Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

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"Wait a minute!"

The Japanese devils are indeed fierce and cruel, but they are also very good at reading people.

Small, sparsely populated countries are known for their arrogance followed by obsequiousness, and vice versa. They are all too familiar with admitting defeat and yielding when things turn against them, after all, those who know when to yield are the heroes!

But to its surprise, the usually effective act of admitting mistakes and bowing had absolutely no effect here.

The little child in front of me was frighteningly decisive, as if he had a heart of stone.

Even as his palm brushed against the blade, and blood flowed across the edge of the Ghost Head Greatsword, the blade, already ferocious due to its murderous aura, ignited with visible flames. From several steps away, it could feel the scorching pain that drove the ghost.

Scared!

It's really scared now!

However, Zhang Wei attacked in zero frames. In the blink of an eye, the blade in his hand, imbued with the [True Yang Arrow], was already slashing towards the squad leader's head. As a warrior, his long-standing habitual memory made him raise his sword to block, but as soon as the two swords made contact, he felt his strength suddenly vanish. The katana, a condensation of Yin ghost energy, was cut in half, and even the steel helmet covered with dog skin plaster was dented. His already short body suddenly shrank by two inches.

A heart-wrenching wail suddenly rang out at the foot of the mountain.

But Zhang Wei acted as if he hadn't heard the roar. The ghost-head broadsword in his hand was as cold and merciless as a fish-killing knife from RT-Mart, slashing the squad leader's body again and again.

First take off his clothes, then take off his clothes.

The ethereal ghostly form was somehow managed to feel like pork on a chopping board, the only difference being that the squad leader didn't make that clattering sound of the blade hitting the board when chopping pork. However, the squad leader's painful screams under the heat of the fire somewhat made up for this shortcoming:

"Why don't you just stay quietly in your own doghouse? You had to come out and bare your teeth. It would have been fine if you'd gone back after baring your teeth, but you stayed in my house. It's a pity I don't have any way to bring you back to life right now, otherwise I could take you back to the village, lock you up in a room, and then you wouldn't be so bored during the day!"

Zhang Wei didn't hold back at all; his normal voice carried far and wide in the quiet night.

Upon hearing this, both the ghosts and the people around them shuddered instantly.

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but you're something else entirely. You're even thinking of using evil magic to manipulate and exploit people. Most evil practitioners aren't as outrageous as you!

Not to mention the remaining twenty or thirty Japanese dogs and their scattered owners, even the people (ghosts) on the mountain and by the roadside felt that this child was a bit too evil!

As for the squad leader...

Crushed beneath Zhang Wei's feet, its body sliced ​​into pieces from the chest down, it had lost all will to struggle. The lingering yin energy emanating from its torn chest proved that even if Zhang Wei ignored it, its life was nearing its end. In its dazed state, it kept muttering:

"Kill me! Kill me! Please kill me!"

Zhang Wei, his left hand still bleeding, grabbed the dazed head from the ground, holding the remaining half of the ghost up to his face. Looking at the squad leader, corroded by the boy's blood and groaning as he regained some consciousness, Zhang Wei's voice, like a devil's whisper, echoed in its ear:

"It's easy to die. There must be plenty of CS players like you who died back then but are now wandering around my land. Since you're so pragmatic, why don't you give me some names and positions? There are so many fresh and exciting players out there, why would I hold onto a piece of junk like you?"

How about it, think about it?

I, Liu Gou Dan, always keep my word!

Then, a flicker of excitement, like a final burst of life, appeared in the squad leader's previously numb eyes.

He whispered something in Zhang Wei's ear in slightly accented Mandarin, and then an even more tragic and painful wail echoed through the desolate wilderness under the moonlight.

As more than ten talismans burned to ashes.

The squad leader's fragmented soul finally vanished into thin air.

Zhang Wei clapped his hands dismissively, then apologized to the dissipating Yin energy before him, saying, "Liu Gou Dan did keep his word, but it was Zhang Wei who did the dirty work! If your island's so-called Yellow Springs Hirasaka really exists, remember that name. Feel free to crawl back and cause me trouble next time!"

Although it's uncertain whether there's any chance of finding this thing again, it's never wrong to reserve one in advance. After all, it's true that he dislikes the Japanese, but the blessings of the ancestral master don't discriminate.

He would definitely accept any opportunity to take more money with a smile!

After executing the squad leader, Zhang Wei turned to look behind him at the remaining Japanese soldiers and their dogs, whom he had just killed halfway through the battle.

Just a seemingly ordinary glance was enough to frighten them into scattering in all directions.

But before they could get far, the sporadic gunfire from the mountain and the golden light approaching from the distant village road forced them back to their original positions.

As it turned out, when Zhang Wei brutally murdered the squad leader, his "teammates" weren't just sitting idly by watching the show. Whether it was the spirits on the mountain or Blind Wang, they were all providing Zhang Wei with the opportunity to participate. As for why they didn't personally join the fray...

Anyone who saw what happened just now would have worried that they would be hacked to pieces by Zhang Wei, who was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, if they came over.

Moreover, apart from Blind Wang, none of the others among them had any means to deal with ghosts and spirits. Rather than rushing up there and throwing their lives away, it would be more useful to stand at a distance and cheer.

And that wait has lasted until now.

As Zhang Wei, wielding a demon-headed broadsword whose flames had weakened considerably, chased and killed the Japanese soldiers and dogs within the designated area until they were all wiped out, and saw the boyish innocence and cheerful smile reappear on his seemingly crazed face, the scene, though still somewhat incongruous, brought a sigh of relief to everyone present, including the demons.

At that moment, familiar subtitles appeared before Zhang Wei's eyes.

[Eliminating evil: the hordes of demons from foreign lands. Reward: The Yazi Fighting the Universe Painting]

Yazi Douyu Tu: A creature that loves killing and fighting, using violence to protect the righteous path, and devouring all evil. Concentrate a wisp of Yazi's intent to engage in battle, slaying demons and monsters, punishing the wicked and eliminating evil... the art of combat, the technique of protecting the righteous path!

Its other ingenious uses need to be developed independently.

The image of Yazi fighting the universe?

Zhang Wei sensed the ferocious beast image that was faintly visible deep in his mind, and made a slight attempt to follow the memories transmitted by the reward.

The next moment, the remaining Yin energy from the collapse of the surrounding ghosts suddenly surged violently, and dozens or even hundreds of black and red Yin energy gathered like swallows returning to their nests, swirling around his body endlessly.

During this process, the originally reddish-black aura continuously dropped black residue, which accumulated shallowly under Zhang Wei's feet like snowflakes. As the residue fell, the Yin energy outside his body turned into a pure bright red color!

Ah!

what?

Watching the Yin energy constantly changing from various weapons to different patterns under his control, Zhang Wei felt a little bit of regret, even though he enjoyed it.