Xiao Man looked at the few Asuras that crawled out of the ruins.
She looked at their appearance and felt their souls.
"A few low-level 'ghost soldiers'?" Xiao Man slowly held her sword.
Asuras and Sky Demons had an extremely special relationship.
The relationship between the two was similar to that between mortals and cultivators.
It was also similar to that of caterpillars and butterflies.
However, the relationship between the two was far more complicated than these two examples.
Moreover, because of the lack of evidence, it was only a guess.
After the fall of the sky, Asuras and Sky Demons swarmed into the mortal world.
People had no choice but to classify these monsters.
Ghost soldiers were one of the many forms of Asuras.
From low-level to high-level, the strength and size of the ghost soldiers were different.
But their forms were basically the same.
They were all skinny and their bones were twisted and deformed.
Most importantly...
Most of these things only had simple intelligence.
Therefore, they needed a higher-level Asura to command.
That was also the origin of their name, ghost soldiers.
They were just pawns and cannon fodder.
In any case, Asuras were immortal.
If their physical bodies died, so be it. At most, they could crawl back from the void.
Holding the sword in her hand, Xiao Man slowly began to speed up.
On the blade of the sword, soul fire began to rise.
Lord Xuan's whisper echoed in her soul, "Birth control for the dead, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself, or death for oneself..."
In this whisper, Xiao Man had already leaped high into the air.
The sharp sword in her hand stabbed at a ghost soldier that was holding a hoe and smashing at her head.
Its deformed bones, at this moment, twisted in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
In an almost inhuman way, it raised the hoe high and smashed it at Xiao Man.
"Meat!" It shouted, "Fresh meat!"
Countless stinky saliva kept flowing out of its mouth full of sharp teeth.
"Die!" Xiao Man gently tapped the tip of her foot, and the sword in her hand pierced its forehead. It pierced through its hard skin and went deep into its flesh and the top of its skull.
But no blood flowed out.
After Asuras stole the flesh of mortals, they would basically choose to suck their blood dry!
This made most Asuras actually a little afraid of fire.
Just like now!
Xiao Man\'s sword pierced his head.
The Soul Fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its skinny skin and flesh.
The flames rose.
The ghost soldier howled miserably!
He howled miserably in the Soul Fire!
"Ah …"
Its entire body began to burn!
However, it was not his flesh that was burning, but his soul that was burning!
The Asura divine soul that came from the void had already been ignited by the soul fire!
Xiao Man kicked it in the chest and sent it flying.
At the same time, he pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed to the side, directly chopping off the arm of a Ghost Soldier.
A wisp of soul fire took the opportunity to drill into the Ghost Soldier's body.
It was also ignited!
"Ah …" The ghost soldier screamed miserably.
However, Xiao Man did not care about it. Instead, she channeled her magic power and jumped up again. The long sword in her hand slashed in all directions, and a few sword lights swept in all directions.
Each sword light had a bit of soul fire on it!
Along with the sword light, the soul fire swept into the bodies of the ghost soldiers.
Immediately ignite them all!
In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers were rolling in front of Xiao Man.
They howled miserably and screamed miserably.
Until, in the end, they could no longer howl or move.
The soul fire ignited all of their divine souls.
At the same time, it also ignited the fat in their deformed bodies.
The air was filled with the smell of roasted meat.
Xiao Man held her sword.
She began to retrieve the soul fire.
She slowly chanted the incantation, "Nothing is not heaven, nothing is not life, nothing is not god, nothing is not essence..."
As she recited the incantation, wisps of soul fire flew out from the burning bodies of the ghost soldiers and converged on her like fireflies.
These small flames slowly soaked into Xiao Man's forehead and gathered into her pupils.
With their return, Xiao Man felt that her soul had become a little stronger.
This was the terrifying part of the soul devouring.
Burning others to illuminate oneself.
And seizing their essence, taking their origin as firewood!
If it was the soul fire of Lord Xuan, just a sprinkle of it would be able to ignite the entire world and ignite the divine souls of all living beings.
It was truly the first choice to destroy the world and must be used for destruction!
Xiao Man was still weak now, only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Her divine soul could at most ignite a low-level Asura like a ghost soldier.
If it was a little stronger, she would probably fall into a fierce battle.
However …
It didn't matter!
Qingshan Town might lack other things, but it definitely didn't lack Asuras!
There were at least one or two thousand of them here!
"Take your time!" Xiao Man said. She gently jumped up and jumped into the ruins in front of her.
…..
