People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"It's easy for us to want her dead, but we can't afford retaliation from the Japanese government." Atagoyama Tarobo tapped the ground rhythmically with his cane. "After much deliberation, we've decided that only Doctor can help us. In your name, we can bear the wrath of the Japanese government."

"So, here comes my big deal?" The Doctor sniffed his hand. The strong smell of medical alcohol made him narrow his eyes. "Tell me, whose soul do you want?"

"Her name is Shiraishi Nagimitsu, and she's a representative of the Japanese Diet," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile. "She's quite famous, and the doctor will know if he asks around."

"No need, of course I know her." The Doctor leaned back in his chair. "She's also something I've always wanted to collect."

"That's perfect. We want her soul and you want her body. We can cooperate." said the big-footed man outside.

"No, no, no, I just admire you. I never do anything that loses money. If I don't get a satisfactory reward, even if I want to, I won't do it." The Doctor spread his hands and said, "I'm not only a bit of a germaphobe, but I'm also a very principled person."

"If you were a human..." Xue Ji stood aside and sneered softly.

"You, the demon tribe, cannot afford retaliation from the Japanese government. I understand that you have children, property, and ties to this island nation." The Doctor was unconcerned.

"I can. I have nothing. The worst that can happen is I can sacrifice this villa and go home. I'm just tired of staying here."

"So, what are you going to give in exchange for the soul of that beautiful council member? I don't believe you can offer anything like the soul of a Japanese council representative."

"Of course we're prepared," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile. "We know the doctor's price for treatment."

After saying that, he nodded.

Xue Ji took out a box engraved with hexagonal magic circles and various talismans.

Take two steps forward and put it on the desk.

[Doctor] picked up the alcohol spray and sprayed it.

Open the box slowly and then close it quickly.

Close your eyes and think for a while.

"I admit, I'm touched. I don't know where you found this, but it's very important to me. Very important." The Doctor opened his eyes and sighed. "It's really hard for me to refuse. It's very difficult to refuse."

"Then our contract can be completed?" said Atagoyama Tarobo.

"Of course, no problem." The [Doctor] opened a drawer, took out a piece of parchment, and tossed it to Atagoyama Tarobo. "Put your fingerprint on it, and our contract will be signed."

Atagoyama Tarobo took the parchment and gently pressed his fingerprint on it.

"Very good." The Doctor took the parchment and examined it. "I should remind you that I bear the risk of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul and the Japanese government's revenge. This is clearly stated in the contract."

"However, if there are other unexpected risks that I need to bear, this reward will not be enough."

"Doesn't that mean your business will never lose money?" Xue Ji scoffed. "All accidents will be borne by the employer."

"Of course, otherwise why would I be called a doctor?" The doctor said with a smile, "All surgeries carry risks. You can choose not to do it, but if you do, the risks must be borne by you. I can only bear the risks stipulated in the contract."

"No wonder your clan is the only one that betrays others. No one can plot against you." Xue Ji snorted coldly.

"Thank you for the compliment." [Doctor] clapped his hands.

"Who?" Xue Ji suddenly frowned, and a blue light flashed in her eyes above the mask.

A ray of cold air flew towards Atagoyama Tarobo.

The temperature of the cold air was so low that it froze the air as it passed through, leaving behind a trail of white crystals visible to the naked eye.

'Clang clang.'

Ten red lights appeared.

Ten tiny cracks appeared in space.

The flying cold air was instantly cut by ten cold lights, turning into broken snowflakes and floating on the ground.

After the red light disappeared, a slim figure slowly emerged.

Wearing a men's suit, shirt and tie.

A pair of extremely beautiful hands crossed in front of the shirt.

The slender white fingers were painted with crimson nail polish.

The ten red nails emitted a continuously flashing red light.

The beam of red light illuminated her snow-white, cold, and beautiful face.

Her black hair just reached the shoulders of her suit, with a few strands tucked behind her small ears.

A diamond stud adorns the earlobe.

Then the lower body is still the matching trousers.

A pair of black high heels.

Wearing black stockings.

The snow-white, straight instep still looks bright white through the black stockings.

"My name is Makie, and I don't have a last name." The beautiful woman, dressed in a somewhat androgynous style, said softly.

Her voice is both clear and has the charm of a mature woman.

"Let me introduce her. She is the one who will be performing the surgery this time." The [Doctor] said with a smile.

"Doctor, I don't doubt your professionalism, but this guy? Are you sure you won't ruin our plans?" The half-meter-tall man with long legs who had been standing at the doorway and hadn't come in took off his hoodie with his big hands.

"You know, if she fails, the Japanese government will definitely have the Tokyo Exorcist Guard protect her."

"With the current strength of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard, if they focus on protecting Shiraishi Nagimitsu, they will never have another chance to attack."

Take off the sweatshirt.

There was only one slanted eye on his face, squinting as he stared at the beautiful woman dressed in a neutral style who called herself Ma Feihui.

"Or you can use your only eye to bet on my ability? Aobozu!" The red light on Makie's hands grew another inch.

