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

A cold presence emerged, and Harada Mieko trembled even more violently. She instinctively wanted to flee but was sternly stopped by the old crone.


Harada Mieko pressed her hands together, her eyes closed, praying, muttering unknown prayers under her breath.


Xu Yi was a bit taken aback—could these two people be fools? Even knowing that something was wrong, they didn't run, but instead prayed there. Which deity would have the time to take care of your matters?


From time to time, Harada Mieko would open her eyes to look at the Samurai Armor; suddenly, Xu Yi realized that the deity they were praying to was him.


But how on earth did the Ghost Samurai become the object of their prayers?


Could it be that someone recognized the divinity of the Samurai Armor, so they bought it, constructed a shrine, and prayed for protection?


If it were anywhere else, people probably wouldn't dare to do this, but in the peculiar country of Japan, everything was possible.


Chapter 191: How Does Your Excellency Intend to Deal with This?