People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Author: Jiang Zuo Yuebai

Summary:

This book is also known as "The Diary of the Female Prime Minister" and "How the Wives of the Chaebols Are Made"

What is a city tycoon? What is he in the face of world power?

What's the point of urban rebirth? What if I can't live forever in the next life?

In early 2024, he was hailed as the last Maoshan monk who could ascend to immortality.

Fang Zuo.

The ascension and tribulation failed, and the Nascent Soul fell into Tokyo.

Wreaking havoc at the top of the power pyramid around the world.

In the days of searching for the truth behind the disappearance of aura.

Filled with widows, tycoon wives and garbage collectors.

Fang Zuo suddenly realized that these strong women were all helping him intentionally or unintentionally.

She became a female prime minister, a female president, and a female chaebol, standing at the pinnacle of the political and business circles of various countries.

Chapter 1: Failed to Survive the Tribulation, Widow

Taichu calendar, the year of Wuyin in Heaven: the three religions ended their war and jointly established Heaven!

Xuanqiong calendar, Gengshen year in heaven: Buddhist design, the golden cicada descends to earth!

Tianshu calendar, Tianting Zimao year: Tianshu collapsed, spiritual energy dissipated!

After the Tibetan calendar, the records were lost...

............

The Last Dharma Calendar, the Year of Jiachen in Heaven:

That is now the year 2024 AD.

Tens of thousands of meters high.

Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the wind howled.

Countless thunderbolts struck Fang Zuo.

"Why is it never ending?"

"Didn't the ancient texts of our sect say that the thunder tribulation lasted for an hour?"

"This has been going on all night."

"Thunder God and Lightning Mother, obey my command! Hurry and obey the command!"

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, retreat before me, huh!"

Fang made a hand gesture with his left hand and shouted loudly.

A thunderbolt as thick and long as the financial center of Shanghai.

As if hearing a call, he struck Fang Zuo hard.

Oh my god, just wait.

Fang Zuo's body was broken, and his pale Nascent Soul escaped and fell straight towards the island country in the east.

In a basement in Shibuya, Tokyo.

In the dim basement, dozens of white candles were placed around.

The white walls were stained with splattered blood.

As the candle swayed gently, the two figures also swayed strangely.

"Tate-me, Oda-kun."

A beautiful, plump woman was hung naked from the ceiling.

Her long black hair hung to the ground, stained with blood.

The hemp rope was deeply embedded in her fair and plump skin.

Beneath the beautiful woman's body was a five-pointed star magic circle carved in blood.

In the center of the five-pointed star magic circle, a young man in a security uniform was lying paralyzed, his face was pale, and he had just died.

The wound on the stomach was still bleeding.

A middle-aged man knelt in front of the five-pointed star, breathing heavily with a ferocious look on his face.

In his right hand was a long, thin dagger, dripping with blood.

His scarlet left hand was placed on an old, worn black Bible, praying devoutly.

"Ah. Damn. That. Smash. Hiss."

"Lord, your servant, I ask for your coming."

The basement was suddenly filled with black fog.

The five-star array emitted a black light, slowly devouring the dead young man.

A huge horn engraved with runes slowly rose from the five-star array.

The five-star array's radiance shifted and transformed, adding another corner.

Next is the huge shogunate warrior's helmet.

Then there was a blurred face and a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Nani?"

The beautiful woman hanging there struggled slightly to raise her head, a look of shock on her delicate face.

The middle-aged man's eyes glowed with passion, and he shouted excitedly:

"Master, is that you? You are finally back. Please lead the Oda family to revival."

The warrior demon in the hexagonal star has revealed his burly warrior body.

Two huge black hands stretched out and supported themselves on both sides of the ground.

Shaking its horns madly.

"Not enough, not enough."

"Blood, my name is Nobunaga, the Sixth Heavenly Demon, and I need more blood."

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his eyes as black as holes, looking at the hanging beautiful woman.

He slowly stood up, holding the dagger in his backhand, muttering to himself.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me. The resurgence of the Oda family requires the blood of your noble Shiraishi family."

The beautiful woman struggled frantically, shaking her body, but the ropes only made her sink deeper.

suddenly.

She seemed to have seen something incredible.

She stopped struggling, opened her mouth wide, and looked behind the middle-aged man.

Fang Zuo drove his Nascent Soul and rushed into the room.

"Where did this demon come from? How dare you touch the body that I, the Taoist, found with great difficulty?"

"Certainly."

A yellow talisman appeared out of nowhere and stuck on Oda Nobunaga's blurred face.

Oda Nobunaga's roaring head and dancing giant hands were frozen in mid-air.

"Refining."

Rays of golden light trapped the Sixth Heavenly Demon and instantly transformed it into a small fruit.

Fang Zuo opened his mouth and sucked.

The ghost of Oda Nobunaga, a famous figure in Japanese Warring States history, was sucked into Fang Zuo's stomach.

What kind of rubbish ghost is worthy of being called the Sixth Heavenly Demon.

Fang Zuo smacked his lips.

Pure ghost, perfect for repairing the Nascent Soul.

In the basement, only the middle-aged man and the hanging beautiful woman were left.

The two of them stood there in a daze, confused about the current situation.

"My life span is almost over." Fang Zuo shouted and turned into a ray of white light.

Crashing into the body of the young man lying in the hexagonal star.

"I almost lost my soul."

The young man jumped up and stood up.

Stretching his body with a pale face.

The wound in the lower abdomen healed visibly.

"It's okay. This body is only slightly uglier than Daoye's."

"Use it for a day first, and then rebuild your own body after you recover some spiritual power and Nascent Soul."

He casually cast a water purification spell to remove the blood stains on his uniform, and then Fang Zuo looked around.

The man and woman in the underground dark room stood there in a daze with their mouths wide open.

Still looking at myself stupidly.

"Si, Si, Si Guoyi." The beautiful woman's eyes widened and she murmured in shock.

Fang Zuo swung his whisk and found that there was no such thing in his hand. He smiled awkwardly and said:

"Excuse me, both of you. How do you say this in Japanese? Let me integrate my memories."

"Kong you a few watts, oh no, it should be morning now."

"Oh ha yo, a horse neighs, I am Xuanyanzi from Maoshan, and I am honored to meet you."

The middle-aged man finally woke up and cried out:

"No, Master."

He passed Fang Zuo and fell on the hexagonal star, groping in disbelief.

The floor was covered in blood, and the tiles were cold to the touch.

Where is the void and the devil?

"Master? Where have you been, Master!" the middle-aged man roared.

He turned his head abruptly, and stared at Fang Zuo fiercely with two black holes: "Where is the master? Return the master to the Oda family."

"You, Fujinohara, why are you alive again? You, the sacrifice, should be lying on the ground to welcome the master's arrival."

"go to hell."

He pounced forward suddenly and stabbed Fang Zuo with the dagger in his hand.

Fang Zuo smiled slightly.

The dagger seemed to have its own consciousness, and it turned around and stabbed the middle-aged man at a strange angle.

puff.

Hit right in the throat.

Blood spurted out.

The middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief, and his dark eye sockets finally showed some light.