Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 242 Fear is the breeding ground for trust

Li Xuan's words on the phone sent a chill down Zhong Jiu's spine, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.

Despite already being a demon who wields supernatural powers, he still resorts to such a vicious scheme.

Zhong Jiu felt extremely cold all over, as if he was about to be slaughtered at any moment.

Li Xuan's voice came: "As long as you don't believe in the sunlight, he is a shaman who needs to perform complicated rituals to harm a person. He is also a living person."

"Officer Zhong Jiu, as a public official who has spent years fighting crime, do you really think you can't deal with a misguided evil shaman?"

Zhong Jiu's information was mentioned in a few words.

living person?

Every living person is afraid of being shot!

The police chief of Gucheng is stationed in the city year-round. If there are any taboo situations in Gucheng, he can obtain authorization to use handguns and other weapons with just a phone call. However, once a shot is fired, a lot of reports need to be written, which is very troublesome. Therefore, unless it is a desperate arrest operation, no one will apply for a handgun and will try to avoid firing it.

Zhong Jiu's gaze was resolute. Anyone who harmed Gucheng, especially the one who had wronged his daughter, would pay the price...

He lowered his voice and said, "What should I do now? Should I secretly gather evidence, or should I just take this guy into custody?"

Li Xuan said, "Let things take their course. You need to 'believe' what he says and make him feel like he has you under control. When he's full of confidence, that's when his weaknesses are most obvious. Just tell him his every move, and I'll naturally make him expose all his evil deeds..."

Zhong Jiu nodded: "I'll listen to you!"

He couldn't tell who was good and who was bad, so he could only subconsciously stand next to Li Xuan, the strongman, even if he ultimately lost the judgment.

Perhaps... as an obedient dog, Li Xuan couldn't bear to kill him.

Hey……

The sunlight on the steps keenly sensed Zhong Jiu's emotional change. Seeing him hang up the phone, it asked, "What happened? Do you need my help?"

Zhong Jiu pretended to wipe his eyes and said, "It's something at the police station, very complicated. I feel like I have no control over my own destiny, all sorts of messy things keep coming my way."

Now there are foreigners and devils involved. If it weren't for your help, my "own person," I really wouldn't know who to trust.

Upon hearing this, Riguang was overjoyed, but said seriously, "This is my profession. Here's what we'll do: tonight I'll organize a few fellow shamans to expel the 'wild ghost' from your daughter's body!"
But this ceremony is extremely important; the slightest mistake could cost me my life. So you must ensure it proceeds smoothly and do not obstruct it in any way…”

Zhong Jiu is not good at acting, so he could only maintain a frustrated expression throughout.

After all, suffering is what he's most familiar with.

……

On a high rock in the village, Li Xuan sat there, hung up his phone, looked at the "prosperous" area of ​​Gucheng in the distance, and then jumped down from the rock.

The mountain goddess never left; she stood beneath the rock watching Li Xuan meditate cross-legged all night.

Li Xuan said, "We should go find the Japanese, lest things get complicated."

He felt that he had been too cautious when venturing into other worlds and completing missions, which led to many tragedies that could have been prevented still happening...

Experience the world of The Exorcist.

He got it.

Many of the world's "Destiny" villains are actually quite weak under normal circumstances, and can even be killed by a single bullet.

Once their wrongdoing is confirmed, the best course of action is to swiftly and decisively eliminate them to nothing. This mindset has been established.

Li Xuan felt refreshed and invigorated.

He took out his compass from his pocket and immediately determined the direction of Tamura. This islander was still thinking about Tani Castle and had not left the 50-kilometer radius.

Having ambition is a good thing; it makes things easier.

The mountain goddess asked, "Don't you want to eat something?"

Li Xuan looked at the rising sun in the east: "Let's eat after we finish our work. Eating kimchi so early in the morning can easily cause stomach aches..."

Inside a dark and damp cave in Sanzhushan, with even small stalactites, Tamura, covered in blood, curled up there, sorting through one photograph after another.

He still has one card left to play.

This card represents the shaman Nikko, who is a descendant of Japanese people from the Japanese occupation era who left behind their bloodline in South Korea, but he is also a living person.

If the young man wanted to "punish the wicked and eliminate evil," he could not turn his hand against the sunlight of "justice."

Tamura knew these boring exorcists all too well. No matter what sect they belonged to, they were all hypocritical and would eventually be killed by their boring doctrines!
If those who are saved can have a grateful heart.

Shinto priests can be simply categorized, starting from the lowest rank of Ōshi, progressing step by step to Kwon Mi-i, Mi-i, Kwon Kōji, and finally to the highest rank of Kōji.

His rank had long since reached the level of a Palace Attendant.

The shrine in that island nation covers a large area, but unfortunately...

If justice were effective, why would the priests of the Quan Gong Si Temple have fallen so low, sacrificing their faith to become the filthiest and ugliest "ghosts" in the underworld? Even in the human world, they couldn't adapt to spacious houses and had to live in cramped quarters to feel a sense of security...

In the few months since Tamura arrived in Yashiro, he has already killed several people.

Looking at the photos of the villagers in his hand, both before and after their deaths, he couldn't help but smile. Destroying these people's beliefs and absorbing their vitality was the most enjoyable experience.

The candlelight in the cave flickered on its own even without wind, and Tamura's shadow swayed back and forth on the cave wall.

He stretched out his somewhat deformed hand and stroked his left thigh. A complete kneecap had grown back at his knee, and it would only take another half month for his leg to grow back completely.

Shinto priests of the high rank have fallen and become "demons." They possess the demons' strong physique, superhuman strength, and regenerative abilities. They can also extend their lifespan by absorbing vital energy. Most importantly, Shinto techniques can be performed through the demons' bodies, and are even more powerful...

Tamura took a fresh sheep's head from a blood-soaked burlap sack and placed it on the altar. On the altar was a hastily sculpted headless statue of a god.

He made a hand seal with his deformed fingers, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. As long as he cooperated with the ritual of sunlight at night, the ritual of expelling the wild ghost from the little girl's body on the other side of the sunlight, and he performed the soothing ritual on this side, the ritual could be completed without any harm!

The ritual of sunlight was performed openly and honestly in the village, and once the little girl returned to normal, she immediately gained the trust of the villagers...

Ha ha!

During the few months he spent in Gucheng, a faint sense of fear permeated the hearts of all the villagers.

Fear is the best breeding ground for trust.

Click.

The newly carved headless statue, without any spiritual awakening or divine power, cracked in two before Tamura's eyes...

Tamura: "..."

(End of this chapter)