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Chapter 412 Second Confession

Soul World, Seireitei.

The blue sky is cloudless, clear and transparent, like a piece of flawless jasper, the warm wind brings a touch of warmth, blows away a few thin clouds, and immerses the whole world in a dreamlike beauty.

After several transformations, today's corpse world is not what it used to be.

With the efforts of the two directors of the Technology Development Bureau, Kisuke Urahara and Nie Yun, the killing stone was successfully manufactured. By the way, a real city wall was built, as well as four Duolin gates in the east, west, north and south. Four size huge amounts of titan guards were sent.

In addition, there are a number of other buildings in the courthouse yard, including the garrison of the Thirteenth Patrol.

After a period of time, a total of about 1,000 Death Gods were produced in the command post, and according to the duties of their respective teams, they were sent to various parts of the world through the cracks in the stable border, making the originally empty and clean Qinglingyuan suddenly alive.

The world of corpses and spirits has become more and more prosperous as it attracts wandering spirits of this world.

Souls waiting for rebirth are scattered in every corner of Longjinge, with the court as the center. The more serious the crime, the farther away from the court.

However, today is a special day.

Almost all the ghosts who were scattered to different places gathered in front of Dorin's Gate.

Here, there is no distinction of race, no distinction between high and low, all souls are treated equally, they are no longer blocked by the obstacles of life, they come together and speak with a deep voice. This is the scene of heaven on earth.

A middle-aged bald man squeezed into the crowd and stuck out his ears curiously, wanting to hear what they were saying.

"It's almost noon, why hasn't he come out?" The burly Caucasian man had an anxious face, his eyes were nervously staring at the door, and he was rubbing his hands uneasily, as if he was waiting for something.

"Hurry up, hurry up, take your time, be patient." The black companion next to him persuaded: "It's useless, no matter how anxious you are, when will you come out?"

A middle-aged bald man came over curiously and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Hi, my name is Phil-Phil Coulson. I just came to the world of the dead not long ago. May I ask why you gathered here?"

The bald man was Phil Coulson. Fang Yu personally received him in the soul world. Since he came in through the back door, he was assigned to the area closest to Dorrit Pavilion.

At first Phil Coulson felt a little uncomfortable, unable to accept the fact that he was dead.

But after seeing the majestic huge white wall, with the help and advice of kind souls around, he gradually accepted and got used to it, lived for a few days, and planned to wait quietly for the next life.

At this time, seeing so many people gathered at the gate of Duoling, Agent Phil Coulson was a person with a personality, so he couldn't sit still and ran outside to inquire about news.

"I'm Powell, and this is Greed." The black man has a kind temper, and he doesn't reject Phil Coulson. After introducing himself and his friends, he said. "Today is the enrollment day of Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, we are waiting for the people from the academy."

"Mao Spiritual Academy?" Phil Coulson was completely confused.

"This is the academy responsible for cultivating Death Gods. If you can pass the test and join the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art, you will have the opportunity to become a Death God in the future. Then you won't have to stay in this crappy place, but live in this white wall!" Powell explained patiently.

Phil Coulson froze at these words, his eyes widening. "Academy that raises Death God!"

"That's right, there is only one way to leave Longjin Street and enter this white-walled Duo Lin Te." Powell licked his lips, eyes showing excitement, he said. "My Uncle's nephew's neighbor passed the exam last year and became a student of the Shino Academy of Spiritual Art living in Duolinging."

"Powell, stop gossiping, look over there, the door of Dorin's is open!" Gradle exclaimed excitedly, inviting his companion to look.

For a moment, the noisy crowd fell silent at the same time.

Everyone craned their necks, their eager eyes fixed on the door that Dorin slowly opened.

Naturally, Phil Coulson is no exception. He suppressed the surprise that flitted through his heart, trying to see through the gap between the crowd that the situation outside Duolin Gate was completely different from the environment on Liuhun Street.

Hills, grassy roads, neat and orderly buildings, light-colored walls and tiles, and a huge palace towering in the distance make Soul Street look like a refugee camp from the outside.

Now Phil Coulson finally knows why these people are going to Qingling Pavilion in droves.

Jingling Court is like New York City, and Ruja Street is like Mexico.

Both are the same, both have a high wall, but the difference is the people of the United States, their status has now changed.

I don't know if there are any Mexicans here, if there are, they might laugh out loud at the United States people, who have always been tall and mighty, and now find themselves outside behind the high walls.

There was a bit of bitterness in the corner of Phil Coulson's mouth, he shook his head slightly in self-deprecating manner, and sighed softly. "It never occurred to me that we would be the ones stopped by the wall one day. It turns out that even hell has its pros and cons."

""They're coming, they're coming!"

"I saw it, they are students of Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, this time they lead the team!"

Three men and one woman wore white plain robes and walked out of Duolin Gate together, causing a commotion among the crowd.

Experienced people have already lined up. After the last failure, no one dares to underestimate these people, even if they are not Death God, they are just preparing to become Death God's apprentices.

Phil Coulson's eyesight is exceptionally sharp, and he noticed the difference immediately.

Although the three were dressed similarly and were all students of the Mao Lingju Academy, the two deliberately walked half a step behind the girl, and their behavior and mannerisms seemed to be respectful to the young girl.

And the girl still has a (good promise good) real Katana dangling from her belt.

Phil Coulson, who had been around Fang Yu a few times, realized almost immediately that the weapon on the girl's belt was a saber.

The zanpakuto is the hallmark of every wand, and the sword certainly explains from the outside why the girl is so high in status.

She is "Death God"!

Some of them had been present at the previous reception and had therefore recognized the girl.

She is a genius, she was tested to an astonishing six-level spiritual pressure level by an old man of the Qingshan tribe, and she personally asked to accept him as a disciple!

"Miss Chen, shall we start now?"

The Caucasian male student walked half a step closer, lowered his head and asked cautiously.

"Well, let's get started."

Teacher Chen nodded slightly, put one hand on his waist lightly, and said softly. "I am very grateful to these two classmates, but if there is a riot, I will be responsible for suppressing it.