Chapter 402: Leaving (1)
"Impure World Reincarnation!"
Fang Mo clapped his hands on the ground, directly activating a ninjutsu.
The chakra of the Nine-Tails surged from his body, then immediately infused into the depths of the earth. Soon, the ground shook, and a huge coffin rose from below.
However, the coffin only rose about halfway before it suddenly stopped.
Then, it slowly retracted back into the earth.
"What the heck?"
Fang Mo was also stunned by the sight.
To be honest, he was momentarily unclear about what had happened.
"What are you doing?" Seeing this, Kishibe asked curiously, "Judging by the name, it seems like some kind of dark magic. You're not trying to resurrect Makima, are you?"
"It was supposed to be possible to resurrect her."
Fang Mo, looking confused, scratched his head, "But for some reason, it suddenly malfunctioned Could it be your fault?"
"What do you mean by that?"
Kishibe asked somewhat puzzled.
"It means you jinx me." Fang Mo frowned and fiddled with Makima's corpse, explaining after hearing Kishibe's question, "Or it means 'nothing good happens with you around'"
"I don't want you to resurrect Makima."
Kishibe said, "But this matter really has nothing to do with me. I don't have the power to stop you."
"Emmm"
Fang Mo muttered to himself while staring at Makima's corpse, "Strange, there's no reason for it, just now I even experimented with the scarred man, Impure World Reincarnation can indeed be used in this world"
"Could your failure to resurrect Makima have something to do with her being a Devil?"
After a moment of silence, Kishibe suddenly asked.
"Hmm?"
Fang Mo was startled.
"A Devil, upon death, will immediately resurrect in hell."
Kishibe said calmly, "Although I find it hard to accept the idea of 'resurrecting the dead' If such magic truly exists in this world, it must involve the soul, right? But a Devil's soul will immediately reincarnate in hell, so could it be for this reason that you can't resurrect her?"
"It sounds like you might have a point."
"Tch, then forget it..."
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo sighed, "I had originally wanted to cause some trouble for this guy, to vent some anger. But now that the person is dead and can't be revived, there's nothing else to do. Speaking of which, regarding the body, while it's still fresh..."
"You keep it."
Kishibe said indifferently, "I'm not the prince from Snow White."
"Then forget it."
Fang Mo sighed and then with a wave of his hand, switched his arcane ring to flame mode, casting a flame on Makima's body, instantly reducing her to ashes.
"Makima is dead, and the Gun Devil was also defeated by the Special Division."
Seeing this, Kishibe asked Fang Mo, "So... you're about to leave too?"
"Pretty much."
Fang Mo nodded listlessly, "If I stay any longer, the government people are probably going to lose their minds, right?"
"Some of them are already starting to."
Kishibe said, "I don't know what's gotten into them; they're all talking nonsense that no one else can understand, about keys to ultimate doors, beings that are all-seeing and all-knowing beyond everything. This wouldn't also be your doing, would it?"
"Don't blame everything on me, okay?"
Fang Mo immediately retorted, "Honestly, I've never even seen those cabinet members. If you keep blaming me, I'm really not going to be happy about it."
"Alright then."
Kishibe did not insist, merely giving a faint nod: "That must have been them encountering some Devil. I'll have someone look into it later. I came today just to have a brief chat with you. Now that I've said what I intended, I should be heading back."
"Oh, then goodbye."
Fang Mo waved his hand: "We may not meet again."
"Mhm."
Kishibe nodded, then turned and left with his people.
And after Kishibe had left.
About a few minutes later, Hayakawa Aki came back.
"Could I trouble you with one last thing?" Hayakawa Aki asked. "This is also part of our agreement between us, after which I will dedicate everything to you."
"Speak quickly if you have something to say."
Fang Mo was looking down, fiddling with the ashes on the ground, and spoke in a low, muffled voice: "My cup has turned to ashes, and I'm in a very bad mood. I'm probably not going to stay here much longer... Anyway, you have three seconds to make yourself clear."
