MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 46 break free (1)

"After the fall of the Lord of Light, he fell into the deepest part of the ground. The huge energy he possessed could not be transferred, transformed, and never disappeared, so he became an ether crystal. The reason why this crystal contains so much energy is that It is precisely because it once belonged to the Maharaja of Light that allows a giant like the airship to fly into the sky. From this, one can imagine how powerful the Maharaja was at the height of his power. If my ancestors had not betrayed his secrets, other forerunners It is impossible to defeat him even if we join forces. This world will not be what it is now."

Such a story that impacted the three views made Duan Feizhuo almost unsteady. He had to support his body with the sword in the stone to barely sit down on the spot.

"Then the aether disease is..." His voice was hoarse.

"Aether sickness is caused by inhalation of a harmful substance in ether crystals. That substance...you can understand it as the embodiment of a curse or resentment."

Evangeline pressed her chest, "We night people are not afraid of this substance, and can even slowly convert it into our own energy. But for ordinary people, it is a kind of poison. The more people consume ether crystallization, the more people suffer from etheric diseases. That’s why I established Beautiful Gaia, trying to persuade people not to use etheric crystals. However, because our proposition runs counter to the mainstream thinking, it was resented and hostile by the public.”

She sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Beautiful Gaia is actually an environmental protection organization?

Although Duan Feizhuo also felt that the way they publicized their ideas was very extreme, like a pyramid scheme, but it cannot be denied that their ideas had some truth.

"So you established this sanitarium to treat patients with ether disease?" Duan Feizhuo asked, "But why do you only treat the family members of the members of Beautiful Gaia? If you are willing to treat patients from the whole society, and you prove that you have the ability If you treat ether disease, then people will gradually accept your ideas, right?"

Evangeline's expression darkened, "I only dare to treat the family members of Beautiful Gaia members, because each member has passed a strict assessment and will never leak my information. But other people can't say for sure. Don't forget Well, I’m also a mystic after all. And I’m a descendant of the night clan. I’m a thorn in the side of the night watchman. If I let them discover my existence, wouldn’t my life be over soon?”

"The night guards aren't that unkind." Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but speak well for his "colleagues", "If you can really cure diseases and save lives, they might approve you to join."

Evangeline couldn't help laughing as if she heard a big joke. "You really know how to joke. Have you ever heard of the Committee for the Advancement of Science? They are dedicated to the development of ether crystals, and they can be said to be the number one enemy of our beautiful Gaia. The night policemen have long been in collusion with the Committee for the Advancement of Science. There is absolutely no way they will give Beautiful Gaia a good face."

A huge question mark appeared above Duan Feizhuo's head. What is this? He knew about the Council for the Advancement of Science, but how could Evangeline think the Night Watchmen were the same as them? What a misunderstanding!

Could it be because of Secretary Carter? He is a member of the Council for the Advancement of Science and a liaison to the Nightman. Because of this, Evangeline mistook the Night Watchman for a lackey of the Council for the Advancement of Science?

Z They were clearly incompatible with Carter, but somehow they were blamed, and Duan Feizhuo always complained for them.

But he couldn't justify the night guards, otherwise his identity would be revealed.

He had never been so torn in his life.

"Okay, I understand what you mean." Duan Feizhuo said weakly, "Since you did not endanger the patient, then I misunderstood you. I sincerely apologize to you for my previous reckless actions."

"You are also eager to protect your friends, I can understand." Evangeline smiled, "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. It is my honor to know such an excellent mystic as you."

The two shook hands as if nothing had happened.

It felt weird—shaking hands with a vampire, a night woman. Evangeline's hands were as cold as corpses. Duan Feizhuo once again realized that he still knows too little about the mysterious society.

"So when will Louisa recover?" he asked.

"I can't say for sure. Every patient's physique is different, and the time required for recovery is also different." Evangeline thought, "The lady is young and in good health. If there are sufficient medicines, probably One month is enough. But now we lack the raw materials to configure the medicine, and the medicines allocated to each patient are not enough, so the treatment cycle will be prolonged..."

