Chapter 309
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xiao Man looked at the Asuras that had crawled out of the ruins.
She looked at their appearance and felt their souls.
"How many low-level ‘Ghost Soldiers'?" Xiaoman slowly held her sword.
Asuras and heavenly demons had a very special relations.h.i.+p.
The relations.h.i.+p between the two was similar to that of mortals and cultivators.
It was also similar to that of caterpillars and b.u.t.terflies.
However, the relations.h.i.+p between the two was far more complicated than these two examples.
Moreover, due to the lack of evidence, it was just a guess.
After the fall of the heavens, Asuras and sky demons swarmed into the mortal world.
People had to cla.s.sify these monsters.
Ghost soldiers were one of the various forms of Asura.
From low-level to high-level, the strength and size of ghost soldiers varied.
But their forms were basically the same.
They were all bony and their bones were distorted.
Most importantly, these things only had simple intelligence.
Therefore, they needed a higher-level Asura to command them.
That was how they got their name, namely Ghost Soldiers.
They were just p.a.w.ns and cannon fodder.
In any case, asuras were immortal and indestructible.
If their physical bodies died, they would die. At worst, they would crawl back from the void.
Holding the sword in her hand, Xiaoman slowly began to speed up.
On the blade of the sword, soul fire began to rise.
Xuan Jun's whispers about the many conceptions of death echoed in her soul.
As she said this, Xiaoman had already jumped up high.
The sharp sword in her hand stabbed at a ghost soldier that was holding a hoe and smas.h.i.+ng it at her head.
Its deformed bones began to twist in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
In a manner that was almost anti-human, it raised the hoe high and smashed it at Xiao Man.
"Meat!" it shouted. "Fresh meat!"
Countless stinky saliva kept flowing out of its sharp teeth.
"Die!" Xiaoman tapped her foot lightly and stabbed the sword in her hand into its forehead. It pierced through its hard skin and went deep into the top of its head.
However, no blood flowed out.
After the Shura stole a mortal's body, they would basically choose to suck its blood essence dry!
This made most of the Shura afraid of fire.
Just like now!
Xiaoman's sword stabbed into its head.
The soul fire attached to the blade immediately ignited its thin flesh.
Flames rose.
The ghost soldier howled!
It howled in the soul fire!
"Ah…"
Its entire body began to burn!
But it was not its flesh that was burning, but its divine soul!
The Shura Divine Soul that came from the void had already been ignited by the soul fire!
Xiaoman ferociously kicked its chest, sending the ghost soldier flying.
At the same time, she pulled out the longsword in her hand and slashed to the side, directly cutting off the arm of a ghost soldier.
A bit of soul fire took the opportunity to drill into the body of the ghost soldier.
It was also ignited!
"Ah…" the ghost soldier howled miserably.
However, Xiaoman did not care about it. Instead, she gathered her magic power and leaped up again. The long sword in her hand slashed in all directions very quickly.
Each sword light had a bit of soul fire!
The soul fire followed the sword lights and swept into the bodies of the ghost soldiers.
It immediately ignited all of them!
In an instant, seven or eight ghost soldiers rolled in front of Xiaoman.
They screamed miserably and shrilly.
Until, in the end, they could no longer howl and could not move.
The Soul Fire ignited their divine souls.
At the same time, it also ignited the fat in their deformed bodies.
The air emitted the smell of roasted meat.
Xiaoman held her sword.
She began to retrieve the soul fire.
She slowly chanted a spell, "Nothing is not heaven, nothing is not life, nothing is not G.o.d, nothing is not yuan…"
As she chanted, bits of soul flames gathered like fireflies from the burning ghost soldiers.
These small flames slowly sank into Xiaoman's forehead and entered her pupils.
As they returned, Xiaoman felt that her soul had become stronger.
This was the terrifying aspect of soul devouring.
Burning others, illuminating oneself.
This would allow oneself to seize the others' essence and made them one's firewood!
If it was the mystic sovereign's soul fire, as long as it was sprinkled, it could ignite the entire world, igniting the divine souls of all living beings.
It was truly the first choice for the destruction of the world.
