The Advancing Reincarnators

A luxury car was parked on the street outside Jiajia Building.

Inside the car, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in samurai attire, was gazing into the distance.

Li Hao raised an eyebrow slightly.

This person!

Yamamoto Kazuo!

With the Fate Demon Eye, Li Hao instantly found the information he needed.

"Bang bang bang."

Just as Li Hao was examining Yamamoto Kazuo, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The door opened.

Li Hao looked at the two beautiful women in front of the door and smiled, "What's up?"

Ma Xiaoling looked displeased.

She glanced at Wang Zhenzhen sideways and snorted irritably, "We're going out for a late-night snack, do you want to come along?"

Li Hao gave Ma Xiaoling a strange look.

This guy actually kindly invited me to have a late-night snack?

Li Hao was well aware of Ma Xiaoling's love of money.

Li Hao smiled and said, "Sure, I was just thinking about how to kill time."

Wang Zhenzhen glanced at Li Hao, lowered her head shyly, and whispered, "Mr. Li, you... you're not going to change your clothes?"

Li Hao glanced at his ancient-style robe and suddenly laughed, "I had forgotten."

Because the world he was in had begun to embrace retro styles, and most of the worlds he was traveling to were ancient or a hodgepodge of different worlds, Li Hao didn't notice that his clothing style was out of place with ordinary modern Earth.

Li Hao quickly changed into a white modern casual outfit and came out, his long hair simply tied back with a headband.

When Li Hao walked out of the room, both of their eyes lit up slightly.

Compared to his previous period drama look, Li Hao, dressed in modern clothes, exudes a more artistic vibe, as well as an indescribable sense of freedom and confidence.

His face was flawless, and his eyebrows were arched, making the two young girls' hearts flutter.

However, Ma Xiaoling quickly realized what was going on, curled her lip in disdain, and snorted, "Dressed up so flamboyantly, I wonder which girl she's trying to seduce this time."

Wang Zhenzhen blushed slightly and silently lowered her head.

Li Hao rolled his eyes.

Who do you take this group admin for?

I wouldn't even look at ordinary, tacky girls. Let me flirt with you.

Li Hao inwardly complained, feeling that he couldn't continue to indulge Ma Xiaoling, this sharp-tongued woman.

He shrugged nonchalantly and smiled, "Anyway, I definitely wouldn't be interested in you."

Ma Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and glared angrily at Li Hao.

"You bastard, what do you mean? What's wrong with me? Pah! What I mean is, forget it, I don't care anyway."

Ma Xiaoling was furious and secretly cursed someone to remain a bachelor for life.

Li Hao smiled without saying a word, while Wang Zhenzhen covered her mouth and chuckled softly, which drew a scolding from Ma Xiaoling.

The three of them walked out of Jiajia Building and headed towards the nearby food street.

Li Hao paid no attention to Yamamoto Kazuo, who was observing from afar, and chatted casually with Wang Zhenzhen.

Not far away.

Yamamoto Kazuo stared intently at Wang Zhenzhen, his pupils shrinking to a single point. His right hand gripped the armrest of his cane so tightly that he didn't even notice the metal armrest being crushed into pieces.

How is that possible?

How could they possibly look so alike?

Yamamoto Kazuo gazed at the stunningly beautiful face that was almost identical to that of his deceased wife, a storm of emotions surged within him.

His gaze was unfocused, as if his mind had traveled through time and space, back to the distant past, back to the era of World War II.

"Ding ding ding."

Time slipped by unnoticed as he reminisced, and the servants and driver dared not disturb Yamamoto Kazuo's contemplation.

Suddenly, a sharp ringing broke the silence.

Yamamoto Kazuo snapped out of his reverie and fixed his gaze, sharp as an eagle's, on the servants in the front row.

The servant answered the phone, and an unfamiliar male voice came from the other end. "Mr. Yamamoto, we need to talk. I'm at the Guangyin Building, and I believe Mr. Yamamoto will be interested in our upcoming conversation."

The phone call abruptly ended, followed by a dial tone.

Yamamoto Kazuo narrowed his eyes slightly, silently playing with the ring in his hand, his expression completely unreadable.

The servant and driver held their breath nervously, afraid to speak.

They had followed Yamamoto Kazuo for many years and were very familiar with his personality. If he got angry, it meant there was still room for reconciliation. If he remained calm in the face of a problem, it didn't mean he wasn't angry, but rather that he was extremely furious.

Yamamoto Kazuo was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Go back."

"Hi."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.

Guangyin Building.

The four members of the Main God Space stood on the top floor of the Guangyin Building, with a group of security guards lying outside the door. As for the person in charge of the Guangyin Building, he could only hide in a corner and tremble with fear.

He stared at the four men in terror, as if he were seeing demons from hell.

The captain stood by the window, overlooking the brightly lit Hong Kong, while the other three stood on his left and right sides, keeping watch on their surroundings.

Catwoman asked listlessly, "Captain, are we really going to cooperate with Yamamoto Kazuo, meow?"

The captain said calmly, "Yamamoto Kazuo is very powerful in Japan. If we can cooperate with him, it will be of great benefit to our mission."

The priestess glanced at the person in charge of Guangyin Building and said through mental link, "Captain, Yamamoto Kazuo's strength is extraordinary, and he also has zombie blood, making him immortal. How should we persuade him?"

