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

Black walls suddenly appeared ahead, completely blocking the path, and the figure in a hooded black robe leaned against the wall, gasping for air.


He clearly remembered that there wasn't a wall there before. Freddie had used his ability to alter the terrain here.


"Poor little mouse, seems like you've run out of options?"


Freddie came from the other end of the sewer, his Iron Claw scraping against the walls, making a grating sound.


His steps quickened, his eyes filled with hunger, he couldn't wait to devour the "True God's soul" in front of him.


The shadow suddenly lifted its hooded black robe and turned its head, staring at Freddie with an innocent face, "Mr. Freddie, what do you want with me?"


"How could it be you?" Freddie exclaimed in shock. He had followed the divine aura here but hadn't expected to find Handon.


Chapter 367: Am I Freddie? Or Xu Yi?