"The son of the president of the Spirit-Expelling Society..."
Zhou Li returned to the apartment where he lived, looked at the headless corpse sealed in the mirror world and muttered to himself.
It's not that I'm afraid of retaliation, I'm just curious that as the only son of the highest leader of the Soul Exorcist Society, he didn't have anything to save his life, so he died so easily?
And this is a typical thinking misunderstanding. Yamamoto Jiro thought that it was just a one-time win-over, and it would be best if it succeeded.
If he fails, not only is he a member of the embassy, but he is also the only son of the president of the Spirit-Spelling Society. As long as he still has the ability to think independently, he will not dare to kill himself.
But for Zhou Li, this world is just a grain of sand in the world, and there is no tie here.
If you have no scruples, you will be unscrupulous.
It's not Zhou Li's style to shake his watch to call out the elf and wait for others to come and stir up trouble.
He prefers to plan ahead and take the initiative to nip danger in the bud.
Su Hui appeared in a white coat, holding a hammer in his right hand and pliers in his left hand. Looking at the cleaned room, he put down the hammer, pushed the microscope on the bridge of his nose, and said as if he was possessed by Conan:
"Is someone looking for trouble?"
Zhou Li said cheerfully: "That's about it. I was thinking it's almost the Chinese New Year, so I wanted to set off a big firework."
"Sure?"
"Of course, bigger is better."
…
Heian Kyo.
Kiyomizu Temple.
An old man held a broken jade plaque, staggered and ran to the main hall and cried:
"President, Master Jiro Yamamoto..., he has served the country in pieces."
"Impossible..., impossible!" After hearing the bad news, Yamamoto Daisuke stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy, and fell straight to the ground.
"President! President, are you okay?"
Several children and old men around him quickly stepped forward to check, with anxious expressions.
If something happens to the president at this time, a few of them will inevitably be buried with him.
Amidst the shouts of everyone, Yamamoto Daisuke slowly woke up. Staring at the old man with red eyes, he said angrily, "No matter who killed Jiro, I want him to be buried with him!"
"Hi, President, please rest assured. I will go to Yunshan City to investigate and will definitely bring back the murderer's head and Master Jiro's body." The old man bowed his head in response.
At this time, bursts of laughter came from the void. A headless corpse immediately fell from the sky: "Hahaha, I knew you were going to look for this thing. Don't bother, I just brought it here."
"Jiro!" Yamamoto Daisuke looked at the tragically dead body and instantly recognized through the characteristics of his clothing that this was his only son.
Then he shouted in great grief: "Who! Who did it? Get out of here in a coward!"
…
There was silence all around, as if the scene that just happened was just an illusion.
Yamamoto Daisuke used his ghost hands to take out the treasured ghost weapon: the eight-foot mirror. He looked around vigilantly, still carefully guarding against enemies hiding in the dark.
"boom………"
Outside the temple.
A huge mushroom cloud rises, and particles at the microscopic level collide, bringing extreme light and extreme heat.
The sonic boom swept across, the entire temple was instantly wiped out, and the people hiding inside turned into dust in a hazy moment.
All supernatural means only delay the time of death.
The old man watched as the wrinkled skin on his body dissolved, revealing bright red beating muscles. In the blink of an eye, the muscles were scorched and turned into ashes after being detached.
The whole person is like peeling an onion, being decomposed layer by layer, inch by inch.
Powerful shock waves spread across the area, with Kiyomizu Temple as the center, turning hundreds of kilometers into scorched earth. Wherever it went, the earth shook, houses disappeared, and everything was turned into powder.
Farther away, the dry wooden house was ignited by the hot air, and the sea of fire continued to spread.
People with their bodies on fire, struggling in pain, screaming and wailing can be seen everywhere on the street.
The laws of physics once again remind the world that in this era when evil spirits are everywhere, its power is no worse than theirs.
…
"Didi, didu, didu"
"What's going on! How is it possible!"
Nuclear energy departments around the world looked at the images from satellites with their mouths agape amid the sound of sirens, and couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
After repeated confirmation, the department head immediately submitted the conclusion to the superior.
Then he seemed to let out a sigh of relief, slumped down on the chair, looked at the miserable Sakura Country and murmured to himself: "This time things are serious!"
The harm caused by nuclear weapons is not necessarily more serious than that of a knocker. But the bad effects it brings are beyond the reach of the devil.
Once it is not done properly, it is very likely to become the trigger for World War III.
Resurrection of the backside of the world.
In the imaginary world.
"I smile proudly, and smile proudly again, hoping to live a happy life..."
Zhou Li was lying on the rocking chair, looking at the devastating scene outside through the special power of the mirror ghost, and couldn't help humming a tune.
Before you understand the rules, technological nuclear weapons are really easy to use.
At this time.
With a "pop" sound, a charred figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground, twitching from time to time.
Zhou Li looked at the struggling figure, stood up and used a wooden stick to turn him over. After seeing clearly who it was, he mercilessly mocked: "Hey, isn't this the president of our Soul Exorcist Society, Yamamoto?"
"Why are you here? Are the fireworks not beautiful?"