The captain chuckled, "Everyone has desires, and with desires come weaknesses. I will exploit those weaknesses to make him work for me."

"Clap clap clap."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a round of applause suddenly rang out in the room.

But then an old man dressed in samurai attire appeared out of nowhere in front of the door.

His steps were firm, like a lion surveying its territory, his gaze filled with a sense of oppressive power.

Yamamoto Kazuo said coldly, "That's a very reasonable statement, but I'd like to know more about who gave you this confidence."

Yamamoto Kazuo spoke, he stopped two meters behind the four men, not making a move rashly.

He could sense the immense energy emanating from the four people—a terrifying power that ordinary people could not possess, and one that even made him feel extremely dangerous.

Yamamoto Kazuo sized up the four of them, his gaze lingering on the catwoman for a few seconds before finally looking at the captain.

Shrine maidens, monsters, samurai, ninjas—what a strange combination.

Yamamoto Kazuo was puzzled; he had never heard of such a strange combination or such powerful individuals in Japan.

The captain said calmly, "Would the condition of resolving the flaws in your zombie bloodline sway Mr. Yamamoto?"

Yamamoto Kazuo's pupils contracted, and his face twitched slightly.

Fix the flaws in the zombie bloodline!

Yamamoto Kazuo forced himself to calm down and asked, "What do you mean?"

The captain confidently stated, "While the zombie bloodline granted Mr. Yamamoto immortality, it also deprived him of many of the joys of being human, forcing him to rely solely on drinking blood for survival. I can help Mr. Yamamoto solve this problem, allowing him to live like a normal person from then on, no longer needing to drink blood."

Yamamoto Kazuo's expression shifted unpredictably.

He himself didn't feel any problem with living by drinking blood, but if this problem could be solved, Yamamoto Kazuo would naturally be happy to see it happen.

He just didn't know whether he should trust these people.

The zombie bloodline brought not only power, but also immense power and wealth.

Over the years, Yamamoto Kazuo has tried to change his own flaws, but neither modern technology nor ancient mystical methods can solve this problem.

The captain noticed Yamamoto's doubts, took out a small porcelain bottle, about the size of a thumb, from his pocket, and tossed it to Yamamoto Kazuo, saying confidently, "If Mr. Yamamoto doesn't believe me, you can have other zombies drink what's inside, and the result will be obvious."

Yamamoto Kazuo took the porcelain bottle and looked at the captain with surprise and uncertainty.

Could this really be true?

He was puzzled and quickly turned his gaze to the person in charge of Guangyin Building not far away.

One hour later.

Yamamoto Kazuo watched as the Guangyin Building manager happily enjoyed ordinary food without showing any discomfort, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It actually works!?

Yamamoto Kazuo turned to the group of four and calmly asked, "Who are you people?"

The captain said calmly, "Who we are is not important. What's important is whether Mr. Yamamoto wants to cooperate with us."

Yamamoto Kazuo was silent for a moment, then asked, "What kind of cooperation?"

The captain's eyes flashed, and he said firmly, "We must find the ancient ancestral gods!"

Ancient Ancestral God!?

Yamamoto Kazuo stared in disbelief at his captain, as if he were looking at a madman.

Although he had become a zombie, Yamamoto Kazuo still found it hard to believe that he was a god, and an ancient ancestral god.

Ignoring Yamamoto Kazuo's confusion and shock, the captain slowly recounted the legend of the ancient ancestral god.

Yamamoto Kazuo's expression changed continuously as the captain recounted his story.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Does the gentleman mean that the ancient ancestral gods may have been revived, or even reappeared?"

The captain replied decisively, "Exactly."

Yamamoto Kazuo lowered his eyelids slightly and remained silent.

The news of the ancient ancestral god was indeed beyond his expectations.

As for whether ancient ancestral gods existed, Yamamoto Kazuo didn't know and dared not be sure. But he knew that the four people in front of him were definitely not ordinary people, much less simple characters.

Yamamoto Kazuo pondered for a moment, then looked up at the group of four and said, "Alright, but I have one request. I need to know if you are qualified to cooperate with me. Ma Xiaoling of the Exorcising Dragon Clan, bring her to me, and I will cooperate with you."

The captain decisively replied, "Okay."

Near Jiajia Building, Hong Kong.

The miko asked in confusion, "Captain, why should we agree to Yamamoto Kazuo's unreasonable request?"

The captain gazed up at the sky, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

He said calmly, "Because we also need Ma Xiaoling."

The priestess looked completely bewildered.

Do we need Ma Xiaoling?

The catwoman's bright eyes flickered slightly as she said, "The captain wants to lure Destiny... no, I should say, He Youqiu, He Youqiu the Book of Heaven, meow."

The captain said, "That's right. He Youqiu, He Youqiu the Book of Heaven, might know news of the ancient ancestral gods. However, the Destiny hidden within the Book of Heaven is beyond our control, so we should try not to fight against Destiny."

The witch suddenly realized why the captain had said they needed Ma Xiaoling.

The Ma Family, to which Ma Xiaoling belongs, was originally a pawn used by Destiny to deal with the Pangu Clan, and they possess a certain Destiny bloodline. If Ma Xiaoling is captured, it is possible to use the Destiny bloodline within Ma Xiaoling to find He Youqiu and the Book of Heaven.

The catwoman said lazily, "So, we need to deal with Ma Xiaoling's cat first. Hey, the cat saw me."