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 was pleasantly surprised. Letting the heretic Hunter escape had indeed been the right choice—information about the Nest of the Evil God had been intercepted so quickly.


However, when he looked down at the Ghost Samurai Armor, his mood was not as joyous.


A crack half a palm long had appeared at the bottom edge of the armor.


A qualified manifestation of the Evil God must withstand the immense pressure brought on by the transition between the incorporeal and the corporeal. Clearly, the Ghost Samurai Armor before him did not meet the standard.


But he was also puzzled—cracks in the shell were a clear sign of collapse.


Logically, the crack should have spread rapidly over the entire armor, yet it had stopped after the single crack, which baffled him.


He examined the map of New York and located the approximate position of Vincent's farm.


Xu Yi stepped forward, and the Ghost Samurai Armor again transformed into a black mist, streaming towards the door.


Chapter 169: The Enthusiastic and Hospitable "Farmer