Duan Feizhuo asked, "What raw materials are missing? Maybe I can help get them."

Evangeline smiled and shook her head, "I appreciate your kindness. But those materials can only be found in the New World. You can't just buy a ticket to cross the ocean now, can you?"

"I can't." Duan Feizhuo said, "But people from the New World can come to me."

Evangeline stood in the middle of the secret trading house, looking at the display cabinet reaching the ceiling, her delicate face was full of horror.

"This... is amazing!" She looked around in admiration, "I can't think of such a place in the world! A trading house established in a different space, anyone can enter and exit as long as they have the key..."

After hearing that she needed raw materials, Duan Feizhuo drew her a key to the trading house on the spot, and the two entered the trading house together.

"You've never heard of the Secret Realm Trading Company?" Duan Feizhuo asked. He thought that all the mystics in London had been developed into clients by Uncle Joseph.

"Because of my special status, I rarely have contact with other mystics, and I have lost touch with the mysterious society." Evangeline said shamefully.

Among the raw materials she needs, there are several types of trading houses that are readily available. Duan Feizhuo sold it to her at the listed price. When she heard the price, Evangeline couldn't hold back her surprise.

"It's even lower than the purchase price of our beautiful Gaia!" She felt incredible.

"Because there is no middleman to make the difference." Duan Feizhuo said lightly.

"Every time I send my subordinates to the New World to purchase raw materials, not only is time wasted, but the cost also increases. If I knew that there were such places in the world, I wouldn't have to be so troublesome. Well, it's just a waste of time and money. It also delayed the patient's treatment. I really lived such an old age in vain."

Since the woman of unknown age was not short of money, she simply bought all the raw materials needed for pharmaceuticals in one go.

Duan Feizhuo also promised to hang a "long-term purchase" sign for her in the trading house in the future. The customers of the trading house come from all over the world, and of course there are also those from the New World. They would definitely like to do this business.

Evangeline was very grateful for buying precious raw materials at a low price.

"You will always be Beautiful Gaia's benefactor!" She couldn't stop thanking Duan Feizhuo, "No matter where you go in the future, as long as you meet the members of Beautiful Gaia, they will be willing to go through fire and water for you! "

This is unnecessary. Most of the members of Fair Gaia are fanatics, and it would be no good to let them go through fire and water.

"By the way, there is one more thing I want to ask you." Evangeline hesitated and said shyly, "Actually, I have been worrying about the future of the beautiful Gaia recently. Although we are committed to popularizing the use of ether crystals to the public The evil results, but have had little effect..."

Duan Feizhuo forced a smile, "Have you ever considered that there is a problem with your beautiful Gaia propaganda methods?"

That kind of fanatic pyramid-style propaganda can only promote your ideas!

"I think so too!" Evangeline looked excited when she saw her confidant, "Our publicity targets have always been the general public, after all, they are the most vulnerable to ether disease. But after seeing you, my The thinking has changed. The general public’s education level is relatively low after all, and our ideas are too avant-garde, and they find it difficult to accept them for a while. Therefore, Beautiful Gaia should promote the ideas to people with higher education levels.”

"Oh, you want to segment your audience?"

"What?" Evangeline asked blankly.

"...nothing. You go on."

Although Evangeline was a little puzzled, she continued, "I think that the easiest way to accept the concept of beautiful Gaia is the mystics. I have always had little contact with mystics because I was worried that my identity would be exposed. .After seeing you today, I suddenly had an idea. Since the customers of all trading houses cannot reveal each other's identities, can I use the trading house to promote the concept of beautiful Gaia to your customers? Of course, I I will pay you enough."

Good guy, this is an advertisement in the secret trading house!

In modern times, it is a normal business practice for a trading platform to receive advertisements, but Duan Feizhuo never thought that a secret trading house could also be used for this purpose! He thought that he was enough of a business genius, but who knows that there are still mountains, and Evangeline's genius is far better than him!

It's just that the concept of Beautiful Gaia is too "avant-garde", and the publicity methods are too "intense". If they go to the trading house to promote, will it damage the reputation of the trading house?