Yamamoto Daisuke stood up staggeringly and peeled off the thick blood scab on his face, revealing a fierce look on his severely burned face.
He stared at Zhou Li and asked: "Why, why did you kill Jiro and why did you destroy the Sakura Spirit Exorcist Society?"
"If I remember correctly, our Spirit-Expelling Society seems to have never offended you. We didn't even know there was a person like you before this."
Zhou Li flexed his muscles and looked at him as if he were a fool.
I saw him saying to the miserable Yamamoto Daisuke: "It's not like I haven't offended him at all."
"If you feel you are wronged, why not think about it from another perspective."
"Jiro Yamamoto came to ask for help, but I ignored him, so he threatened him. After that, he brought a group of little spicy chickens to make trouble, and I shot and injured them."
"He fled back to Sakura Country. You were so angry that you asked the rest of the Soul Expulsion Club to kill me. After beating the younger ones, the older ones were killed, and then the older ones were killed. Finally, you personally took action to fight me."
"Look, do you feel better when I say this? It's just that I find it troublesome and save the intermediate steps."
Speaking of this, Zhou Li spread his hands and shrugged helplessly: "Besides, it is easy to overturn if you do that. Why take risks when there is a safe way? It's just that a little more people will die."
That’s all.”
"Furthermore, who has never died since ancient times? Why don't you do me a favor before you die? I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."
Looking at the faint smile on Zhou Li's face, Yamamoto Daisuke felt chills all over his body. It turns out that people can be so cruel, and the ghosts actually look extremely cute compared to him.
"Senra Ghost Hand!" Daisuke Yamamoto shouted angrily. Everything he had fought for in the first half of his life had been dissipated by the nuclear explosion, and now he only had revenge in his heart.
The ground shook slightly, and thick black liquid flowed everywhere.
Zhou Li suddenly found that he was fixed to the ground unable to move, and pale white palms with corpse spots stretched out from them.
The fingers continued to grow and twist into fleshy ropes, tightly wrapping around Zhou Li's body and dragging him into the black mucus.
When Zhou Li was completely submerged in the mucus, Yamamoto Daisuke changed his previous sad expression and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He said to the place where he disappeared: "You are very good. You are the most promising young man I have seen in these years. Unfortunately, you are too arrogant. Only dead people are the best people to talk to."
As the top decision-maker of the organization, he has matured as he matures. Even if he is extremely angry inside, he will not lose his composure in front of outsiders.
"You are right. I think so too. Only dead people are the best people to talk to."
The corners of Daisuke Yamamoto's raised lips froze, his expression was shocked, and he looked behind him in disbelief.
Zhou Li was seen floating in mid-air, with scarlet blood and tears flowing from his empty eyes. His body was thin and his complexion was pale, and his abdomen was deeply sunken.
The mirror ghost realm unfolded to wrap it up.
He looked at Daisuke Yamamoto on the ground and said cheerfully: "Old Biden, I can clearly see your little moves from above."
"I'm just young, but I don't have a low IQ. How can I come forward without knowing what cards you have?"
After saying that, he clenched his right hand slightly, and the mirror ghost domain quickly shrank, fitting closely with Yamamoto Daisuke's body and imprisoning him inside.
Then a simple mirror appeared in front of him. The frame of the mirror was made of copper and was now stained with patina, but the surface of the mirror was as new as ever. It was a little too bright. If you don't look at the old copper-green frame, just look at the surface of the mirror.
Look, you can't tell it's hundreds of years old at all.
"Hachiku..." Daisuke Yamamoto was still trying to struggle, but the simple mirror in front of him burst out with strong attraction.
Spiral ripples appeared on the mirror surface like flowing water, constantly cutting into his soul, and the separated shadows were forced into it.
Yamamoto Daisuke's eyes gradually faded, eventually losing all color, and his empty eyes stared straight into the mirror.
Correspondingly, his shadow in the mirror gradually took shape.
Three hundred and seventy-eight hundred and forty-five copies
Zhou Li took back the ghost realm, closed his eyes and felt the ghost shadows floating in the infinite mirror, and an outrageous number came to his mind.
He said to himself: "Is this the correct way to use the infinite mirror seal?"
"Soul, reality and reality, space."
"It seems that if you want to use the complete infinite mirror seal, you need to start from these three aspects."
And Zhou Li is not capable of perfecting any of these three aspects now.
After confirming that there were no mistakes, Zhou Li walked to the body and groped up and down dishonestly with his hands.
Soon, he found a round mirror in the body's pocket.
The mirror is well made, and the back is carved with gold and silver as a phoenix seeking a phoenix. The phoenix is majestic and the phoenix is dignified.
History has left traces on it, and there are some dim oxides in the gaps, making it look more primitive and grand. The silhouette of the person in the mirror is clear, and it can be seen that it has been well maintained on weekdays.
After Zhou Lizai observed it, he always felt that the mirror surface was not in harmony with the mirror. He couldn't help but frown slightly, it seemed that this thing was not simple.
A ghastly ghostly aura emerged from his body and wrapped around it. After taking back the ghostly aura, the mirror ghost's supernatural power told him that the ghost mirror was assembled from two unrelated parts.