Thoreau held the precious vessel in both hands, and without opening it to the Divine Plains, he knew what was inside, the blood of the heart tissue.

The ritual of transcendent existence is inevitably too evil, but it is in line with the characteristics that the demon knife has always shown, and Kamihara Feixiang was about to open his mouth to thank him, and a feeling of palpitations rose from his right hand.

It was the direction where the half-cut demon knife was.

"Divine Sword-sama......" Before the Divine Sword-Lord could finish speaking, his body suddenly stiffened.

The stiff body quickly changed, the two eyes lost their spirituality and became straight, and the throat seemed to be pressed with a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"Yes, you guys did it very quickly."

The sound of Kamihara flying changed, and Tholo immediately understood that it was the demon knife making a sound.

This tool man is inevitably too pitiful, and he was robbed of control of his body by the demon knife without consent, and he enjoys the privilege of being extraordinary...... It's also much better than ordinary people who are miserable!

"You're the Divine Sword-sama?"

Unlike facing Kamihara Fei, who is also a human, Tholo became slightly nervous at the thought of the non-human demon sword in front of him.

He hadn't forgotten that not long ago, a transcendent took a nuclear warhead around Washington, D.C., and it was really stressful to negotiate with such an unreasonable existence.

Outside the room, a translator immediately walked in, Demon Knife, a native of the island country, should not know English.

"It's our pleasure to serve you."

"Honored? Humanity has been the same hypocrisy no matter how many years have passed, but it is also a virtue, and a little bit of motivation can drive you forward. ”

"What you're saying is very true."

Manipulating Kamihara's flying body, he easily opened the vessel containing the heart, and the smell of blood came to his face.

I don't know if it's because the human heart is so bloody, or if Smith belongs to a special race.

"This is the remnants of the evil god, and it really contains wonderful power, tsk, those stinky monks definitely didn't expect to be able to slip out by him."

Seeing Shenyuan Feixiang holding the heart tissue in his hand and playing with it without changing his face, Thoreau reacted as usual, and the extraordinary disgusting level of this demon knife was still within his acceptable range.

After all, when it comes to disgusting and weird distortions, Thoreau has seen even more.

All the horrific disgusting distortions are imaginable by the human brain, and as long as they are thought in the mind, there will definitely be antisocial extremists who will make them, not to mention anything else, that is, the soldiers in the war zone can make disgusting big news every year.

Tholow couldn't understand the island Chinese, and the translator on the side did not immediately translate the broken thoughts of the demon knife to Tholo, but these words had been memorized by him, and every word would be taken out separately and carefully pondered after returning.

"But it's enough for me to keep a little bit of this stuff, and no amount of it will help."

Shenyuan Feixiang raised his right arm, and his thumb swiped across the upper and lower rows of teeth, and the fingers were neatly cut, and red blood flowed out from under the skin.

What the material the teeth were, and how sharp they were to cut their fingers with ease, Thoreau estimated that his teeth would be powerless for the job.

"The guy in charge of life and death, I call you here."

The bleeding thumb pressed heavily on the ground, and a yin wind suddenly swirled around the blood droplets, and the interpreter, who was not very psychologically strong, fell to the ground in fright.

Thoreau's psychological quality is not bad, but looking at the next scene, he can't help but grit his teeth, and does not let himself tremble in the upper and lower teeth because of fright.

"Whew."

Dense and intricate lines spread across the floor, and a translucent soul appeared in the room after a faint blue light lit up.

Spiritualization!

The cheating psychic ninjutsu in the Hokage world allows souls to leave their bodies, travel regardless of distance and kill enemies.

“……”

The soul was more than two meters tall, and its tall figure was suspended in the air, its toes pointing down to the ground, but if you looked closely, you could see that there was a few centimeters of air from the ground.

It hung its head down, its faceless face was pale and pale, and from a distance it looked like a hanged corpse, and it was a corpse elongated by a strange appearance.

The translator is already scared to the point of exhaustion,

"Faceling,The clothes on the body are a mixed costume from Heiankyo to the shogunate period.,I'm analyzing the pendant and other details.,I haven't found anything to show my identity.,Compare myths and legends......"

"Life and death? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with the translation? ”

"That's right, it's more accurate to translate it as smuggling."

Politicians who are all too familiar with the word smuggling, and their attitude towards smugglers is a key to whether they can get votes. As for whether to sympathize with the smugglers or expel the stowaways, it all depends on how the people choose to perform.

This demon knife didn't find too reliable underworld personnel depending on the situation, but I think about it, such as black and white impermanence, such as black and white impermanence and other characters who have names and surnames in mythology, it should be inconvenient to do such things that violate the rules, but it's a pity that Takahashi's relationship with the angel and the government is too tense, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life-and-death enemy who is about to break out.

Otherwise, maybe this angel has a way to bring the dead back to life.

"Not reincarnated, this is a gratuity."

Kamihara Feixiang raised his knife and split the heart again, giving the Facelings half of it to the Faceling, and keeping the other half in his own hands.

“……”

The Faceling Statue left its vocal cords underground and forgot to bring them out when it was summoned.

After taking the heart without saying a word, he watched intently for a moment.

It doesn't have eyes, but it gives people a sense of observation.

"Hmm."

The Facelings finally spoke, but only with a short um.

Affirmatively, is it an expression of being satisfied with these heart tissues?

"This is what you need, enough in exchange for a soul transfer, right?"

"Hmm."

The Facelings snorted, and the people outside thought more, honorarium, a soul transfer.

"Okay, I know the rules, and I also understand the way to find a suitable body, and the next time I call you out, I will be reincarnated as a corpse."

"Hmm."

The Facelings never turned their heads to look around them, and the human stuff didn't catch his attention at all.

Thoreau wanted to talk to the Facelings, but the interpreter was too scared to help himself, and the Facelings came and walked faster.

"Whew."

Another gust of wind swept by, and the Facelings vanished without a trace.

As if it had been a dream, Thoreau sighed, knowing that he might not get any response even if he had spoken to the Faceling, but he looked at the translator next to him with disgust.

How could there be such a timid person in the base, although this Faceling is indeed a little terrifying......

"Take my body to find the body you prepared, the soul is not something that can be reincarnated by just finding a body."

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