Douluo's spirit treasure Douluo

It is a modern scene with high-rise buildings arranged around it, separated by roads one after another, with cars running on them.

Men and women exuding a youthful atmosphere were walking on the streets. Their modern clothes gave Tuesday a nostalgic feeling.

However, the words coming from around him made Tuesday frown deeply.

"Japanese! Island country?"

Tuesday frowned deeply, barely able to understand some of the words of the people around him. After all, he had learned a little bit of Japanese from watching movies and cartoons in his previous life.

"Oh! Look at that man... his clothes are so weird... no... he's so handsome. I really want to be with him..."

"Hmm... But his... go to him... I don't know... I'd like... to... do it..."

Several girls around noticed Tuesday and were talking quietly there, showing excited expressions from time to time.

However, although their voices were small, they were all heard by Tuesday, but only part of the words could be understood.

Tuesday's eyes narrowed slightly, and the five fingers of his left hand were intertwined and tightened, then loosened.

"Do you want to bloodbath one or two cities?"

There was a cold light in his half-closed eyes, and murderous intent arose in his heart. When he was young, he didn't have much thought about this place. When he grew up, he understood the history.

Although there is some resentment, as an ordinary person, he can only vent his anger verbally.

But when we really learned more information and detailed history, that resentment turned into an indelible hatred. This nation has no humanity.

Looking at the people around him who noticed him on Tuesday, the aura of his soul radiated out, instantly suppressing their cognition and making them ignore him.

"Wait a minute! Let's get to know the situation in this world. Now that I have the ability, there are some things I have to do."

Tuesday ignores everyone around him, and they don't notice Tuesday either.

Emitting its own perception, it enveloped the surroundings and moved in one direction.

"You can ignore everything else, but the Jingguo Sacred Toilet must be destroyed!" This thought flashed through his mind on Tuesday, and he started to move forward step by step.

At the same time, the perception emitted collects nearby information, analyzes it, and finds where the restroom of the God of Yingguo is located.

As I progress step by step, I collect more and more information, and I gradually become familiar with Japanese.

"Hello...here...TV station...street interview..."

"Excuse me... what are your thoughts on the... war... years ago?... thoughts on the... war... in China?"

"...The war...it happened many years ago...it can't be...not sure..."

"I have no...thoughts. It's been so many years. How can I still...remember it?"

"Then...what do you want to say about our army...Nanjing...?"

"I am not sure."

"I don't know...is there such a thing...?"

"There shouldn't be... on China's Internet..., don't the Chinese themselves say there is no evidence?"

When passing by a street, several people were conducting street interviews, which made Tuesday's face completely gloomy.

"Are they traitors again? This group of bastards are always around!"

There was a hint of ferocity on Tuesday's face. He looked back in the direction of the mainland, and then focused on these people.

In his mind, he recalled the detailed historical information he had seen in his previous life.

All kinds of horrific data, inhumane torture, and hell-like photos.

All signs indicate that more than [-]% of the people in this nation would not regret their death.

The most powerful evidence is a piece of news published in a Japanese newspaper that year.

A large number of Japanese women, in order to get the men in their families to join the army, secretly took their documents to sign up and showed off.

At this time, a Japanese man's words appeared in Tuesday's ears.

"I think this is inevitable. Today's prosperity and wealth are based on the war of that year. Without that war, we would still be a small and poor country. We should thank our predecessors."

The Japanese man was excitedly explaining his reasoning.

As for everyone around them, some of them deeply agreed, some of them laughed and didn't care, and some of them completely ignored these people.

The anger in Tuesday's heart suddenly burst out, and the hatred hidden deep in his heart was also awakened. The light on his body flashed and rushed away in one direction.

At this time, the man standing there suddenly caught fire.

"Ah ah ah ah, fire! Fight the fire! Help! Save me! Fight the fire!..."

The violent fire made him speak incoherently and burned crazily, causing everyone around him to scream in terror and flee in all directions.

When they thought they were in a safe place, they picked up their phones and started taking pictures.

And in the fire, this Japanese man, who was worse than dead, lay on the ground rolling around crazily.

After a few minutes, he seemed to have lost his breath and lay quietly on the ground.

"vomit…!"

A strange burnt smell floated in the air. The stench was accompanied by the aroma of meat, making everyone around him retching.

At this moment, the burning man suddenly exploded, and the sticky and burnt object splashed onto the people around him.

"Ahhhh!"

"It's hot, it's hot, it's hot!"

"Pain Pain!"

All those who were close were hit, and the hot and sticky substance burned them instantly.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes widened with horror on their faces.

The man's shadow appeared on the spot, with streams of flames burning him, and the silent screams echoed in their souls, making their bodies shiver.

As the flames burned, the middle-aged man gradually shrank, and finally exploded.

At this time, the people at the scene came to their senses. Many people screamed in terror, and some people even collapsed on the ground with weak legs.

Of course, some people started to make calls, some were talking excitedly, and some had a look of fear on their faces.

At this time, on the other side, Tuesday had arrived in front of a gate.

He stood far away and did not enter. Even as a destroyer, Tuesday would not enter a place without destruction.

Tuesday's brow furrowed deeply as his senses noticed something different about this place.

"Clear traces of sacrifice, a strong aura of faith, and the aura of evil spirits. What do these bastards want to do?" Tuesday's face was gloomy, and his cold eyes stared at the opposite side.

"Mikos! Priests! Onmyoji! Ghosts! Are these people gathering here trying to create ghosts?"

Tuesday's perception noticed the situation inside the front, and the various smells inside were reflected in his mind, making him frown.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he figured out what this group of people wanted to do on Tuesday. His face instantly became extremely ugly, anger rushed to the top of his head, and his whole person was buried in anger.

"Do these damn guys want to make ghosts out of these heinous bastards?"