Xiaoman was still weak, but she was only at the foundation establishment stage.
Her divine soul could at most ignite low-level asuras like the ghost soldiers.
If she was any stronger, she would probably be caught in a fierce battle.
However, it didn't matter!
Green Mountain Town might lack other things, but it definitely didn't lack asuras!
There were at least one to two thousand of them here!
"Take it slow!" Xiaoman said. She then jumped up lightly into the ruins in front of her.
…
Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the time on the wall.
It was almost 11 o'clock!
"Let's order takeout first!" he said.
So, he picked up his phone and ordered a plate of beef rice.
Then, he stood up and made himself a cup of tea.
While drinking the fragrant tea, Ling Ping'an turned on the TV.
At this hour, an advertis.e.m.e.nt was playing on the TV.
After changing the channel, it was still the same advertis.e.m.e.nt.
Finally, it switched to a channel with no ads, but it was a soap opera.
Ling Ping'an sighed and turned off the TV.
He leaned back in his chair, held his mobile phone, opened his WeChat read and began to read the news.
A casual scan of the hot list, nothing special today.
On WeChat, the traffic seems to have begun to slowly get active.
x.x.x backless outfit…
XX excited the fans…
XX's new song had been released for over ten million in half an hour..
Ling Ping'an couldn't help but yawn when he saw it.
"Today, it's another ordinary and boring day…" he muttered.
At this moment, his phone switched to the calling mode.
Ling Ping'an looked at the number. It was the old village chief's.
He picked up the call and put it to his ear. "Uncle Zhang…"
"Young master…" Uncle Zhang's honest voice came from the other side of the phone. "The matter you asked me to help you with has been done…"
"The contract for the two hundred acres of land has been canceled…"
"You see…"
"Uncle Zhang, please help me find a new partner…" Ling Ping'an yawned and said, "You just need to sign the contract for me…"
He didn't want to go back for such a thing.
"Okay!" The old village chief on the other side of the phone agreed with a smile.
"Then I'll leave it to you!" Ling Ping'an hung up the phone with a smile.
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 already prepared to fight a lawsuit against 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, why would the other party give up so easily?
…
After hanging up the phone, the old man who had a simple and honest look a moment ago turned around.
He looked at the plaque in front of him.
He nodded slightly.
Then, the workers
Then, the man talked about an axe and chopped the plaque into pieces.
A man with a big belly looked at all this foolishly from a distance.
He covered his face and didn't dare to raise his head.
He was filled with regret.
He would never have thought that it was just that he didn't let anyone pick the strawberries.
He had 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 to remove his seat.
Then, all the properties under his name were targeted.
Loans were rushed, taxes were investigated.
Overnight, the money chain was broken, and he lost everything in an instant. He even owed the bank a huge amount of debt.
Then, this scene happened.
An old man in a cotton-padded jacket, along with his workers, chased him out of the office with the board's decision.
Then, in front of him, he took down 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…"
"Let's Go!"
For the past two hundred years, each family had been secretly managing various industries in Jiangcheng City.
Thanks to the federal empire's preferential treatment towards transcendent being.
Be it financing or starting a business, they were always able to take the initiative.
After 200 years of acc.u.mulation, just the wealth alone was enough to scare people.
Just take the Zhang family as an example. In the past 200 years, which financial group, bank, and Company in Jiangcheng City didn't have the shares of the Zhang Family?
It was also because of the ancestral teachings that the Zhang family scattered their wealth in one foundation after another, never revealing their wealth.
If it was an ordinary person, they would probably be worried that the foundation would be embezzled by others.
However, who would dare to do such a thing to the Zhang Family?
Therefore, the wealth of the Zhang family did not decrease. Instead, with the advent of the mobile internet era, it increased.
It was the same for the Zhang family.
It was the same for the other families as well.
Therefore, in the past two hundred years, the head of the family never had to worry about money.
"Let's go!" The old village chief slowly turned around and said to the secretary who was carrying a briefcase, "Book a flight ticket to Nanyang for me this afternoon…"
"Yes…" The secretary nodded and bowed. "Director Zhang!"