There was a hissing sound as if the space was being broken.

"No need," Atagoyama Tarobo said with a smile, "The surgery contract has been signed, and the matter is settled. Now, let's talk about how to deal with the increasing incense power in my body. Doctor, do you have any suggestions?"

"Of course there are several ways." The doctor frowned and saw the bloodstains that Qing Fangzhu had just brought in, and waved his hand.

The bloodstain seemed to have its own life. It bent its body and arched out of the door like a blood-red earthworm.

"It depends on the price you pay." The [Doctor] then looked at Atagoyama Tarobo with satisfaction.

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The ancient country of Izumo.

Fang Zuo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his huge body with satisfaction.

The Asura body combined with the Taoist body refining method is indeed a perfect match.

It is hard to say whether this body refining method was not derived from the Asura clan in ancient times.

Looking inward at his soul, he refined a vast amount of pure soul energy and got rid of his weakness.

Fang Zuo felt tired, and his body suddenly shrank and returned to normal.

Unfortunately, the goddess Izanami escaped.

Fang Zuo took out a set of clothes and put them on.

He touched his chin and thought that he had to ask Shiraishi Nagimitsu to prepare more.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked to the east.

He frowned.

Who is so blind as to dare to curse his own woman?

court death.

After so many times of dual cultivation, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's soul has been refined to be extremely pure.

Not to mention that he left the Nascent Soul Law in her soul, even if he didn't, these black magic spells couldn't touch her soul at all.

Fang Zuo locked onto the direction of the black magic spell and sneered.

Turning around, he saw millions of living people and ghosts from the ancient Yun Kingdom kneeling on the ground and praying.

They didn't know what was happening, they just kept kowtowing and praying for God's mercy.

It would be a waste if these resources are not utilized.

Fang Zuo turned and left.

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Miyagi Mukoko walked blankly on the street.

These days, she was both happy and sad.

What made me happy was shopping and singing Karaoke with Kana Morisawa, and I experienced the joy and friendship that I had never experienced before.

What worries me is, what should I do with my own tasks?

Goddess Izanami neither gave herself a new task nor told her what to do next?

Should we terminate or continue?

Or go back by yourself?

Miyagi Mukaiko walked straight ahead.

On a late autumn night, the temperature on the streets of Tokyo was a bit low.

She was wearing a white coat, which was open.

Inside is a small black jacket and a white vest.

Black stockings wrapped around her slender long legs and two skinny buttocks.

That day, the man grabbed his long legs with each hand.

Break yourself apart.

Falling into coma again and again.

Occasionally, his big hands would move back and forth along the stockings.

It seems he likes his legs very much.

A blush appeared on Miyagi Mukaiko's face.

The buttocks are slightly tightened.

"Xiangzi, what are you thinking about? I've walked past you!" Kana Morisawa called her.

Only then did Miyagi Muko realize that she had already passed the place where she got on the bus.

I quickly turned around and said, “I’m coming.”

"Why have you been in a daze these past few days?" Kana Morisawa looked at Miyagi Muko who was sitting next to her, stretched out her hand and patted her face: "Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...nothing." Miyagi Xiangzi said with a red face.

"Are you really okay?" Kana Morisawa looked at her whose neck was red.

Kana Morisawa chuckled, "Just bear with it. I don't know who was in so much pain back then, but now you become like this just by recalling it."

"How can that be so exaggerated..." Miyagi Xiangzi quickly covered Morisawa Kana's red lips with her small hand, stopping her from continuing and quickly changing the subject: "By the way, what's the situation with the Southeast Asian gangs?"

"Progress is going relatively smoothly. Southeast Asia isn't a large region, after all. However, we're having trouble with some gangs' sorcerers and indigenous people, likely due to a lack of manpower," Kana Morisawa said. "But the biggest problem is still in Brazil."

Kana Morisawa frowned and sighed, "The size of the Brazilian mafia is second only to that of Mexico. Furthermore, due to the large number of Japanese buying land in Brazil, the recent anti-Japanese sentiment has become quite serious, affecting the development of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Brazil."

"Are there many Japanese in Brazil?" Miyagi Mukako said in surprise.

"Well, decades ago, the government started a program called 'Barnacle Plan' to acquire a large number of overseas markets while also exporting its own people to various parts of the world, with Brazil currently being the largest recipient," Kana Morisawa said.

"The gangs there have much more powerful weapons than the Yamaguchi-gumi, and Brazil is a Catholic territory. Under the protection of Catholicism, the Italian Mafia also has a considerable presence there."

"In the final analysis, the Yamaguchi-gumi still lacks manpower, and it is difficult to recruit new Yamaguchi-gumi members in the Catholic territory."

The car soon arrived at the Edogawa Bonsai Museum.

"Oh, I'm so tired." Kana Morisawa lay on the sofa, took off the same black coat as Miyagi Muko, and threw it away.

A pair of equally thin long legs wrapped in white lace stockings hung on Miyagi Mukaiko's thighs.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes and fainted.

"Who?" Miyagi Xiangzi stood up immediately.