...wait, didn't he always want the exchange to go out of business? Why at this moment, instead of thinking about the trading house? Could it be that he was gradually corrupted by capital and money because he made a lot of money relying on the trading house!

Ah, damned capitalism! Ah, wicked money!

"I know this is a bit too much to ask." Seeing Duan Feizhuo's silence, Evangeline thought she was overreaching. "But don't worry, I will pay you enough. You just need to say the amount."

...It really became an advertisement!

Duan Feizhuo cleared his throat, and said cautiously, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but... I've seen your beautiful Gaia's 'teaching session' too, if we hold that kind of activity in a trading house, will we still do it? business?"

Evangeline looked distressed, "That's true... what if I just send flyers to customers?"

"It also seems a little..."

Evangeline thought about it again, "Then what if I sell Beautiful Gaia's special secret medicine in the trading house? Originally, due to the lack of raw materials, the sanitarium only admitted members of Beautiful Gaia and their relatives, and the secret medicine was only given to They use it, but now I don't have to worry about raw materials, and I can make more elixir. I can even sell these elixir publicly—only to mystics, of course. Although the elixir alone cannot completely cure etheric diseases, but It can alleviate the symptoms to some extent. Can you see if it is convenient? The reward is naturally indispensable to you."

There are a lot of strange commodities in the secret trading line, and the secret medicine of beautiful Gaia is not bad. If it's really effective, it's okay for Duan Feizhuo to help sell it. but…

"Secret medicines are different from secret art items or materials. Most people don't understand the effects of medicines, so I'm afraid they won't buy them easily." Duan Feizhuo said while thinking.

Evangeline asked, "What if I introduce myself to customers in the trading house?"

A flash of light flashed through Duan Feizhu's mind.

"Maybe there is a way to do it." He showed a smile that belonged to a profiteer.

the next day.

This day is not a day for the trading house's routine business, but it is rare for the trading house to open its doors.

The customers originally complained that the old owner of the trading house had always been open on Saturdays and randomly opened at other times, but the new owner completely disregarded the old rules and opened the door whenever he wanted.

But the trading of secret art items is a seller's market, even if customers complain a little, they can only endure it. Moreover, opening at random hours also helps the mystics hide their identities. Wouldn't it be easy to arouse suspicion if it was discovered that you disappeared at a fixed time every Saturday?

What's more, the new owner has come up with some refreshing sales methods from time to time, and the customers have gradually accepted the "eclectic" of the new owner.

As soon as the opening day of the trading house comes, they are full of anticipation and can't wait to go in and have a look, expecting something new that has never been seen before-ah, this feeling of heartbeat is exactly the same as opening a blind box!

On this day, customers walked into the trading house and found that the layout in the hall had changed again.

There are many commodities in the place where the blind box is placed, some are already in the trading house, some have never been seen before, and they look like some kind of black medicinal powder.

The owner of the trading house sat behind the counter with his hands behind his back, while his assistant and a slim and graceful woman occupied the most conspicuous positions in the hall. The woman wore a half-face mask decorated with peacock feathers. Although she couldn't fully see her true face, she was not sure if she was really a beauty, but those beautiful eyes alone were enough to make people think about it, not to mention The graceful body curve outlined by the black dress...

Many male customers and a few female customers couldn't move their eyes on the spot.

Duan Feizhuo saw that many customers had come to the trading house, so he whispered to Evangeline, "Do you still remember what I taught you before?"

Evangeline nodded. She was a little nervous, but she deserved to be the woman who single-handedly created the beautiful Gaia organization and served as the leader, so she quickly entered the state.

"Customers, let me introduce to you a few unique products in the trading house today."

She flashed a blinding smile. Al Gaogao next to him held up a bottle of ink and showed it to the customers.

"Look, this is a special ink made of invisible bird blood. If you write text with it, it will disappear after a period of time. Only when another colorless and odorless special developing ink is applied on the paper will the text appear. .It is very suitable for mystics to hide important information! I will demonstrate it live for everyone now!"