…
Riding on the electric donkey, she looked at the navigation on her phone.
Chiho Fujiwara finally found the small alley that her cousin had mentioned.
"Qiyuan bookstore…" She slowly searched along the street.
Finally, she saw a signboard hanging under the streetlights of the street. It wrote ‘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 twenties was sitting at the simple counter of the bookstore. He was holding a phone in his hand, and n.o.body knew what he was looking at.
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 printed from the very simple type of copy shop on the street.
No matter how she looked at it, it didn't look like the very special person or the very magical bookstore that Chiba Michiko mentioned.
She looked at it and gently knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock…"
The young man who was looking at his phone raised his head. When he saw her, he immediately smiled.
"Welcome…" he said, "Please come in!"
His voice sounded very ordinary.
It was neither magnetic nor imposing.
Instead, it was a little lazy, as if he didn't sleep well this morning.
However, Chiho Fujiwara remembered her cousin's hint.
"The mountains are not high, the water is not deep, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual…" she read the ancient article in her heart. "This is a humble abode, but I am virtuous!"
In this country, one can not judge a book by its cover.
When Chiho Fujiwara was young, she had heard her grandfather mention that in the capital of this country, there was an old man who lived in seclusion and caused trouble in the mortal world.
Every day, he raised chickens and ducks, and played with birds, just like most ordinary old men.
However, even the chief a.s.sistant of the central federal government had to pay his respects to him as a disciple.
Even the emperor had to respect him.
Therefore, Chiho Fujiwara pushed the door open and walked forward with the food box in her hand.
"h.e.l.lo…" she bowed very politely. "I'm Chiho Fujiwara. I'm here to deliver takeout for Michiko!"
As she said this, she lifted the food box in her hand to the counter with all her might.
"Chiho Fujiwara!" The other party seemed to be looking at Chiho Fujiwara very seriously. Then, she smiled and said, "I heard that Qianye Jam talked about you before!"
"Ha Yi!" Chiho Fujiwara bowed deeply. "I am Chiho Fujiwara. Please give me your guidance!"
Undeniably, Chiho Fujiwara's etiquette was beyond reproach.
To a certain extent, her etiquette could even be compared to the federation n.o.bles in the Imperial City!
This was also the helplessness of a small country.
Since her economy, military, population, and territory were far inferior to the big brother's, she could only dig into the details.
Every action, every posture, and even smile had strict rules and requirements.
Especially in this foreign country, almost all the people would appear very serious.
They were afraid of losing points in etiquette and being looked down upon.
Even if others didn't care, the people would still be very serious.
This was their national character.
However, the other party didn't seem to have any manners at all. He just smiled and said, "Fujiwara, 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 praised, "The craftsmans.h.i.+p of thousand night sauce is really getting better and better!"
He picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to eat it.
This made Chiho Fujiwara a little disappointed.
Was this the ‘very special person' that Michiko mentioned? It didn't look like it!
Just then, Chiho Fujiwara's pupils suddenly enlarged.
She looked at the bow in the cabinet behind the bookstore owner.
The Chinese people swallowed their saliva.
"Sir…" she couldn't help but ask. "The bow in your cupboard is…?"
The other party raised his head and glanced at Chiho Fujiwara, then smiled. "That bow…"
"A customer mortgaged it to me…"
"Mortgaged?" Chiho Fujiwara took a deep breath and asked, "Why did she mortgage this bow here?"
With a grin, the other party replied, "Because the customer forgot to bring money when she bought the book here, she took the bow and mortgaged it. She promised to redeem it in half a month…"
"Buy the book?" Chiho Fujiwara swallowed her saliva.
"Yeah?" He looked at Chiho Fujiwara, and the eyes under his eyes suddenly lit up, as dazzling as the sun and as dazzling as the stars. "Chiho Fujiwara, do you want a book?"
As Chiho Fujiwara listened, she felt the air around her instantly freeze, and the pores on her skin trembled.
Quickly, she shook her head. "Thank you, Sir…"
"I don't need it for the time being…"
Did she dare to buy it?
No!