Crossover anime/manga, can you be my immortal companion for life?

Kazuma felt that as his blood loss worsened, his limbs began to feel cold, and his mind became increasingly foggy.

He felt himself being dragged through another door, and then he found himself in a fairly spacious office area.

The noise here was deafening, and Kazuma mustered his last bit of strength to lift his head.

What came into view was a scene under dim yellow light, where many emaciated people in tattered clothes were busy, and the sound of metal clanging could be heard constantly.

In front of the door was a cross-shaped platform. He saw something resembling handcuffs and shackles on the platform, and hanging above it were things like pliers, nail clippers, and knives used to pierce ears or eyeballs.

Knowing that he would really suffer if he didn't exert himself, Kazuma, who was being dragged along, suddenly sprang up and slammed his head against the cross platform.

"What are you doing?! How did you pull people away like that?!"

Listening to the sounds fading into the distance, I felt that familiar, numbing, and comforting emotion that comes with the impending death of a living being.

Three minutes later.

"Ugh! How dare they treat me and Grandpa Zhen like this!"

Kazuma Sato climbed out of the passenger seat.

"Kerry, is there anything else usable in the car?"

Ps:

Because I minted coins again and posted today's update yesterday, the first chapter update time will be changed to around 9:30 from now on, meow! No more presets, meow!

PS2: Yesterday's update counts as an extra chapter; today's update will be a normal two chapters.

Chapter Thirty-One: What kind of teacher is this, Guda!

Three times, three times!

Kazuma, holding an iron wrench, stepped onto the path leading to the temple.

Because they had run out of weapons in the vehicle, Kerry had already driven back to the village to find something for Kazuma, hoping to get back to the foot of the mountain before he crashed again.

Meanwhile, on the mountain path, in front of the shrine, another person was leading a group of people down the mountain.

This was a young man who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Unlike the group of people around him who were carrying hunting rifles, he did not have any firearms in his hands. Instead, he had a katana at his waist.

Yamashita Saito, the person in charge of this Mount Tento, is also the only werewolf born in all these years besides himself, according to Seishin.

His face was now etched with displeasure.

"What a hassle, I'm so hesitant and timid."

He complained about Yamada and Shizunobu's cowardice, finding it absurd. He thought it would be better to just call the Metropolitan Police Department or the Inugane Group from Matsunashi.

As a result, the richest man in Yamada was worried that outsiders would not trust them, so he chose not to attend the ceremony.

The so-called Dharma assembly is actually just inviting some trusted, powerful, and wealthy people to the village.

Show those guys the undead nature of the ghouls, and then make them crave your help.

Of course, they wouldn't tell the other person that they were going to become a light-averse vampire monster.

They fabricated a mystical explanation for this, saying that it was to create Arhat statues for the wealthy so that they could become Buddhas and achieve immortality in reality.

They would have Jingxin and him perform during the day, and then at night they would have the villagers come out to demonstrate that terrifying healing ability.

Then, when the other person sees these amazing things and starts to get itchy, say it's a pity that this body can only move around in the surrounding spiritual mountains and blessed lands. If it goes out, it will directly ascend to the Pure Land and can only enjoy bliss in heaven.

So they were asked to do them some favors, to help them continue to recruit people while they were in office, or to provide financial assistance, which was called doing good deeds and donating money.

Then, when they get really old, or get a terminal illness and feel they don't have long to live, they invite people to the mountains to become ghouls. At that point, even if the other person can't accept it, they have to accept it. And basically, they adapt after a few days. After they also become ghouls, in order to have a continuous supply of food so they don't die, they can only work even harder for the organization and remotely control their children, who were promoted long before they came down, to continue helping the village.

Over the course of fourteen years, Yamada relied on this method, along with planting and producing contraband, to continuously obtain a supply of "food" and gradually expand his business until he could directly put pressure on the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and had begun to make contact with some truly important figures.

The reason it's so slow is because the powerful and wealthy people he's won over aren't stupid.

Everyone knows that if that old man quickly gets involved with someone of higher rank than themselves, they'll be out of the picture. After all, this is about achieving immortality by forming the body of an Arhat, and how many people can resist such a thing? So they've been suppressing Yamada and only allowing him to contact them unilaterally.

Yamada considered that the other party would be living with him in the future, so he dared not let those people send people to support him. First, he was afraid that the matter of the Shiki would be exposed and that there would be too many participants. Second, he was afraid that those important figures would find it unsafe to live with him and would have concerns when they got old.

However, Yamada's little scheme seemed ridiculous to the Qi people.

In fact, it wouldn't hurt to call those old men and women vampires; they would still take the bait. Moreover, if they knew that the defenses here were insecure, they would only be more willing to provide material support to strengthen the defenses, instead of being timid and hesitant.

