American Comics: BOSS Invasion

“You want to follow me?” Qi Shan was slightly surprised.

The fatty revealed a bitter smile, lowering his head and saying, “To be honest, the conditions of the Ghost Gate are too harsh. I was already a dead man; how could I die again? Moreover, I just killed someone, and my soul is stained with blood. There’s no turning back now.

If you hadn’t mentioned me, sir, I would have become a wandering ghost, perhaps even gradually dissipating. That instinctive bloodlust keeps rising. One day, I might not be able to resist harming someone, and then I’d be beaten to oblivion by some enlightened master!”

Qi Shan raised his eyelids: “You’re saying all this to make me sympathize with you?”

“I wouldn’t dare, sir. It’s just that I greatly admire your power and deeply revere your ability to control souls. I’ll follow you, attending to your needs and working diligently without complaint, no matter how hard or tiring it is. I only ask that when you’re in a good mood, you can give me some guidance on my cultivation. Just one word from you would benefit me immensely!”

As he spoke, the fatty bowed deeply, bending at the waist and waiting there.

This fatty has a good eye and is decisive enough. Although Qi Shan’s face was expressionless, he felt a bit of admiration in his heart.

There’s nothing wrong with longing for power. Having followed him all this way, if he let such a heaven-sent opportunity pass by, then the fatty wouldn’t be a businessman. Seizing opportunities is the primary condition for success.

Actually, whether to accept him or not wouldn’t have much impact on Qi Shan. At most, he’d just have another errand runner. But did he need one?

This mission still has some time before it officially starts. Although he’s gradually recovering his strength, Qi Shan isn’t as worried about the mission as he used to be. But undeniably, heaven and earth, and fate, are constantly changing. The sudden appearance of himself and encountering so many movie plots, even if the plot of The Legend of the White Snake is suddenly affected, it seems understandable.

In fact, whether Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi love each other, whether they have experienced life and death separations, are not important to Qi Shan. His task is only to ensure the safety of Jinshan Temple.

The innate nature of the mission determines that Qi Shan is destined to be somewhat distant from these demons and ghosts. Although not to the point of directly becoming hostile, killing them wouldn’t have much impact either.

Looking at the fatty’s respectful expression, Qi Shan suddenly had an idea. Now that he could freely control his spiritual pressure, then the series of special effects of spiritual pressure could naturally be used. In that case, why not directly create a force?

The righteous path has major sects, Maoshan Sect, Tianshi Mansion, and perhaps some miscellaneous monk temples.

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many pavilions are in the misty rain. Feudal society has nothing else, but the number of monk temples is absolutely indispensable.

Although somewhat disorganized, the righteous path still has some forces and organizations. But on the side of wandering ghosts, it’s completely a mess. At most, you can see a few mountain kings, but they can’t become anything significant.

After so many years of operation, the structure of the Underworld has long been bloated, and the efficiency is appalling. Moreover, they have their own space. As long as they can constantly receive souls, the state of the human world doesn’t matter much to them.

The fact that there are those like Black Mountain Demon who can directly occupy an area in the Underworld and become kings shows how loose the Underworld’s control is.

Beneath the high and mighty, laissez-faire Underworld, there is a mess of wandering ghosts, demons, and monsters, each acting on their own. It seems that there is a lack of a strong and powerful control department in the middle.

This is similar to the World Government and the countless pirates. To completely control this world, you still need an organization similar to the Navy.

This is a big project, but it seems worth a try!

Qi Shan stroked his chin, suddenly becoming interested.

After making up his mind, as if he had figured something out, the spiritual pressure in Qi Shan’s body suddenly became smooth, as if the stone pressing on his chest had been removed, and breathing was so smooth.

Although not entirely accurate, it was still appropriate.

Qi Shan slowly raised his head and said, “You need to know that following me isn’t really a good thing. The path I walk is dangerous and steep, like the difficulty of the Shu Road. Are you mentally prepared?”

The fatty’s face revealed a look of excitement, and he said loudly, “I’m already prepared!”

“Very good, take my sword!”

As soon as Qi Shan finished speaking, just as the fatty’s face showed a surprised expression, Qi Shan’s figure had already disappeared. At the same time, a blade pierced through his chest from behind, passing through his body.

The fatty lowered his head slightly, looking at the sharp blade that had pierced through his heart. Before he could say anything, a dense white light suddenly emerged from the Tang sword, quickly merging into the fatty’s body.

This force devoured the fatty from the inside out, forming a round cocoon on the outside. Qi Shan sheathed his sword, moved his body, and returned to his original position.

At the same time, the cocoon suddenly shone brightly, and a dark crack naturally appeared. With the sound of cracking, it cracked into a spider web shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. With a bang, a solid figure directly appeared.

At this time, the fatty had changed his appearance. The satin robe on his body had disappeared, replaced by a black Shinigami uniform.

Dressed neatly, his round, chubby face was full of stiffness and a bit of astonishment. A long sword hung on his left waist, somewhat similar to a Miaodao, but much narrower.

In that instant, the fatty’s body was forcibly reshaped into a Shinigami by spiritual pressure, and many inexplicable knowledge appeared in his mind.

Understanding what had just happened, the fatty calmed down slightly, quickly knelt on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, “Thank you, sir, for granting me power!”

“Don’t call me sir anymore, it’s neither fish nor fowl. From today onwards, call me Captain Commander!”

Qi Shan looked up at the stars in the sky and said faintly, “I’ll give you a task. Our organization has just been established, and it’s time to develop our strength. Before dawn, bring all the wandering ghosts around here to me!”