Chapter 91: The Crazy Japanese Who Wanted to Eat Soil (Happy New Year!)

Being stared at by Lord Cimu and Master Konghai, Xia Mei felt at a loss.

These were two figures capable of destroying heaven and earth; if she did not perform well enough, would they turn against her and wipe out her entire family...

The next moment.

Like a girl waking up late for school, she hurriedly bowed to Master Konghai and Lord Cimu.

In Japan, the Japanese are very particular about etiquette; etiquette comes in many forms, from juniors to elders, from newcomers to senior colleagues, and so on.

Immediately, under the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of countless girls, Lord Cimu smiled slightly at Xia Mei in response.

"Master Konghai, I hope we may meet again in the future."

Having dealt with the matter of the Void Demon Realm, Lord Cimu did not intend to stay long; turning to leave, he said calmly to Master Konghai before departing.

"Amitabha."

Master Konghai pressed his palms together, returned a smile, and did not answer, as if unwilling to make any guarantee regarding an uncertain future.

Demonic light rippled, brilliance flowed.

Lord Cimu's figure, like a reflection in water, vanished amidst the ripples, as if he had never been there.

Then, Xia Mei also left.

However, she did not leave alone; after Master Konghai said a few words, the two departed together.

Buddhist light bloomed; Master Konghai, carrying Xia Mei, seemed to tread upon the Great Dao or soar through the heavens, ethereal and vast, and in a few blinks, vanished in one direction.

Watching the two depart, Director Takahashi remained stunned for a long time.

Not long after.

"Quick, quickly record everyone who has been resurrected! I want their most trusted data: identities, medical records, everything—I want it all!"

Director Takahashi roared, anxious and urgent.

Once he came to his senses, he remembered one thing.

Resurrection!

Throughout history, both ancient and modern, and across all nations, no one has not longed for death and rebirth or immortality; is not the ultimate goal of humanity's research into medicine to achieve health and eternal life?

Although Master Konghai has left, he resurrected a thousand people; these thousand people are the breakthrough to the secret of resurrection.

Perhaps, by studying these people, one could uncover the secret of the supernatural, the secret beyond resurrection.

As long as the secret can be found, Japan will surely leap to become the strongest nation in the world, without exception.

At the same time.

Tokyo, Japan, the Diet.

Clearly, the Prime Minister, the Cabinet, and others shared Director Takahashi's thoughts, frantically issuing orders one after another.

"Send all the troops and police from Higashi-Ojima to that combat zone! I want them to surround the combat zone; not a single person may enter, not even a fly!"

"Send all scientific collectors over there to gather the soil, flowers, and grass from that area; I want them to analyze the composition and information of those plants and soil in the fastest time possible."

"Quick, prepare a press conference; I will convene a press briefing to explain the Higashi-Ojima incident."

"Dispatch troops over there and issue the highest order: prohibit anyone from touching the grass, plants, or soil; whoever dares to take any away will be arrested immediately."

"Send the fastest helicopters over there to bring all the scientists; have the infrastructure department establish a research institute right there on the spot."

"Quickly notify Director Takahashi in Higashi-Ojima to send people to search and see if they can find the remains of the Six-Eyed Demon! Blood, hair, anything will do! Be sure to preserve it."

"Those resurrected people must not be allowed to leave, not even one; temporarily restrict them from leaving the country or crossing borders."

They issued orders in a cacophony, their eyes bloodshot, their gazes never leaving the screen showing the Higashi-Ojima combat zone.

This combat zone was no longer a nightmare, no longer despair.

It was hope, it was Japan's future, it was the path to supreme power and wealth.

"No, I must go to the scene." The Prime Minister stood up with such force that he knocked over his chair.

Then he ordered a Cabinet Minister.

"If the United States sends me a message or seeks me out, say I am not here; if it is regarding negotiations on the Higashi-Ojima matter, you figure out a reason to refuse."

Upon hearing this, that Cabinet Minister, just about to take steps to go along as well, stopped abruptly, his mouth twitching violently, wanting to curse.

At the same time.

People all over the country were rushing out of their homes, their eyes wild, burning with madness.

Especially the citizens of Tokyo, Japan, who were almost all crazy, swarming toward Higashi-Ojima like hornets.

"Grass! Those grasses!"

Near Higashi-Ojima, a middle school student with a chuunibyou complex, wearing a long robe and black jacket, rode a bicycle he had named the "Gale," pedaling his legs furiously, using every ounce of strength, speeding like the wind and lightning.

On the road, he encountered many people.

These people were men and women, old and young; without exception, all were heading toward Higashi-Ojima, constantly muttering the same words as the chuunibyou middle school student.

"Grass! I want grass!"

They thought the same as the chuunibyou middle school student, wanting the grass that had been resurrected under Master Konghai's "Amitabha" in the combat zone.

No wonder they were going mad.

The supernatural is something that exists only in people's fantasies, a fantasy people pursue, a dream they long for; once one becomes supernatural, money and power will be within easy reach.

Especially after witnessing Master Konghai's display of power, everyone's longing for the supernatural grew even stronger, even more fervent.

This was no longer about money or power; this was the path to immortality, the path to the gods.

Although Master Konghai has already left and Lord Cimu has also left, it does not mean they have no hope; the grass, flowers, and trees growing in that combat zone, and even the healed earth and soil, are hope, are the possibility of reaching the supernatural.

You must know, those grasses, flowers, trees, and soil are not ordinary; they were created by Master Konghai using supreme magical power and were also transformed from the energy of the Six-Eyed Demon.

Therefore, these grasses, flowers, trees, and soil must be extraordinary; they may contain special power; perhaps taking a single bite could grant supernatural power.

Even if one does not bite or eat, picking a few flowers to take home and smelling them might extend one's life.

In short, to everyone, those plants, flowers, and soil were extraordinary; even if they possessed no supernatural power and could not extend life, if sold, someone would surely collect them.

These were flowers, plants, trees, and soil grown by the supreme power of the supernatural, holding great collection value.

Madness.

Insanity.

The citizens of Tokyo, Japan, went mad, all wanting to get a piece of the pie.

This was a scene never before seen.

Countless Japanese people wanted to eat dirt, eat grass...

Beep—

Car horns blared nonstop.

The streets and highways of Tokyo were packed with vehicles, causing traffic jams throughout Tokyo, Japan.

Not only that.

Setagaya Ward, Tokyo, Japan.

This was the residence of Japan's wealthy; at this moment, private helicopters rose into the sky above this area, flying toward Higashi-Ogishima.

As the wealthy who had enjoyed glory, riches, and the thrill of power, they were obsessed with money and authority; naturally, they valued life heavily, more than anything else, not wanting to die young, wanting more time to enjoy money and power.

Now seeing the monk Master Konghai from a thousand years ago, and seeing Master Konghai resurrect over a thousand people, how could this not drive them mad? This was what they had dreamed of.