She winked at Al. The boy immediately unscrewed the ink bottle, and Evangeline took out a pen and paper, dipped it in ink a few times, and wrote a few words on the spot.

After the handwriting disappeared, she smeared the developing ink on the paper. The customers looked at the gradually revealed handwriting and exclaimed.

"...If you buy it now, you can also get a bottle of developer ink and a stealth bird feather pen! Of course, the ink is unopened and new. Please look at the sealing wax on the bottle, have you seen the special wax seal of the place of production? ?For £199, you can take home a set of three items! Interested customers please pay at the counter!"

Evangeline's tone is cadenced, very charismatic and provocative. Duan Feizhu couldn't help being surprised. He is also a member of Beautiful Gaia. Why are those preachers acting like fanatics, but Evangeline's ability to bring goods is online? Did something go wrong when training preachers?

Evangeline then sold a few more items. Finally, she gestured to Al to hold up the elixir of Beautiful Gaia.

This is her real purpose today. If the secret medicine is sold at the beginning, the customers may find it difficult to accept it. But now the atmosphere in the trading industry has been heated up, and it's just a matter of time to promote her secret medicine.

"Please look, customers," Evangeline said enthusiastically when talking about her products, her eyes sparkling. "This is a newly invented secret medicine that can be used to relieve the symptoms of ether disease!"

According to the script arranged by Duan Feizhuo, Al began to cooperate with Evangeline's acting skills.

"But ma'am," said Al, exaggeratedly, "the doctors say the term ether disease is not accurate!"

Evangeline smiled lovingly, "But it is undeniable that such a new type of disease does exist, doesn't it? We might as well call it 'ether disease' first. As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong with preparing some medicine at home. What's the downside?"

Al said again, "Maybe someone will ask, what should I do if I don't get too sick? Isn't the money for medicine wasted?"

"Even if you don't suffer from ether disease, this secret medicine is very good for your health. It is made of various materials such as heart-stimulating grass, salamander bone, Colombian sand scorpion juice, and moose horn. body…"

Evangeline deliberately lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "If there are men who are not in love, this medicine can also help to improve their male demeanor..."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people rushed to the counter to buy the secret medicine.

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help laughing sadly. Any item in the world, as long as it is rumored to have an aphrodisiac effect, will immediately become a hot commodity. Ah, man, how sad!

The secret medicine sold out quickly. Slow-handed customers (mainly male customers) eagerly pulled Evangeline to ask when the stock would be restocked. Evangeline probably saw her secret medicine so popular for the first time, and her eyes were a little complicated.

Duan Feizhuo put up a sign for her to purchase raw materials in due course. Those raw materials were quite common in the New World, and not long after, people who held raw materials talked about business with Evangeline. By the end of the day, Evangeline had known several New World suppliers. Duan Feizhuo intentionally asked them to skip the trading house and trade on their own, so that even if the trading house was closed one day, Evangeline could still obtain raw materials directly from the supplier.

The bustling day of the trading house finally came to an end. Duan Feizhuo counted today's accounts and handed over a quarter of the income to Evangeline.

"You are credited with selling so many items. This is your reward."

Evangeline was taken aback. "How can I take your money? I should be paying you!"

"No, no, I didn't do anything, it's because you have a strong ability to bring goods..."

"I just parroted the words you taught. The reason why the product can be sold is because your idea is too outstanding..."

Duan Feizhuo winked at Al and asked him to help persuade Evangeline. However, I don't know whether it was Al who was captured by Evangeline's beauty, or that kid had the idea of ​​deceiving his master. Al, who always obeyed his master's words, turned his eyes away, "Ah! Master! It's getting late, my mother told me to come back early today." Home! I will bid farewell to the master!"

After speaking, he rushed into the customer channel and disappeared.

Duan Feizhuo had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​letting Evangeline accept the reward, and bid farewell to the beautiful female chairman of Gaia. She was so happy that she didn't receive a penny, Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but start to wonder, was it because she was too desireless, or was it because she was actually at a loss...?

