Tokyo...
"Yixia, with Yihao gone, you'll be the only male in the family. Whether it's for Yihao or the Weaving Ban family, you have to live well.”
Qian Dong held a bowl of miso soup and wanted Yixia to drink it. Yixia had been sitting there in a daze for three days.
Upon hearing this, Yi Xia pulled himself together slightly. He picked up the soup and took a sip. Being influenced by Yihao, how could he not know that Qiandong Jie was comforting her as well?
"Sister, this white box is my brother's relic.”
Qian Dong took the box and placed it under Yihao's memorial tablet. Yihao looked so cheerful in the black and white photo. How could this huge contrast not be heartbreaking?
"Yixia, it's time to offer incense to Yihao.”
"Oh..."
Yixia respectfully lit an incense stick, and the smoke curled up as he silently made a wish…
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Three years quickly passed by in the merciless footsteps of time.
During this period of time, the world's powerhouses rose. Africa had the King of Mercenaries, Pluto, with his ghostly shadow. Asia had the Sword Emperor, Xiao Beichen, with One Sword Stroke. Europe had the new Pope of the Church, Paul Lunifu. North America had the King of Fighters, Yatrich. Rum.
The influence of these four experts was not something that even the International IS Association dared to underestimate. In a one-on-one battle, they could definitely defeat more than five IS fighters. After a discussion, the International IS Association named these four peerless experts as the "Four Emperors".
Three years later, Africa, Namibia…
Originally known as the Paris of Africa, it was the best in both medical and teaching.
Since the first half of the 21st century, due to the improper land reform, poor economic management, and poor human rights record of President Mugabe, the economic deterioration of the country had been severe. The jobless rate had reached 80%, the quality of life had returned to the level of 1953, and the inflation rate was as high as 8000%.
Since 2008, when the Central Bank of Namibia issued the largest banknote of 100 trillion yuan, the economy improved slightly.
Moreover, according to the World Health Organization, the life expectancy of females in Namibia was only 34 years old, while that of males was 37 years old, ranking at the bottom of the world.
It could be said that Namibia was the only country in the world that was isolated from beautiful women, cars, and mansions.
What can you do in this country with 100 trillion? I'm sorry to tell you that you won't be able to eat a meal.
It was autumn in the country of Namibia. At this time, in a bar in Harare…
"Hey! Anca, I have a feeling that this country is going to be in chaos.”
A strong black man took a sip of wine and patted his comrade who was working with him.
His comrade Anka was a white man. Anka shrugged and said to Jim,"
"Jim, your senses are always wrong. You're only accurate when it comes to women.”
"A woman? There isn't even a pretty girl in Namibia, and we unorganized mercenaries can only run around. That waiter, get me a cold beer? What? You said 200 trillion? F * ck, do I have to carry a gunny sack when I go out to drink?”
Jim wanted to buy a cold beer to vent his anger, but he had so much money on him.
"I'll pay, mate."
A hand was placed on Jim's shoulder. Jim subconsciously tried to shake it off, but the hand seemed to be glued to him. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't come back.
"And you are?"
The owner of the hand walked to the front. His age could not be seen clearly. He was draped in a linen robe and wore a silver iron mask on his head. Judging from the voice, it should be a man.
The man took out two 100 trillion yuan bills and placed them on the bar counter. He took the cold beer from the bar counter and handed it to Jim.
"You... Just call me Yihao."
"Yihao? Are you from the East?"
Yihao said softly,"
"That's right, buddy. Do you want to find some work? I've been observing you guys for a few days. Among the mercenaries in the bar, your skills can only be considered average, but in terms of loyalty and trustworthiness, it seems that no one in this group can compare to you.”
Jim had been in the mercenary world for ten years and his temper had long been polished. He did not care about the sarcasm in Yihao's words at all. He only cared about money now.
"Then, what do you want from us? What is the reward?"
"Reward? Ha... "I can let you reach the peak of power and give you great power. My only condition is your loyalty.”
Ji Mu glanced at Yihao and said indifferently,
"Idiot, Anca! We're leaving."
The white man, Anca, put on his military backpack and tied a water bottle to his waist. He glanced at Jim who was walking in front and quickly said as he walked past Yihao.
"I'm sorry. He's a rather arrogant person. It's very difficult to obtain his approval.”
"Anca, what are you waiting for? Hurry up if you have guts."
Jim saw that Anca did not come out in time and shouted at the door.
"Alright! Then, buddy, if there's a chance, let's work together!”
"Proud? Only those with pride and naturalness have backbone. I'll put this matter aside for now. Today is still an important day for my cultivation.”
Yihao left the smoking bar and quickly walked to an empty corner.
"Ssss!"
The blood-red wings that protruded from his back pierced two round holes in his gray robe. The blood-red wings completely wrapped around Yihao. With a thought, the black fog on the spot dissipated, and Yihao disappeared into thin air.
The Underworld…
"After three years of killing, the Nether King has only evolved to the green rank? It seems that just killing is already very difficult for the Nether King to advance…"
With that thought, Yi Hao sat down cross-legged by the blood pool.
The blood pool was filled with the blood essence of every person that Yihao killed. With such a large lake, the number of people killed would not be less than 10,000.
Cultivating by the blood pool was twice the result with half the effort. If he hadn't relied on the partial transformation of IS, he would have died in the rain of bullets.
If he wanted to advance, the most important thing was to cut off his inner demons.
Whether it was the Sword Emperor, the Pope, or the Fist Emperor, they should all be true peak Inborn experts.
He expelled all distracting thoughts and guided qi into his abdomen.
Suddenly, Yihao's eyes widened. With a plop, he jumped into the blood pool.
Instantly, the blood in the blood pool boiled and countless bubbles appeared.
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