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 stared at the figure rising tumultuously in the black waters, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.


Could that annoying little bug still not be dead? Such tenacious vitality, was it really human and not a Demon?


No! Even a Common Demon should have dissolved in the black blood.


He quickly sensed that something was amiss, the figure bore no trace of human aura, it was merely an undead body.


The undead was covered in rotten flesh, and logically, the corrosive nature of the black blood shouldn't be so weak, which could only mean that the undead's body was out of the ordinary.


The undead's pupils were blood red, and the veins in its eyes seemed ready to burst forth, with hideous bones sprouting from its back like wings of thorns unfurling.


The Thorn-ridden Corpse behaved like a wild beast, lunging towards Ratma.


Chapter 135 Self-Destruct