojo of Master Yuantong. He will definitely not let that little devil cause trouble."

Two sports cars are speeding on the road.

The red and blue flashing lights are beating.

The four communicated through the radio.

Different from the terrifying ghostly energy in the early morning, which disappeared in a flash, the qi machine just now was like a guiding light, marking the specific direction.

Moreover, the Five Elements Qi in that area has also been disturbed, making it easy to find.

Not long after.

The two sports cars rushed into the ghost mist. Along the way, there were some blind wandering ghosts who followed their instincts and tried to attack them, but they were beaten to death before they even got close.

Things are different now.

After opening the first door and being able to freely control people, Meng Fan, who is on the second board of the earth, is very confident, and also vaguely desires to find a strong opponent to fight with, through fighting and fighting, to weigh himself and verify what he has learned.

【House of the Lord】

Dasha jumped out of the car. He couldn't help but be excited. He pointed at the church in front of him and said, "Yes, it's right here!"

At this moment, there is a very exciting emotion flowing in his body, which is not an exaggeration to say that it goes deep into his soul.

Across the door, Ma Shangfeng, who was sitting on a wooden chair and slowly telling the ghost king's information, felt something in his heart and raised his eyes to look at the entrance.

The past life and the present life are facing each other.

Kowloon Peninsula, northwest.

Sham Shui Po.

A very humble izakaya.

The shop owner put up a small wooden sign outside saying that he was not serving guests at the moment and concentrated on serving the distinguished guests.

Passing through layers of special curtains, in a spacious basement that was isolated from any magical exploration, Fuso Ghost King was lying in the hot spring pool, with a face full of enjoyment, praising the younger generation for being sensible in Japanese.

All around.

There are rockeries, green pines, flowing water, flowers and plants scattered in an orderly manner, and there are lanterns lighting up the place. It does not feel like hiding underground, but it feels like you are in the courtyard of a wealthy family.

In the hot spring, four young girls were serving them wholeheartedly. They seemed to be wearing clothes, but what could the loose kimono block? With the towering peaks, they were ashamed to show off their desires.

Before coming, Fuso Ghost King never thought that his descendants would take care of him in this way.

"Sir, please enjoy them as you like. It is truly a matter worth celebrating to be able to meet you again after hundreds of years."

The driver, who had put on a kimono, stood outside the hot spring and sat down through the thick steam.

Hong Kong Island.

The land of the Ming people.

After talking all the way, Fuso Ghost King had a general understanding of the current situation. This is five hundred years later, and Hongyi will temporarily manage this land, and it will take more than ten years to return it to the Ming Dynasty.

The man behind him is of the same race as himself and wants to take revenge on the people of the Ming Dynasty...

This is the understanding of the Ghost King.

To this, he readily agreed.

The so-called revenge can completely involve a massacre.

Five hundred years ago, I often did this.

Although the Ming Dynasty at that time was beautiful and rich, with advanced technologies and could produce countless products that Japan could not imagine, it was still very fragile.

During his lifetime, he led a group of ronin warriors, farmers and pirates across thousands of miles, plundering wealth, slaughtering villages, and robbing their women along the southeastern coast.

After his death, he turned into a ghost king, became more powerful, and even did several enjoyable things.

"It is really a sin for Ming people to live and rule such a beautiful and rich place."

"What a waste of natural resources."

After saying this, Fuso Ghost drank all the sake in the tray and laughed wildly: "Let me conquer it, starting from here."

"The Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth sent me here, it was destiny, hahaha."

Immediately afterwards, in the thick water vapor, the women's coquettishness and silly laughter could be heard.
Chapter completed!