Ling Ping 'an raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.
It was almost eleven o 'clock!
"Let's order takeout first!" He said.
Thus, he picked up his phone and ordered a beef rice.
Then, he stood up and made himself a cup of tea.
Drinking the fragrant tea, Ling Ping 'an casually turned on the television.
At this time, the television was showing advertisements.
Changing the channel, it was still advertisements. Continuing to change the channel, it was still advertisements.
Finally, it changed to a channel without advertisements.
But …
It was a soap opera.
Ling Ping 'an sighed and could only turn off the television.
He leaned back in his chair, held his phone, opened his WeChat read, and began to browse the news.
He casually scanned the hot search list. There was nothing special today.
On his WeChat read, the traffic seemed to be slowly becoming active again.
XXX backless dress …
XX caused fans to scream …
XX's new song was released and broke ten million in half an hour …
Ling Ping 'an looked at it and couldn't help yawning.
"Today, it's another boring day …" he mumbled.
At this moment, the phone switched to the caller mode.
Ling Ping 'an looked at the number. It was the old village chief's.
He tapped on the phone and put it to his ear, "Uncle Zhang …"
"Young master …" Uncle Zhang's honest voice came from the other end of the phone, "I've done what you asked me to do …"
"The contract for more than two hundred acres of land has been canceled …"
"Look …"
"Uncle Zhang, help me find a new partner …" Ling Ping 'an yawned and said, "Just sign the contract for me …"
He didn't want to go back for such a thing.
"Okay!" The old village chief on the other end of the phone agreed with a smile.
"Then I'll leave it to you!" Ling Ping 'an smiled and hung up the phone.
Then, he suddenly remembered.
"Why is it so fast?" He scratched his head.
Wasn't the Green Source company that contracted his family's land very powerful?
Didn't they have connections?
Originally, Ling Ping 'an was prepared to fight a lawsuit with him.
Who would have thought that it would be resolved so easily?
"Maybe Uncle Zhang has a lot of face …" Ling Ping 'an thought.
This was the only explanation.
Otherwise, how could the other party give up so easily?
… …
After hanging up the phone in his hand, the old man, who had a simple and honest look just now, turned around.
He looked at the plaque in front of him.
He nodded slightly.
Thus, the workers who had been on standby rushed forward and removed the plaque.
Then, the man picked up an axe and chopped the plaque into pieces.
A big-bellied man watched all of this in a daze from not far away.
He covered his face and didn't even dare to raise his head.
His heart was filled with regret.
He never would have thought that it was just that he didn't let anyone pick strawberries.
He actually suffered such a huge setback.
First, the company changed hands.
The three foundations that held 60% of his company's shares held a meeting and removed him from his seat.
Then, all the properties under his name were targeted.
Loans were called for and taxes were investigated.
Overnight, the capital chain was broken and he instantly lost everything. He even owed a huge debt to the bank.
Then, this was the scene that had just unfolded.
An old man in a cotton-padded coat, with workers, took the board's decision and chased him out of the office.
Then, in front of him, he removed the company's plaque and smashed it bit by bit.
The old man slowly walked in front of the man.
"Zhang Daoming …"
"You can't stay in Jiangcheng City anymore …"
"Hurry up and leave!"
In the past two hundred years, the families had been secretly operating various industries in Jiangcheng City.
Thanks to the Federal Empire's preferential treatment of extraordinaires.
Whether it was financing or starting a business, they would always be able to take the lead.
After two hundred years of accumulation, just the wealth alone was enough to scare people.
Just take the Zhang family as an example. In the past two hundred years, which consortium, bank, and company in Jiangcheng City didn't have shares in the Zhang family?
It was also because of the ancestral teachings that the Zhang family scattered this wealth into various foundations and never revealed it.
If it was an ordinary person, they might have to worry that the foundation would be embezzled.
However, who would dare to do such a small thing to the Zhang family?
Therefore, the Zhang family's wealth did not decrease. Instead, with the arrival of the mobile Internet era, it rose.
The Zhang family was the same.
It was the same for the other families.
Therefore, for the past two hundred years, the main family had never needed to worry about money.
"Let's go!" The old village chief slowly turned around and said to the secretary who was carrying a briefcase, "Help me book a plane ticket to Nanyang this afternoon …"
"Yes …" The secretary nodded and bowed. "Director Zhang!"
… …
Riding the electric donkey, she looked at the navigation on her phone.
Chiho Fujiwara finally found the alley that her cousin had mentioned.
