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

Ratma instinctively covered his chest with his claws, trying to block the statue inside. The statue sensed Xu Yi's gaze and burrowed deeper into the flesh, attempting to hide itself.


Xu Yi stared intensely at the Evil God statue, his pupils flickering with an eerie green light, like a wolf that had been starving for three days and nights suddenly discovering a prey with a broken leg.


The hope of killing the Evil God was right in front of him—who could resist such a temptation?


Empowered by the Fog of Obscurity, Xu Yi's body shot forward like a cannonball, his hand gripping the Saint O'Hagan tightly, ready to deliver a deadly blow to the Evil God.


But he suddenly came to an abrupt stop and flew backwards, creating distance.


Ratma chanted in an unknown language, his voice between a wild beast's roar and a choir's chant, eerie and filled with a certain beauty.


Chapter 133: The Flood of Black Blood