It was late at night when we left the trading house. Duan Feizhuo was exhausted after a busy day. He desperately wanted to get a good night's sleep, and slept until tomorrow morning. Fortunately, he doesn't have to go to work tomorrow, so he can wake up whenever he wants.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he was hesitant to take a bath, someone knocked on the door of his house.

It's so late, who's coming to visit?

Duan Feizhuo first thought of Al. But the boy entered the trading house directly from his own home today, and he will return directly to the original place when he returns. Such a short time is definitely not enough for him to rush from the tailor shop to the French Square.

Could it be someone from Nightwatchman? Both Xenophon and Z have come uninvited. If the night policeman encounters some troublesome cases and needs manpower urgently, it makes sense to find new people to work overtime.

Of course, Duan Feizhuo didn't rule out the most dangerous possibility - thieves who broke into empty doors.

He grabbed the sword in the stone on the cabinet and walked cautiously to the door.

"Who?" he demanded.

The people outside the door said nothing, just kept knocking on the door.

"Who is outside the door? Talk!"

The knocking on the door suddenly stopped.

Duan Feizhuo became more and more convinced that the outsiders were thieves. Maybe he heard someone in the house, so he ran away.

Just when Duan Feizhuo was about to put the sword in the stone back to its original position, the door lock opened with a "click".

A red-haired young man was standing at the door, covering his stomach with one hand and holding a wire with the other, smiling and watching Duan Feizhuo.

"Long time no see." Duncan McLean wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said weakly, "No, it's only been a few days."

"Why you?" Duan Feizhuo collapsed.

"Hush." ​​Duncan held up a finger, staggered into the house, and closed the door behind his back, "Hush. Do you want to wake up the whole street and tell them that you are hiding a fugitive at home? "

"I didn't harbor you!" Duan Feizhuo was furious, but he could only lower his voice, "You were the one who picked the door lock of my house!"

"The night police don't care about that much." Duncan sarcastically said.

"Don't forget that I am also a member of the night police! Do you think they believe me or you?"

"Really?" Duncan tilted his head, "If they find out that you are also a mystic, who do you think they will believe?"

Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded. How did Duncan know he was a mystic? He has always been careful that books on mysterious philosophy are stored in the secret trading house, and the blueprints of the magic circle that enter the trading house are always carried with him. Even if the night police came to ransack his house, they couldn't find anything suspicious!

"I knew it when I saw you for the first time." Duncan answered Duan Feizhuo's inner question, "Don't forget, I am also a person with supernatural powers. I can tell at a glance that you are my kind .”

It turns out that in the sewers of Aberdeen, Duncan's sentence "I didn't expect such a person to live besides me" meant this...

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to hand this guy over to Scotland Yard immediately, but he couldn't. Duncan would spill his secrets.

Damn, this kid actually caught him!

"What do you want?" Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth.

"I just want to find a place to hide." Duncan covered his mouth and coughed a few times, his palms were stained with blood.

Duan Feizhuo didn't want to stain his carpet, it would be troublesome to clean it up. He gave Duncan two towels to cover his wounds.

"How did you become like this?"

Duncan slumped on the sofa, looking at him with some amusement, "Aren't you a member of the night police? How could you not know?"

"Did you meet Jack the Ripper?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Duncan's face darkened "That's right. I never thought that the Night Watchman would control the guy's mind and use him like a hound. He found my hiding place in London, we fought, and I was outnumbered ..."

He shrugged, not ashamed of his defeat.

Duan Feizhuo then asked, "Then how did you find my home? Why is it my home?"

"By smell." Duncan pointed to his nose, "My sense of smell is no worse than that of Jack the Ripper, and I found your home easily. I think you are the only one who can protect me in the whole of London. After all, I don't have any It's someone else's trick."

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to punch this kid in the face, but he held back. Don't beat the wounded, don't beat the wounded. Important things need to be said twice.

"I cannot shelter you. You are a member of the Scarlet Feast, and sooner or later I will have to hand you over."

"The Crimson Feast?" Duncan repeated the word, confused. "How do you think I'm a member of the Crimson Feast?"

"Because Jack the Ripper said he knew you." Duan Feizhuo said, "Only two members of the Scarlet Feast are still alive, one of them is Jack the Ripper, and the other can only be you."

