American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Just as Gin Ichimaru was feeling bored and preparing to finish off the people in front of him in one fell swoop, he suddenly noticed a dimensional gate appearing behind him.

Slightly surprised, he slowly turned his head to look. Qishan, with A-Liang, slowly walked out as the gate slowly opened.

Gin Ichimaru said, "To alarm the Captain-Commander over such a trivial matter, isn't that a bit of an overreaction?"

Qishan didn't speak, but glanced at the wary Uncle Nine and then at Wencai, who was struggling to escape in the distance, and said calmly, "Uncle Nine, it seems you've made up your mind!"

Uncle Nine gripped his copper coin sword tightly and said firmly, "Even if my two disciples are at fault, they don't deserve to die.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts isn't as terrifying as all that. Moreover, when we discovered that the situation was not right, our Maoshan Sect was actively working to remedy the situation. If you hadn't suddenly appeared, we would have been able to capture the escaped ghosts within the next day or two."

"Punishment is necessary. Whether it's a Maoshan Taoist or a hellish ghost, as long as they disrupt the order of heaven and earth and endanger the normal development of humanity, they fall under the jurisdiction of the Seireitei.

However, when I was researching other magic arts in the early days, Uncle Nine and Taoist Simu helped me a lot. I can't ignore this favor. In that case, let's compromise!"

Qishan looked up at the barrier and said, "Given that the impact of this incident is not too great, according to the rules of our Seireitei, violating the rules of heaven and earth requires imprisonment in the Palace of Penitence for a hundred years.

For Uncle Nine's sake, the place of imprisonment can remain in the Yang realm, and the time can also be shortened.

So, within ten years, Wencai and Qiusheng are not allowed to step out of the Yizhuang, and they must sever contact with wandering souls and wild ghosts. If we find them entangled with female ghosts again next time, we will consider them to have automatically torn up the agreement.

At that time, we will send out a capture team to bring them back to the Palace of Penitence to serve their sentence again. If you still obstruct us like you are now, then don't blame me for not being lenient!"

Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said, "Ten years is a bit too long. How about three years?"

Qishan said indifferently, "I'm not negotiating with you, but giving you another option out of consideration for the bond we had before. If you don't like this option, we can maintain the original sentence.

To be honest, for such lawless disciples, imprisoning them in the Palace of Penitence to teach them the rules is truly good for them!"

Uncle Nine hesitated for a moment. Seeing Gin Ichimaru's lips slightly curved and the short dagger raised again, his heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that Qishan was about to leave, Uncle Nine quickly said, "What about my Maoshan Taoists? They are not bad people. Those fellow disciples all rushed over to help after receiving my message!"

"Don't worry, after we investigate and explain some precautions, we will release them!"

Qishan paused and said, "I almost forgot, I have something to notify you about. Due to the dereliction of duty by the hellish ghost, I have sent someone to execute them directly. From now on, all matters under the control of the underworld will be temporarily taken over by the Seireitei. If you have anything, you can directly contact A-Liang, who is in charge of foreign affairs.

He can solve ordinary situations and a series of problems!"

Uncle Nine was shocked. What exactly is this Seireitei? They even took over the territory of the underworld. Aren't they afraid that Judge or Heibai Wuchang will suddenly jump out and punish them?

One question after another arose in his mind. Pressing down on one gourd, another floated up. A huge question mark appeared on the top of his head. Where did this Seireitei come from?

The dimensional gate slowly closed. Qishan walked in with A-Liang and said indifferently, "Captain Ichimaru Gin, pass my decision to the other Soul Reapers. Handle the matters here as soon as possible and return to the Seireitei for a meeting. After resolving this incident, a war conference will be held to discuss expanding our territory!"

Watching the dimensional gate gradually disappear, Gin Ichimaru put away his dagger with a hint of excitement.

"Is it finally time to use troops against the outside world? That's really exciting. I wonder if there are any decent experts in the underworld. If they are all shrimp soldiers and crab generals like the hellish ghost, it won't arouse my interest!"

After muttering a few excited words, he looked up at Uncle Nine and smiled: "I didn't expect you to know the Captain-Commander. That's really good luck.

But that's fine too. My mission is complete, and I can get off work early and have a little drink or something!

Since you said you should find a friend, you can come to Soul Society for a visit when you have time. Maybe you can find a lot of things that are useful to you!"

After saying that, Gin Ichimaru turned into a white light and disappeared instantly.

Only at this time did Uncle Nine truly relax, his heart pounding.

He looked back at his disciples, who were standing in the distance, slowly moving with two people on their backs, and sighed: "You two brats, you only know how to cause me trouble. This time, you've really poked a hole in the sky.

Learn a lesson from this, and see if you dare to do it again in the future."

A few hours later, as the first ray of sunlight appeared, the barrier in the sky evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The internal space of the enchantment merged with the external space again, the earth veins connected, and the spiritual energy naturally dispersed. This feeling made Uncle Nine feel refreshed, and he felt that his magic power was a bit smoother.

Maoshan Ming crawled out of the stove in the kitchen, looked around, and seeing that there was no movement outside, he poked his head out with a face full of pot ash.

Seeing the sunlight shining down again, his whole person relaxed.

"Goodness, the great terror of last night is finally over. I didn't expect there to be such a powerful force. I can't stay in this Linghuan Town. I have to go to the next village to make money!"

He muttered, took out his special Taoist robe from under the water tank, carefully put on his clothes, hurriedly grabbed his backpack, and was about to walk out when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Uncle Nine and Wencai walked in, each carrying one person on their backs.

He happened to see Maoshan Ming head-on.

"Taoist brother, fortunately you're okay, come and help, the eldest brother is injured!"

Maoshan Ming secretly cried out in his heart, but he agreed very readily.

Uncle Nine's seniority and martial power were vividly displayed in these two days. Maoshan Ming, who was half-baked and wandering around, was okay at swindling money, but if he really fought with swords and guns, he couldn't win even if he was beaten to death!

So he hurriedly took over, cooperating with the master and apprentice to start rescue work, and by the way, he inquired about what happened last night.

Neither of them was willing to say much, but scattered information was leaked.

Especially the fact that a large number of Maoshan Taoists were arrested almost scared Maoshan Ming to death.

Is it so dangerous outside now? For safety's sake, I should stay here first!

It's decided!