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

Xu Yi suddenly smelled a damp mist, carrying a chilling coldness. Instinctively, he dodged to the side and turned his head, catching a glimpse of a towering figure in his peripheral vision.


A machete skimmed past his clothes, and Xu Yi broke out in a cold sweat. Had he not dodged quickly, his head might have been severed from his neck.


The frosty machete continued its relentless swing toward the person in the adjacent seat—James.


James really hit a streak of bloody bad luck!


He had sat next to Xu Yi hoping to avoid disaster by relying on the "Prophet Xu," but his clever plan backfired. Exorcists like Xu Yi were Jason's primary targets.


Blood splattered as James's neck, along with the bones within, was cleaved open in a single stroke.


James died just like that, with not a ripple of resistance, not even having had the chance to see the Demon, Jason, with his own eyes.


Chapter 67 The same move doesn't work on a Saint