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

Fick stared blankly at the Ghost Samurai Armor, finally noticing the anomaly—it was bones! An extra skeleton had appeared inside the armor!


The surface of the skeleton was covered with fresh flesh, which was shockingly golden in color.


Countless tiny tendrils, also golden, sprouted from the flesh, twining around the broken pieces of armor and reassembling them.


The armor was reborn, and the golden flesh that repaired the cracks looked like some sort of bizarre pattern, giving the entire armor a unique aesthetic appeal.


Naturally, the skeleton was the Bone of Nightmares. In the midst of fending off the Evil God Michael, the Bone of Nightmares had finally arrived.


Xu Yi hadn't expected that the evolved Bone of Nightmares, upon discovering the shattered Ghost Samurai Armor, would develop a desire to fuse with it, leading to the scene before him.


Michael suddenly turned around, his indifferent pupils revealing impatience.


Chapter 180 Wailing Storm