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Chapter 350 - 78 Evil Spirit Arthur, Tokyo Foodie (Request for Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 350: Chapter 78 Evil Spirit Arthur, Tokyo Foodie (Request for Monthly Tickets)_3

In that situation, you met the abbot of Shimizu Temple, whose name was Qingshui Zhuang, a monk who took up the religious life and enjoyed writing scripts to sell to producers for movies. Upon learning about your predicament, he clenched his teeth and expressed his deep gratitude, "These Curse Spirits have been troubling the residents around here; your arrival is truly a blessing, now everyone can finally live in peace."

Qingshui Zhuang watched as you eradicated each Curse Spirit, tears shimmering in his eyes.

"No wonder you’re a master, truly concerned for the common folk; look, you’ve moved him to tears," you said, a person with a strong sense of honor who took pleasure in helping others. After being thanked by the master, you felt your new Purple Microphone Rod become even more vibrant, and you began a fierce rampage against the Curse Spirits in the surrounding blocks.

Your spirits lifted even higher, and Qingshui Zhuang’s tears flowed even more.

In fact, these lowliest Curse Spirits were too insignificant even to get stuck between your teeth. As a member of the Big Foodie Empire and an Outer Heaven Demon who excelled in gourmet food, you categorized the Curse Spirits; Third-level Curse Spirits were "trash," Second-level were "snacks," Level 1 were "tonics," and Special-level Curse Spirits were "Immortal Elixirs."

You often chewed on the trash, snacks were occasionally within reach, tonics were even rarer, and so far, you had not yet tasted any Immortal Elixir.

Even so, the unique environment of Capital City, where trash lay every five steps and snacks every ten, helped you rapidly expand. You soon grew a new Purple Microphone Rod, and your strength advanced by leaps and bounds, surpassing your past self.

It was in such circumstances that the ten-day deadline had arrived. According to your calculations, today was the day Shen Valley First-class could no longer make progress with the mix of hot and cold combat techniques from the senior student who was trying to eradicate Evil Spirits, and he had started to look elsewhere.

You immediately searched your memory; you knew that Shen Valley First-class was currently with another hip-wielding Demon Sword, loudly planning to remove the curse from the spring-traveling senior student, and their relationship was progressing by leaps and bounds.

"Come on, Shen Valley First-class, let me tell you, from now on, when doing things, one must wear a helmet, don’t be unreliable!" you urged Lan Ran to descend the mountain, preparing to meet Shen Valley First-class at the park.

"Speaking of which, Shen Valley First-class is me, Arthur is also me, how should I converse with myself?" you wondered with some eager anticipation.

However, you suddenly realized that after leaving the gates of Shimizu Temple, and going forward for about ten miles, there was another temple, named: Shimizu Temple!

"Hmm?" You felt something was off, left the temple again, and headed towards the city. However, the destination at the end was still Shimizu Temple!

After three attempts, you realized there was a problem; you were trapped, so you cried out loudly, "Damn, which divine being is this, dare to come out and fight with your father Arthur and mother Lan Ran!"

"Hehehe..." What answered you was a series of silvery laughter, and one by one, beautiful women with Black Long Straight hair and mole appeared, each one looking like a clone, completely identical, with a creepy and eerie smile on their faces, staring straight at you.

"Spirit... no, it is a Hollow! It has reached a Hollow-level of spirit, its strength is equivalent to a Special Grade Curse Spirit of the Cursed World!" You laughed instead of getting angry, this was "Immortal Elixir" level super supplement, you drooled with desire, nearly swallowing your tongue.

You resolutely slaughtered and slaughtered!

Blood flowed like rivers throughout Shimizu Temple, and everywhere were bodies of these mole-dotted beauties, yet, you realized that what you were killing were not the real bodies, these Curse Spirits seemed endless, no matter how many were killed.

"It looks like the root of the problem is inside Shimizu Temple," you, well-read in various novels and scripts, quickly perceived that something was off about this temple and stormed directly inside.