"Qiyuan Bookstore …" she slowly searched along the street.
Finally, she saw a signboard hanging under the street lamp — Qiyuan Bookstore!
"We're here!" Chiho Fujiwara clenched her fists happily.
Therefore, she stopped the electric donkey by the side of the road.
Then, she picked up the heavy food box and walked over.
She walked to the door of the bookstore and looked around curiously.
A young man in his mid-twenties was sitting at the simple counter of the bookstore. He was holding his phone in his hand, looking at something.
A kitten was lying on the counter.
Everything in the bookstore was very simple.
The floor was made of wood, and the posters on the walls were also very simple printed from the copy shop on the street.
No matter how she looked at it, it didn't look like the 'very, very special person' or 'very magical bookstore' that Michiko had mentioned.
She looked at it and gently knocked on the door of the shop.
Knock, knock, knock …
The young man who was looking at his phone looked up. When he saw her, he immediately smiled.
"Welcome …" he said, "Please come in!"
His voice sounded very ordinary.
It didn't have any magnetism, nor did it have any imposing manner.
Instead, it was a little lazy, as if he hadn't slept well this morning.
However, Chiho Fujiwara remembered her cousin's hint.
"The mountain isn't high, it's spiritual if there are immortals. The water isn't deep, it's spiritual if there are dragons …" she recited an ancient article in her heart. "This is a humble house, but my virtue is sweet!"
In this country, one couldn't judge a person by their appearance.
When Chiho Fujiwara was young, she had heard from her grandfather that in the imperial capital of this country, there was an old man who lived in seclusion in the mortal world and caused trouble.
Every day, he raised chickens and ducks and played with birds, just like most ordinary old people.
However, even the prime minister of the central government had to bow to him as a disciple.
Even the emperor had to respect him.
Thus, Chiho Fujiwara pushed open the door and walked forward with the food box in her hand.
"Hello …" She bowed politely. "I'm Chiho Fujiwara. I'm here to deliver takeout for Michiko!"
As she spoke, she lifted the food box in her hand to the counter with all her might.
"Chiho Fujiwara!" The other party seemed to look at Chiho Fujiwara very seriously and then smiled. "I heard that Michiko has talked about you before!"
"Ha!" Chiho Fujiwara bowed deeply. "I'm Chiho Fujiwara. Please guide me!"
As a Chinese, even if she was in dire straits, Chiho Fujiwara's etiquette was impeccable.
To a certain extent, her etiquette could even be compared to the federal nobles in the imperial capital!
This was also the helplessness of a small country.
Since their economy, military, population, and territory were far inferior to their big brother.
They could only pick on the details.
Every movement, every posture, and even every smile had strict rules and requirements.
Especially in this foreign country, almost all the people of Fusang would become especially serious and serious.
They were afraid of losing points in etiquette and being looked down upon.
Even if others didn't care, the people of Fusang would be very serious and serious.
This was the national character of Fusang.
However, the other party didn't seem to have any etiquette at all. He only smiled and said, "You don't have to be so polite …"
As he spoke, he opened the food box.
Then, he looked at the delicious food in the food box and took it out as if there was no one else around. He sniffed it and then praised, "Michiko's cooking is really getting better and better!"
He picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat.
This made Chiho Fujiwara a little disappointed.
"Is this the 'very special person' that Michiko mentioned?" She thought, "It doesn't look like it!"
But …
Chiho Fujiwara's pupils suddenly dilated.
She looked at the bow in the cupboard behind the bookstore owner.
The Chinese from Fusang swallowed their saliva.
"Sir …" she couldn't help but ask, "What's the bow in your cupboard?"
The other party raised his head and glanced at Chiho Fujiwara. Then, he smiled. "That bow …"
"A customer mortgaged it with me …"
"Mortgage?" Chiho Fujiwara took a deep breath and asked, "Why did she mortgage this bow here?"
The other party smiled. "Because that customer forgot to bring money to buy books from me, so she used the bow as a mortgage. She said that she would redeem it in half a month …"
"Buy books?" Chiho Fujiwara swallowed her saliva.
"Yeah?" He looked at Chiho Fujiwara, and his eyes suddenly lit up. They were as dazzling as the sun and as dazzling as the stars. "Do you want one, Fujiwara?"
As Chiho Fujiwara listened, she felt that the surrounding air instantly froze, and the pores on her skin were trembling.
She quickly shook her head. "Thank you, sir …"
"I don't need it for the time being …"
Did she dare to buy it?
No!
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