Although Yuan Xuexun hated the Japanese devils extremely, she was a little relieved to meet a living person in this environment.
"Great, Xizi, you're still alive!"
Wushen Beidou was obviously relieved, and said, "It's good that you're still alive... I'm really worried that something will happen to you..."
Yuan Xuexun sneered in his heart, you should hope to see me die.
In fact... Wushen Beidou is the character with the most personality in the current script, and he is also an actor with relatively good acting skills. In fact, his own character is completely different from the role he plays. He appreciates the spirit of bushido in ancient Japan, and he is open and aboveboard in his work, so he disdains the shameless practice of forcibly pulling in actors from the Wangchuan Cinema Line and then sneaking in. It's just that he can't change it. He believes that if you really want to prove the superiority of the Yamato nation, you should fight openly and die without regret.
"Fourth brother... how about the others? Eldest brother, second brother, Mr. Meng and the others... Are you all right?"
"I don't know, when I woke up, I was already here... Why, there are so many corpses of ancient soldiers?"
Here... used to be the battlefield of the Sekigahara War, where countless soldiers died. As far as war is concerned, victory always belongs to the generals and princes, but to unknown soldiers, it is just a shroud in horse leather. Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.
The corpses of soldiers all over the mountains and plains, just looking at them makes one's heart shudder. If all these dead are resurrected from the dead, then Xuexun asks herself, with her current strength suppressed by the protagonist's aura, there is no way she can survive! Even with Wushen Beidou beside him, it still can't change the status quo!
At this time... they don't know the great changes that have taken place in Japan.
Tokyo, inside a certain ordinary residence.
The door opened slowly, and a man in a black suit walked in.
"I am back."
After working overtime until late, the man also felt sore all over. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything for supper. But at this moment, he suddenly turned around, and then saw his wife standing behind!
"What are you... doing? You scared me to death! You haven't slept so late?"
Then he continued to look into the refrigerator. Still can't find anything inside, so he closed the refrigerator, took out a cup noodle from a cardboard box next to the refrigerator, then tore the cup noodle open, picked up the thermos bottle next to the stove and poured some hot water into it. Then he said: "Go to sleep, I'll go back to sleep after eating some instant noodles."
Speaking of this, he yawned, walked into the living room, sat down, waited for three minutes, opened the cup noodles and started eating.
"By the way... Mayoko, is there any sake at home? I want to drink some."
However, there was no sound behind him.
"Mayoko?"
When he turned his head, he saw that his wife was holding a sharp kitchen knife high in her hand, and she was slashing towards him!
Three minutes later.
A lot of blood flew, and the woman named Mayoko held the kitchen knife high, like chopping meat, waving the kitchen knife mechanized. The husband under her was already a bloody mess.
Then, she finally stopped killing the corpses. Then, she stood up, picked up the cup noodles on the table, tore the cup noodles apart, then pried open her husband's mouth, and poured the steaming instant noodles into his mouth!
"eat."
That's all she said.
About ten seconds after this sentence was finished, the husband's mouth on the ground suddenly squirmed! Then, the noodles began to enter his mouth one by one, and then it could be seen from his throat that the noodles were swallowed into his mouth! However, judging from the horrible blood loss and the wound on the chest in the room, it was definitely a corpse.
Afterwards, the wife continued to pour the instant noodles into the husband's mouth, repeating the cycle...
All over Tokyo... Countless children took to the streets late at night. They gathered in large numbers and moved towards a certain fixed position.
Finally, they came to a certain crossroads. Countless children came from all directions at the intersection and gathered together.
And what these people have in common is...they all hold a doll model of Ultraman in their hands!
The first generation of Ultraman... Ultraman Seven... Ultraman Jack... Ultraman Ace... Ultraman Taro...
They also saw the weird picture on the TV.
Nearly 500 children threw the Ultraman dolls in their hands one by one in the middle of the intersection! At this intersection, there are no vehicles at this time.
Hundreds of Ultraman figurines were thrown to the ground, and soon gathered into a hill. These Ultraman dolls all have one thing in common, that is, there are countless scratches made by knives. In some cases, the head was deliberately twisted off, or the hands and feet were removed and so on.
In the past, Ultraman, who was regarded as a "hero" by countless children, was just discarded here.
Strange phenomena like this are happening all over Japan.
At this time, the children, like an army, gave way one after another. They stood straight, as if they were in a square formation, they didn't look like children at all! And seeing the road that was given way, a fat child came over with a bucket full of gasoline, and then poured the bucket of gasoline on the pile of Otto in front of him. Man doll above!
Afterwards, nearly five or six children took out matches from their pockets at the same time, lit them, and threw them at the pile of Ultraman dolls! And then... this pile of doll models... all set ablaze!
The eyes of the children reflected the fire in front of them.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
At this time, a patrol car drove over. Seeing the fire here, it drove over immediately!
"Why are there so many children gathered?"
"I don't know, go and see!"
However, just as they were about to drive in front of those children, all of them suddenly turned their heads in the direction of the police car!
Countless children, staring at them with terrifying gazes that are not like living people at all...
"boom"!
The police car crashed hard in front of a grocery store.
In the police car, there were only two rotting corpses in the police car. Soon, flies will come and lay eggs on them, corrupting maggots.
Tokyo, Haneda Airport.
When the plane slowly landed on the airport, the Marquis had already sensed... At this time, Tokyo was filled with a strong sense of death. After all, he is a necromancer and is most sensitive to death. And the necromancer is the most beloved person of the god of death.
Outside the airport, there are already more than a dozen cars parked at this moment.
Walking out of the airport, a woman with bangs in a white kimono, surrounded by a large group of men in black, came to the Marquis.
"Heizhong... you're finally back in Tokyo!"
"Hina, thank you for your hard work while I'm away." The Marquis naturally knew that the role of the woman in white in front of him in the movie was his wife, the only daughter of the current head of the Ashiya family, Ashiya Hina. Because Uehara Kuroshige was married, she did not change her surname.
"Tokyo seems to have changed a lot."
"Yes..." Hinano showed a smile: "Here, you will get the blessing from the god of death."
Her smile is very warm, and with her beauty, it is enough to break the hearts of countless men. But in the eyes of the Marquis, he is even more detestable than Raksha Yaksha. Although the Marquis was also stained with countless blood, he was never a bloodthirsty pervert. He would never do unnecessary killings, let alone take pleasure in killing people. But these Dead Apostles are different, they really feel carnival for death, and really enjoy killing! It can be said that it is an out-and-out, inhuman demon! Frankly speaking, if the Marquis could choose freely, he would never join this group of people!
"Let's go, Kuroshige." Ashiya Hina held the Marquis' hand and said, "It's about time. After tonight..."
"The Yusan family should become history."
When the word "history" was mentioned, Ashiya Hina's smile became ferocious.
"Don't be careless. Although the god of death is behind us, the enemy is the 'Yu Sanjia' after all."
"It's useless. No matter how powerful they are, when the god of death fully awakens, they will all die. Even if Abe Seimei is resurrected, the ending will be the same!"