Inside the temple sanctuary, there was a statue of the Evil God, a dark and menacing monster.

"Very well, very well! My lifelong efforts were all in vain against you, the Curse Spirit within you must be beyond an ordinary Special Grade Spirit! All my lifelong efforts turned to waste, let’s exchange it with the super Curse Spirit in your body!" Suddenly, the temple doors shut, and a monk with a ferocious and crazed face stared at Lan Ran.

It was him, who claimed to be the great monk Qingshui Zhuang of Shimizu Temple.

Lan Ran was shocked for a moment, then quickly realized, "I understand now, the Curse Spirits that people talked about around Shimizu Temple’s neighboring villages, cities, and blocks, all were your doing."

"Hmph, now you realize, it’s too late! I didn’t expect your strength to be so formidable, but it ends here. You would never have guessed that I still have Infinite Fumie and Split Mouth Woman as my trump cards!" he laughed proudly.

"These endlessly multiplying ones must be Infinite Fumie... Wait, you have another trump card, Split Mouth Woman? I want to know, who exactly are you? You’re surely not Qingshui Zhuang," Lan Ran said with a hint of surprise, as the other side sneered coldly.

"You may be ignorant, woman, but you are not too stupid. Considering the generous gift you’ve sent my way, I’ll let you die enlightened." The abbot monk removed his topknot, revealing a tall man with hair tied in a half bun, dressed in a kasaya with five stripes, his forehead stitched with a bizarre seam.

"My name is Luo Suo! For a thousand years, I have been the most evil, the strongest! Now that you know my name, why don’t you kneel down and willingly offer the curse spirit within you? I might even allow you to join my sect for a grand cause." The monk looked at you with an evil grin, his words hanging in the air, no longer hiding his true power—nine levels of cultivation!

What?

Xu Shu was stunned.

What nine levels of cultivation?

Could it be that this legend involved another transcendent system?

The next moment:

"Oh, I said the wrong script, let’s start over."

He instantly revealed his true power—a Special Grade Curse Master!

"Ah, it turns out he’s also a powerful Summoning System Wizard, and he’s been eyeing you since you arrived. Now he wants you, the incredibly strong curse spirit residing within Lan Ran. He wants to steal you."

Upon seeing this, knowing that a battle was inevitable, he harbored a plan to confront you and yourself, and you couldn’t contain your anger: "Cut the crap, whether he’s Luo Suo or Luo whatever, he dies today!"

Luo Suo laughed heartily: "What a terrifying evil spirit of Killing Heart Burning! If used by me, killing 2.5 transcended beings, reviving the two-faced Buddha, it’s only a matter of days."

"Wait, the two-faced Buddha? Infinite Fumie?" You suddenly had a spark of inspiration, but with a massive battle imminent, facing countless curse spirits, you had to join forces with Lan Ran and Jing Xiaohua, plunging into the endless stream of Fumie, wading through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The countless clones of Fumie before you were special-level curse spirits. You guessed the potentially hidden Split Mouth Woman was likely also a special-level curse spirit, so you fought with utmost caution in an enduring and arduous battle.

You had lost count of how many Fumies you had killed; bodies were piled up into what might as well be called Fu Corpse Mountain, clearly, her power couldn’t outlast yours, the speed at which she was regenerated no longer kept pace with the speed at which you killed her.

Luo Suo was amazed: "So strong, truly so strong! You are definitely the strongest curse spirit in history; I must have you!"

The battle reached its climax; you were about to break through Fumie’s infinite blockade, but just then, the entire space began to tremble.

Voices came from outside:

"Quick, set up the barrier curtain, seal this place! Let’s all go in and kill the Second-level Curse Spirit inside."

"Move quickly, I’ve heard there are plenty of Third-level Curse Spirits inside, and a leading Second-level Curse Spirit. After this job, I’m still busy going back to marry my wife."