Duncan froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and laughed.

He laughed so wildly that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that one day I would be mistaken for a member of the Scarlet Feast..."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a look of pain floated on his cheek. He squeezed his stomach wound tightly. It seems that the burst of laughter just now aggravated his injury.

Duan Feizhuo looked at him coldly, "If you are not, then why would Jack the Ripper know you?"

Duncan said in a persuasive tone, "If you think about it again, the people Jack the Ripper met at the Scarlet Feast must be members of the Scarlet Feast?"

"Otherwise?" Duan Feizhuo felt that he had said something nonsense, "Who else is there at the Scarlet Feast? There are twelve members in total, ten of them are dead, and two are alive. I haven't heard of them having servants or anything like that." .besides…"

and many more. The Scarlet Feast, of course, has people other than the twelve members.

That was their prey—the poor souls they ate for food.

Duan Feizhuo widened his eyes in horror, "Could it be that you are..."

His mouth was dry and he couldn't speak.

Duncan smiled and nodded, confirming his guess.

"Yes. I was the prey of the Crimson Feast," he said hoarsely.

Jack the Ripper lowered his head, sniffing vigorously the **** smell that remained in the air.

Ms Q held his rein and watched him warily. Mr. R sat on the curb and wiped the silver knife in his hand.

A crow hovered in the air, making a "croak" sound from time to time.

They were on the banks of the Thames. The night was thick, and the night fog filled the air.

"Let him escape!" said the crow sharply.

"Shut up." Mr. R said angrily.

"I just said, you shouldn't shoot directly, but call for support!" Crow condemned.

"I thought I could deal with that kid, but I didn't expect him to move so fast." Mr. R snorted.

Jack the Ripper led them through the complicated tunnels underground in London and successfully found Duncan McLean.

Sure enough, the guy was hiding out in London. He's lurking in an abandoned sewer, thinking it's a safe haven, but he doesn't expect the Night Watchmen to send Jack the Ripper to look for him.

Mr. R and Xenophon should have been sure of capturing the boy. They managed to wound him. But they were negligent. That kid can summon ghouls. Under the cover of the tide of ghouls, the kid escaped.

"I didn't expect there to be so many ghouls underground in London." Mr. R flicked the silver knife, shaking off the blood on it.

Under their feet, the sewers of London were already filled with corpses of ghouls.

Crow said "Duncan McLean is wounded and can't get far. Keep Jack the Ripper searching for him!"

"Understood, you still need to say it."

Ms. Q tugged at the rope in her hand, and said to Jack the Ripper, "You smelled his trail, didn't you? Take us there!"

Jack the Ripper grinned, a shark-like, aggressive grin.

He did.

Such a familiar taste.

His mind went back to five years ago, when he was a member of the Scarlet Feast. It was only five years, but it seemed to him centuries ago.

He still remembered that day—the last meeting of the Crimson Feast. They captured a young man with extraordinary talents and locked him in a dungeon for a long time.

The boy's magical ability is very powerful, and everyone in the Scarlet Feast is convinced that after devouring his flesh and blood, they will gain unprecedented power.

The amazing ability possessed by one person can be passed on to another person by devouring the body. This is not to say that magical energy is contained in flesh and blood, and all flesh and blood must be eaten to gain power. The act of devouring flesh and blood actually creates an energy channel between the devourer and the devoured, through which innate talents will flow into the devourer's body.

In other words, even with just one bite, you can gain that boy's ability.

Although many individuals share at the same time, everyone's power will be reduced, but Jack the Ripper feels that it doesn't matter.

He joined the Scarlet Feast to eat people, not for any magical power. As long as he can eat human flesh, does it matter if he is an ordinary person or a mystic?

On that day, he thought that he would enjoy an unprecedented feast.

Twelve companions assembled in the sanctuary, and the boy was brought to the dining table like a meal.

Everyone rubbed their knives and forks in anticipation of his delicious flesh.

The variable accident happened at this time.

