Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Looking at the already dead ghost, Leosley couldn't help but sigh.

As the first god to suffocate to death on the Douluo Continent, Ghost God can be considered a great pioneer.

However, Leosley didn't expect that this guy would be finished so quickly.

I originally thought we were going to have a big fight.

It can only be said that the ghost god, as a first-level god, certainly had a lot of prestige, but he was unlucky and ran into Leosley.

"Duke, what should he do?"

Hisewen slowly walked forward and reminded her.

She wasn't inexperienced in killing people, but it was rare. You have to understand that before the transformation of Mero Petersburg, it wasn't all benevolent people.

Those who rely solely on medical skills and naivety to make a living will suffer, even if they are the most favored by the Supreme Judge.

It was only after Leosley truly became the administrator of Melo Petersburg that she truly became a head nurse.

The black fog on the streets completely dissipated, and the sunlight shone unhindered on every corner of Wuhun City.

The corpse of the ghost lay quietly in the ice bubble, its face deathly pale, its eyes closed, already devoid of life.

Higewen looked down at the ghost in the ice bubble and said softly, "Duke, what do we do now? We can't just leave his body lying here forever."

Hisewen sighed softly, shifting her gaze from the ghost's pale face.

He turned to look at Leosley, his voice gentle yet tinged with urgency. "The body cannot remain here long, or it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Even if it's dead, the body of a ghost or god has still been bathed in the power of immortals and spirits; it is, after all, a divine body.

If we just leave it here unattended, problems will definitely arise later.

The Asura God and the God of Destruction will also find out about their methods. Leosley doesn't think he can keep it from them for long.

"Um……"

Leosley lowered his head in thought, several possible solutions flashing through his mind.

If the corpse of a ghost or deity is not handled properly, it could attract the attention of the God of Destruction and other gods. He must find a proper solution as soon as possible to ensure that no unnecessary trouble is caused.

Leosley raised his head slightly and looked at the distant sky.

"Head Nurse."

Higewen bent down and wiped the water stains on the ground with her gloves.

Her movements were slow and meticulous, as if she were handling a precious object rather than a lifeless deity. She carefully wrapped the ghost's arm with gauze to prevent blood from seeping out, then took out a small bottle of medicine and gently sprayed it on the corpse's wounds to prevent decay.

"Next, leave it to me."

The god of wrath, clad in a tattered orange robe, slowly emerged from the shadows, his gaze indifferently fixed on the corpse of the demon god.

"How long have you been watching?"

Leosley looked at the god of wrath and said.

"It's been quite a while; you arrived just as we met."

The god of wrath, with his hands in the pockets of his tattered robe, smiled slightly and said, "It's been a long time. You arrived just as we met."

His gaze swept over the corpse of the ghost, his tone indifferent.

Although they were colleagues, they just chose the wrong side, so there's nothing to regret.

In addition, since ghosts and gods are not popular in the divine realm, no one feels sorry for them.

The footsteps of the god of wrath were exceptionally clear, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression. His appearance caused the previously calm air to tighten once more, as if an invisible pressure was weighing on everyone's hearts.

Leosley remained standing, his expression unchanged, his gaze calmly meeting that of the God of Wrath. His posture was unwavering, his black armor reflecting a cold light in the sunlight, making him appear like an unshakeable mountain.

Siegwen stopped what she was doing, looked up, and glanced back and forth between the God of Wrath and Leosley. Her brow furrowed slightly, as if she sensed some kind of danger.

“In that case, I have no problem handing it over to you.” Leosley turned slightly to look at the God of Wrath.

"But aren't you afraid of being questioned by the God of Asura?"

"The Lord said that since you dare to disobey orders and kill people in the mortal realm, you must bear the consequences of killing them."

The god of wrath was neither sad nor happy. Although he represented the divine authority of wrath, one could not sense any anger from him.

Social anxiety, I understand.

However, the fact that I can now communicate with people without even reading a book is a kind of progress.

The ghost's corpse still lay quietly in the ice bubble, its pale face taut, seemingly expressing its unwillingness to accept death and its struggle. Its once majestic body had become fragile and helpless in the face of death, losing its former divine aura.

The god of wrath glanced at it and said expressionlessly, "To think that life would end in this way."

He shook his head slightly, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm. To him, the death of a ghost or deity was a humiliation, to have its life taken away by humans through suffocation.

"Oh, have you seen enough? If you have, take him away. We hope you won't tell anyone that we've killed this god."

Leosley said calmly.

The god of wrath nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

After all, it was part of the deal, and although the ghost was dead, his actions were well recorded by the god of wrath.

And this corpse is enough for our master to launch an attack on the God of Asura.

The God of Wrath slowly approached the corpse of the demon god, extended his right hand, and a faint red light emanated from his palm. The corpse of the demon god was enveloped in a red halo, and then slowly rose up.

"All you have to do is lift it up; it feels like there are so many unnecessary movements."

Higewen suddenly made a sarcastic remark.

"Maybe he's trying to show off?"

Leosley continued Hitchcock's words.

Upon hearing this, the God of Wrath's usually placid face revealed a shy expression.

Yes, he was indeed showing off his skills.

According to that book, to build good relationships with others, you should try to showcase your strengths.

So what is the only difference between him and Douluo Continent?

Nature is his divine power.

The God of Wrath blushed slightly, and the red light in his hand flashed a little faster. The corpse of the demon god slowly rotated in the air, a red halo flowing around it, as if performing some kind of mysterious ritual.

The god of wrath muttered to himself, "This isn't about showing off; it's just that... dealing with the corpses of gods requires a certain sense of ritual."

His tone was slightly stiff, and he was clearly not very good at defending himself.

"What is he saying?"

Hisewen tilted her head; it was obvious that even Melusin, with her keenest senses, hadn't heard the volume clearly.

A blush crept onto the ears of the God of Wrath, but his hand movements unconsciously became even more refined.

With a flick of his wrist, red light condensed into a thin thread, which wrapped around the corpse of the ghost and slowly pulled it toward him.

The moment Leosley's fingertips touched the icy blue barrier, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Ripples on the barrier's surface, like waves on water, gently spread before returning to their original calm. Sunlight streamed through the clouds, reflecting off the barrier and refracting a dazzling light, like countless diamonds sparkling.

Tang San's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand trembled slightly.

"What...what kind of power is this? What have you done?"

Leosley did not respond; he simply stood there quietly, his long black robes fluttering in the wind, like a king emerging from the abyss, cold and majestic.

Dai Mubai muttered to himself, his brows furrowed: "Just how powerful... is this guy?" (End of Chapter)