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

In the corner of the Dissolving Cave, bodies piled up like small mountains, and a faint stench of decay spread through the air. The clothing styles of the corpses varied greatly, not belonging to any single era.


Xu Yi frowned and stared at the mass of corpses, feeling a strange and eerie sensation.


"People go missing in this area from time to time, and the state government has sent investigators, but nothing was ever found. Now it seems Mary Shaw is behind this," Hunter said, his voice low as he gradually regained his strength.


The way the bodies were stacked was peculiar; they all faced away from them, their faces obscured.


Laura, driven by curiosity, turned one of the bodies over, and then jumped back in horror.


The corpse's face was fixed in a weird smile, their lower jaw had been sawed off and then reattached. The eyes in their sockets were not human eyes but glass beads.


"These are... dolls? Mary Shaw has been making dolls!" Hunter's voice trembled.


Chapter 50: The Turbulent Crowd of Puppets