They thought that the young man was controlled by a secret technique and had fallen asleep, allowing them to slaughter him, but unexpectedly he opened his eyes suddenly.

He grabbed the table knife beside him and stabbed the nearest mystic.

It cut the man's throat with just one knife.

The prey instantly becomes the hunter.

While drinking the blood of the occultist he killed, the boy slaughtered the rest wantonly.

The mystics ate many who were endowed with supernatural powers, and each gained great power. But now, this power has been absorbed by the young man.

In the blink of an eye, ten members of the Scarlet Feast fell down.

Jack the Ripper and the other person were in a bad situation, so they immediately turned around and ran away, barely saving their lives.

Later, Jack the Ripper was arrested by the night police for committing the Whitechapel serial murders.

As for the whereabouts of his escaped companion and the boy, he didn't know anything about it.

Unexpectedly, five years later, he would meet that boy again.

After absorbing the power of the members of the Scarlet Feast, the boy became so powerful that the three night guards teamed up to barely wound him.

How delicious should his current flesh and blood be?

Just thinking about it makes Jack the Ripper drool.

He had to get rid of these night guards and find that boy!

Ridiculous Nightmare. Did they think a rope could hold him down?

They underestimated the power of Jack the Ripper too much.

In the past five years, he has not been waiting to die in a dungeon. He has been keeping a low profile and accumulating strength in secret.

Making him a hound was a huge mistake.

Now the night vigilantes will pay for their mistakes.

Jack the Ripper quickened his pace and ran into the night fog of London.

Ms. Q trotted after him, creating a short distance from Mr. R and Xenophon behind him.

"In that direction?" the old woman asked out of breath.

Jack the Ripper let out a whoosh growl.

She probably thought her secret technique was perfect. Jack the Ripper thought excitedly. But she was wrong. People controlled by the occult should have become obedient puppets of the occultist, but Jack the Ripper maintained a trace of himself from beginning to end.

Maybe it's because he ate many supernatural beings and gained extraordinary power. Maybe it's because his spirit has long been abnormal, and he can't be generalized with ordinary people.

In short, all it takes is a suitable timing, a momentary opening, and he can break free from the shackles of the secret technique and regain his freedom!

Thick fog surrounded them. Xenophon and Mr. R have disappeared.

Jack the Ripper stopped in his tracks.

"Why didn't you leave?" asked Ms. Q, who was holding the rope.

Jack the Ripper whimpered like a wounded animal.

"Are you injured?" Ms. Q looked at him, "The battle just now shouldn't affect you, right?"

She raised her hand, intending to examine Jack the Ripper's body.

— Only a momentary opening is enough.

Jack the Ripper smiled triumphantly.

Under the night, on the banks of the Thames, a woman's scream suddenly sounded.

When Mr. R and Xenophon arrived in a hurry, they saw Ms. Q lying on the ground, her arms profusely bleeding.

Her rope had been snapped.

Jack the Ripper is missing.

"...so, I killed ten members of the Crimson Feast, devoured their flesh, and fled the sanctuary. I went north, incognito, and used my newfound powers to work as a body restorer—until I encountered on you."

Duan Feizhuo leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and quietly listened to Duncan's narration.

It turned out that the scarlet feast was destroyed not because of internal strife, but because of their prey.

"Since you are not a member of the Scarlet Feast, who is the last remaining mystic?" Duan Feizhuo wondered.

"I don't know either." Duncan shrugged, "They were all wearing masks. I can only tell from their body shape that it was an old man. And my sense of smell was not as sharp as it is now, so I couldn't find that person even if I wanted to. .”

After speaking, he leaned back on the sofa, as if waiting for Duan Feizhuo to issue a verdict.

At that time, if Duncan did not resist, he would be eaten as food by the Scarlet Feast. He killed those ten mystics, it should be considered as self-defense, right? Although this defensive method is a bit extreme...

As for his killing of Aberdeen's serial killer Alexander Stone, should he also be regarded as "doing justice"? Although this brave approach is a bit extreme...

From the point of view of modern law, Duncan is definitely not guilty of death, even if he is found not guilty.