Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The sun rose as usual, and after a night of hustle and bustle, Osaka Castle ushered in a long-lost silence.

There is no sound of birds singing on the branches, no wild cats and dogs in the streets and alleys, and even mosquitoes no longer fly freely, let alone people.

Wang Xuebin, who had been busy all night, was time for breakfast, but he walked through the streets and alleys but couldn't find a restaurant that opened.

Walking alone on the road, there is no living person wherever you see the sight. Of course, there is still no shortage of corpses.

The originally clear and flowing river on the roadside turned scarlet at this time. Not only did it disappear from the swaying fish fry, but it also emitted an unpleasant smell of fishy smell.

People's corpses were lying on the streets, some were panicked and terrifying, some were hideous and timid, some were neatly dressed, and some seemed to be dragged out of the bed.

Although people have different ways of dying, most of them have experienced unspeakable torture. As you can see from the limbs alone, few of them are complete.

Wang Xuebin walked slowly, carefully avoiding the blood pot on the ground. The blood in the blood pot had turned into a sticky black-brown color, which was quite disgusting.

He accidentally stepped on half of his large intestine when he didn't pay attention to it. Fortunately, his lower plate was very stable, so he did not slide.

When Wang Xuebin saw this scene, his face frowned. Although he did not fall, the things in his large intestine still made him feel disgusted.

He was not Mr. Yu, and he felt greedy when he saw the fresh large intestine. He scraped his feet twice on the steps beside him, and rubbed hard on the ground.

There is no way, so I can only do this at the moment. These things are everywhere, so he can't avoid them. It's fine to change his shoes when he goes back.

Fortunately, he was foresighted and now he was wearing a pair of waterproof tactical boots. If he was wearing a thousand-layer bottom, he would definitely be even more disgusting!

"Yeah? Isn't this Maori Kogoro?"

A heavy breathing sound came from the corner not far away. Wang Xuebin leaned over curiously and saw a familiar figure.

He had two beards and a blue-gray suit. Although he was in a mess now, he still couldn't hide his mature manly charming temperament.

"It's been a long time no see!"

Wang Xuebin squatted down and looked at the dying person in front of him indifferently. He also deliberately paid attention to the traces of Kogoro Mouri last night.

But the investigator with the same name as the detective was very alert. After discovering something was wrong, he immediately cut off his contact with the headquarters.

Not only that, he also discovered the drones wandering in the sky and hid cautiously.

Because Wang Xuebin had to go to too many places and didn't have much time to waste with an investigative officer, Kogoro Maori was lucky enough to escape from Wang Xuebin.

Unfortunately, Kogoro Mouri's luck is not very good. Although it did not fall into Wang Xuebin's hands, he happened to have a group of evil ghosts.

Six evil spirits held a little loli less than seven years old hostage, and tortured and had fun. The little loli cried sadly and asked for help, but none of them had the courage to stand up.

He dared, and he stood up bravely. Although he still did not save the little loli's life in the end, he tried his best to avenge the girl's death.

He knew that his life was not long, and he curled up in the corner, waiting for the arrival of death. In front of him, there was the little loli who had become a ghost. He miraculously did not suffer from the influence of the resentful aura, retaining his clear mind and guarding him.

Just when Wang Xuebin came over, the little loli was still fiddling with her broken limbs, trying to scare Wang Xuebin away, a dangerous guy.

After all, after experiencing a night of killing, the evil aura on his body could not be hidden at all. The danger revealed in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes was easily noticed by this little loli.

It doesn't know who Wang Xuebin is, but it knows that the person in front of it is definitely not a good person.

"Haha! Don't worry, he is almost dead, and I don't need to do it!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin speaking to the air, Kogoro Maori suddenly realized something, stared at Wang Xuebin tightly, and his body trembled.

"I remember you...you...Yan Shuangying...hehe...it turns out...you are Wang...hehehehehe...Wang Guanlan..."

In a simple sentence, Kogoro Mouri almost swallowed his anger. The little loli, who pretended to be fierce, saw Kogoro's situation and did not bother to scare Wang Xuebin, hurried behind Kogoro, and wanted to help him care for his back in vain.

There is a difference between humans and ghosts. After all, the little loli is not a ghost like a ghost. The weak and pure ghost energy on her body cannot affect reality at all, and naturally it cannot touch Kogoro Mouri's back.

He could only penetrate through his back again and again, leaving only a mournful little face.

"Haha... That's right, I'm here to Wang Guanlan, fortunately you have given me a generous gift from Japan and come here to repay it!"

"You...you...ah...haha...don't you! Why are you..."

Kogoro Mouri could no longer hold on and fell to the ground, but he still struggled to point at Wang Xuebin, his face full of anger.

“What’s why?”

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at Kogoro Mouri curiously, and asked softly:

"Speak slowly, don't worry, I have plenty of time, I guarantee to answer questions and answer questions!"

"You...ah...ahe...a civilians...you have such a powerful force...why do you want to slaughter civilians...you are a murderer...you are an executioner...you...demon..."

Hearing this sentence, Wang Xuebin's expression was restrained, leaving a disgusting face, looking at Kogoro Mouri lightly, and answered calmly:

"War...isn't that the case..."

Wang Xuebin stood up, opened his hands, and behind him, there was a scene of hell on earth.

"When our China was in a strong state, you learned so much from us, but we didn't care at all!

Now you are stronger than us, and we have just learned some of the basics from you, and you have turned against each other. This is a bit too stingy!

Everyone is a neighbor. You learn from me, I learn from you, and everyone makes progress together. Isn’t this a good thing?

The means of war...I learned from you..."

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes gently and took a deep breath with an intoxicated look on his face.

"What a wonderful smell of blood, isn't this what you want?"

Kogoro Maori naturally didn't understand what Wang Xuebin said. He struggled to look at him, and a sick blush appeared on his face, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and sweat on his body was like oil.

He no longer has the strength to defend himself!

Wang Xuebin looked at him, then looked at the panicked little loli beside him, sighed and said nothing.

What's there to say?

The hero, my enemy, Wang Xuebin admits that Kogoro Maori is a responsible man, but his position is different, and he still has to face each other with swords.

One day and one night, there are indeed quite a lot of casualties in the magic world, but the casualties of civilians are hundreds of times that of the magic world!

There were only 200 to 300 people in the various schools of magic and magic circles, and even the special abilities in the wild, but the casualties of civilians were as many as 40,000.

This is just the city. Such a disaster is the biggest disaster that Japan has experienced since the exception of Hiroshima Nagasaki.

Even Taoist Master Yimei traveled to the east, he did not bring such huge losses to Japan. Fujiwara Shizuka, who received the news, even wanted to die!