Blueberry Assassin

America, 1980.
No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world.
"Studying medicine can't exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!" he resolved silently to himself.
On a misty, rain-soaked night.
"Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!" Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other.
The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to warm you up..." Xu Yi's face broke into a warm smile, "by setting you on fire!"
Ding dong! Ding dong!
"Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!"
"Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?"
Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter!
Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger!
Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

American Exorcism Male God

The Evil Spirit witch cackled fiercely, a laugh that only Xu Yi could hear.


She appraised Xu Yi with a mocking gaze, expecting to see a pained expression on his face, but to her disappointment, there was none. Xu Yi exhaled deeply, seemingly relieved.


"Alright, alright! So that's how you want to play? Well, you can't blame me for this!" Xu Yi murmured to himself.


The Evil Spirit was puzzled; had this guy gone mad, rambling nonsense here?


But the next second, it was stunned. Even as an Evil Spirit, it had never seen such a crazed human.


Xu Yi lifted a fruit knife, aimed it at his own heart, and plunged it in fiercely, blood spraying out.


The Evil Spirit stared blankly at Xu Yi, at a loss for words.


"See you in a bit," Xu Yi waved to the Evil Spirit.


Watching the smile on Xu Yi's face, the Evil Spirit, for some reason, suddenly had a bad premonition.


Chapter 32 Are you playing like this?