Yamada has had it for over a decade, so he has forgotten what he once had: those old men who, despite reaching high positions, could only feel the fear of life drifting further and further away from them.

Unfortunately, Yamada and Shizunobu never listened to his opinions and thought he was too rash, which made Qi Ren, who was ordered to lead people down the mountain to see why people kept coming up, very unhappy.

As they walked, they encountered Kazuma Sato, who was going up the mountain.

"Tsk! Playing tricks."

Qi Ren frowned. He recalled the corpse he had just seen in the base, and it really was exactly the same as the kid in front of him, both in appearance and clothing.

This caused him to feel a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease.

However, he still raised his hand, signaling his henchmen who had immediately raised their guns to stop, and spoke loudly.

"Hey! You down there, what's going on? Two guys who look exactly like you just came by."

"you guess!"

Kazuma felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the sudden appearance of a group of people and tried to hide in the nearby woods.

No, how can this monster roam around like that? Can't it just stay on the mountain and let me deal with them one by one?

But when he heard the other person ask the question, Kazuma couldn't help but tease them a little.

Upon hearing Kazuma's reply, Qi Ren frowned and drew his katana from his side.

"Very well, but the first two are already dead. I'm not stupid enough to catch you and then let you die."

Kazuma's expression changed as he saw the man on the mountaintop charging towards him like a raging whirlwind.

So fast!

Kazuma's brain was screaming warnings: people are afraid of objects moving at high speeds. However, Kazuma, who had been on alert of his surroundings since he started climbing the mountain, was not unprepared.

With his legs spread apart, Kazuma charged straight into the rugged mountain forest beside him.

"Humph!"

The next moment, the person's voice rang out from behind Kazuma, and Kazuma rolled over with all his might.

At the same time, as the opponent attacked, Kazuma also smelled the aroma of delicious food.

Werewolves... Kazuma immediately thought of what Kerry had said about werewolves that could be active during the day.

As Kazuma rolled, he saw the blade of the katana flash past behind him, reflecting light, and there, broken branches of bushes and directly sliced ​​grass flew into the air!

So fast!

Kazuma had only one thought in his mind at that moment, and instinctively raised the wrench in his hand and swung it upwards.

"bump!"

Kazuma hadn't even seen what was happening when he felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the wrench in his hand spun through the air like Cú Chulainn being slapped away.

"The Hiten Mitsurugi-ryu Monk of the Kamiya Dojo in Kyoto, Yamashita Saito. Although that old man probably won't recognize me." Seemingly quite enthusiastic about doing this, the young man even gave his name.

"Although I can't leave this place normally, if I could, with this body, I'm afraid even the so-called strongest martial artist in the world, Yujiro Hanma, wouldn't be a match for me, right?"

He spoke flippantly, his katana moving swiftly, slicing off Kazuna's wrist as she tried to grab his trouser leg.

"So, no matter how many guys like you come, they won't be able to hurt me."

As he spoke, he turned the katana in his hand again by fiddling with the hilt, preparing to sever Kazuma's tendons and limbs and take him back.

However, Kazuma also erupted at this moment, jumping up by pushing off the ground with both legs.

"it's useless."

The Qi man aimed his knife directly at Kazuma in an attempt to block the attack, but he did not expect that Kazuma's leaping motion was just a feint.

Qi Ren suddenly felt a pain in his calf, and realized that Zhen's lunge was just a leap forward to hit his calf with his head.

"Hiss!" A sharp pain shot through him, and Qi Ren immediately swung his sword down, the blade piercing straight into He Zhen's body. But this was not what terrified Qi Ren the most. What terrified him the most was that he felt something grabbing his lower body.

"It's very big~?"

He heard the voice of the little devil beneath him.

What to do? !

"Wow!" 3

Chapter Thirty-Two: I've gone up the mountain! Where are you?

"Don't lift it!"

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3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

With the firelight flickering, Kazuma Sato wiped the cold sweat from his brow and looked at Kerry, who was driving.

"That was fast this time."

Kerry turned his head to look at Kazuma.

"Yes, they started coming down the mountain to find out why I could keep appearing."

Kerry frowned upon hearing Kazuma's words and asked, "They still have manpower to come down, so why did they run?"

Kazuma nodded: "There was only a small group of people, probably not many. Those villagers weren't very strong fighters. It was mainly the men with guns and the one with a knife. He was so fast, like a car. I tried my best, but I only managed to hurt him a little."

And when I was dying, I think I heard him call his men to let him take a breath of his healing oil. I guess he was one of those werewolves you mentioned.

"I see." Kerry nodded in understanding after hearing Kazuma's words, and then fell silent.

Kazuma looked at Kerry and put out the fire, somewhat puzzled.

"what happened?"

"I have a plan!"

"What are your thoughts?" Kazuma asked Kerry.

Kerry glanced at He Zhen and smiled mysteriously.