Although Yuan Xuexun hated the Japanese devils extremely, she was relieved to meet a living person in this environment.

"That's great, Yuko, you're still alive!"

Wushen Beidou was obviously relieved and said, "It's good that you are still alive... I'm really worried that something will happen to you..."

Yuan Xuexun sneered in his heart, you should hope to see me die.

In fact... the character of Wushen Beidou is the most character-specific person in the current script, and is also an actor with excellent acting skills. In fact, his personality is completely different from the role he plays. He appreciates the ancient Japanese Bushido spirit and emphasizes openness and integrity in his work, so he is disdainful of the shameless practice of forcing actors from the Kokawa Cinemas to sneak attack. However, he is powerless to change. He believes that if he really wants to prove the superiority of the Yamato nation, he should fight with great integrity and have no regrets even if he dies.

"What about the others? Big brother, second brother and Mr. Meng and others... are they all okay?"

"I don't know, when I woke up, I was already here... Why are there so many ancient soldiers' corpses?"

This... was once the battlefield of the Kanhara war, and countless soldiers were buried here. For war, victory will always belong to generals and ministers, and for unknown soldiers, it is just a horse and a corpse. Prosperity, the people suffer, the people suffer, the people suffer.

The corpses of soldiers all over the mountains and fields make people feel cold just by looking at them. If all the dead are resurrected, then Xue Xun asked herself, with her strength now being suppressed by the protagonist's halo, she would have no way to survive! Even if she adds the Godless Beidou around her, she will not be able to change the status quo!

At this time... they didn't know the huge changes that have taken place in Japan.

In a certain ordinary house in Tokyo.

The door was slowly opened, and then a man in a black suit walked in.

"I'm back."

After working overtime until so late, the man felt sore all over. He walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything to do for midnight snacks. But at this moment, he suddenly turned around and then saw that his wife was standing behind!

"What are you doing? I'm so scared! I haven't slept yet so late?"

Then he continued to move his gaze to the refrigerator. There was still nothing in it, so he closed the refrigerator, took out a cup of noodles from a carton next to the refrigerator, then tore the cup of noodles open, picked up the thermos bottle next to the stove and poured some hot water in. Then he said, "You go to bed, I'll eat instant noodles and go back to sleep."

Speaking of this, he yawned. He walked into the living room, sat down, waited for three minutes before uncovering the cup of noodles and starting to eat.

"By the way...Mayoko, is there any sake at home? I want to drink some."

However, there was no sound behind him.

"Mayoko?"

When he turned around, he saw a sharp kitchen knife in his wife's hand and chopped him up!

Three minutes later.

A large amount of blood flew everywhere, and the woman named Mayoko held up a kitchen knife. She waved the kitchen knife mechanized like chopping meat. Her husband under her had become bloody and bloody.

Then, she finally stopped chopping and slaying the corpse. Then, she stood up and picked up the cup noodles on the table. She tore the cup noodles open, then pried open her husband's mouth, and then poured the steaming instant noodles inside into his mouth!

"eat."

She only said one word.

After saying this sentence for about ten seconds, my husband's mouth suddenly started to wriggle! Then, the noodles began to enter his mouth one after another, and then it could be seen from his throat that the noodles were swallowed into his mouth! However, judging from the terrifying blood loss in the room and the wound on his chest, this was definitely a corpse.

Then, the wife continued to pour instant noodles into her husband's mouth, and repeated...

Countless children from all over Tokyo walked onto the streets late at night. They gathered in large numbers and moved towards a fixed location.

Finally, they came to a certain intersection. Countless children came from the intersection and gathered together.

And the common point of these people is...they all have Ultraman figure models in their hands!

The first generation Ultraman... Ultraman Sevin... Ultraman Jack... Ultraman Ace... Ultraman Tayro...

They also saw the strange scene on the TV.

Nearly five hundred children threw the Ultraman dolls in their hands into the center of the intersection one after another! At this intersection, there were no vehicles at this time.

Hundreds of Ultraman doll models were thrown to the ground and soon gathered into a hill. All of these Ultraman dolls have one thing in common, that is, they have countless scratches cut by knives. Some were deliberately twisted off their heads, or their hands and feet were removed, etc.

Ultraman, who was regarded as a "hero" by countless children in the past, was discarded here.

Such strange phenomena are happening everywhere in Japan.

At this time, the children made way out like an army. They stood straight, as if they were in a row, and they were not like children at all! Looking at the road being taken aside, a fat child came over with a bucket full of gasoline, and then poured the bucket of gasoline on the pile of Ultraman dolls in front of him!

Then, nearly five or six children took out matches from their pockets at the same time, lit them, and threw them at the pile of Ultraman dolls! Then... the pile of doll models... all started to burn!

The children's eyes reflected the fire in front of them.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing here?"

At this time, a patrol car drove over and saw the fire here, and immediately drove over!

"Why are so many children gathering?"

"I don't know, go and have a look!"

However, just as they were about to drive to the children, all of them suddenly turned their heads to the direction of the police car!

Countless children stare at them with horror gaze that is not like a living person at all...

"boom"!

The police car crashed into a grocery store.

In the police car, there were only two rotten corpses wearing police cars. Soon, flies would come over, lay eggs on them, and corrupt maggots.

Tokyo, Haneda Airport.

When the plane slowly landed on the airport, the Marquis had already sensed... At this time, Tokyo was filled with a strong sense of death. After all, he was a necromancer and was most sensitive to death. The necromancer was the person he loved the most.

Outside the airport, there are more than a dozen cars parked at this moment.

Walking out of the airport, a woman in a white kimono, surrounded by a large group of men in black, came to the Marquis.

"Heavy Black...you are finally back to Tokyo!"

"Hino, thank you for your hard work when I am not here." The Marquis naturally knew that the role of the woman in white in front of him in the movie was his wife, the only daughter of the contemporary head of the Ashiya family, Ashiya Hina. Because Uehara Kuroshi was married to her, she did not change her surname.

“It seems that a lot of changes have occurred in Tokyo.”

"Yes..." Hinano smiled: "Here, blessings from the god of death will be received."

Her smile was very warm, and her beauty was enough to make countless men feel disappointed. But in the eyes of the Marquis, it was even more disgusting than Rakshasa Yasha. Although the Marquis also dyed countless blood in his hands, he was never a bloodthirsty pervert. He never did unnecessary killing, nor did he enjoy killing. But these dead people were different. They really felt carnival for death and really enjoyed killing! It can be said that they were an unyielding and inhumane demon! To be honest, if the Marquis had free choice, they would never be with this group of people!

"Let's go, it's dark." Ashiya Hinano held the marquis' hand and said, "It's almost time. Wait until tonight..."

"The three families of the Imperial Family should become history."

When talking about the word "history", Ashiya Hinano's smile became ferocious.

"Don't be careless. Although there is death behind us, the enemy is the "Three Family of the Emperors" after all."

"It's useless. No matter how powerful they are, when the god of death is fully awake, they will die all over. Even if An/Bei Harumi is resurrected, the ending will be the same!"
Chapter completed!