Dimensional Eroders

"This is Ghoul Street, the oldest, lowest and most dilapidated slum in London, a place where cursed people live, and decent people will never step in! No one is innocent in it, and any infectious disease will come from here. From here, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, thugs... all deserve what they deserve, and crime runs in their blood!"

The young police officer obviously has a huge prejudice against this slum.

However, although Ghoul Street is as infamous as "Knockturn Alley" in HP, it is like the chamber pot of a big man's house and has its own unique value. Here, one-stop services for selling stolen goods, gambling, black goods, and buying murders have been integrated, and an alternative ecosystem has been derived, parasitic on the behemoth of London.

When he heard the name for the first time, Bailang's heart moved and there was a slight turmoil. He always felt as if he had heard of it somewhere? But he was eager to complete the task, and wanted to draw the so-called 'evil power' from the slums, so he walked in quickly.

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Of the two Bailang, one was dressed brightly and the other was neat and tidy, which was out of tune with the environment of the slums. Therefore, as soon as he entered, he attracted a group of thugs with hippie faces.

I don't know if it's because of the background of the world?

The little gangsters who surrounded him in front of him had an indescribable aura of the wasteland of the last century. They are clearly in the Victorian era, but their dresses are tattered and avant-garde, with steel nails and copper rings on the corners of their mouths, nostrils, and ears, oil paint on their faces, long guns and short knives in their hands, and non-mainstream killer hairstyles. The two of Bailang surrounded them.

One of the leaders laughed at his companions and said, "Look at that, the guys with thin skin and tender meat came to the door. I want to cut them into pieces and try my newly bought knife. Is it sharp enough? Lick! "

"Boss, you will definitely surpass that bastard Robert and become the new overlord of Ghoul Street!" another thug flattered.

"Can you not cut it too much, I like that guy's clothes!" One of the gangsters pointed a stick at Bailang, not caring about the mood of the person involved, as if discussing how to cook two pieces of fat meat?

At this time, the little policeman beside Bailang, with sweat dripping from his forehead in the cold weather, looked extremely nervous. This scene made the mob even more arrogant.

"No, I hate his hat! Go to hell, you poor bastard from outside!" As he said this, the leader swung his dagger and rushed towards Bailang indiscriminately.

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From the moment he entered Ghoul Street, Bailang felt that the IQ of this group of people plummeted. Slashing with a knife without asking the reason is like the product of a close relative of the mentally retarded. Just don't think about it, what if I'm here to hire your patron father?

"Mr. Outland, run!"

Just as the little police officer spoke, the noisy atmosphere at the scene came to an abrupt end. At this moment, Bailang stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the opponent's sharp blade. Before he exerted any strength, the opponent's arm was fixed in the air and could not move. Everything was so embarrassing.

"Huh? Huh!" The little boss was startled, and he twisted the handle of the knife vigorously, trying to cut through Bailang's palm, and drew out the short knife.

However, the blade was firmly held by Bailang, and it did not move at all. The strength of the 6 attributes is more than half of the limit of ordinary people, and the strengthening of the body by "horizontal training" not only brings physical enhancement, but also makes his palms tougher like leather. At this time, holding the knife with bare hands, the opponent couldn't even pull it out.

"Is your strength really that weak? This level is considered a London devil's lair?" Bailang was a little confused, the combat power of Ghoul Street is so low!

"You...are you an idiot? You are empty-handed...ah! What's going on!" The gangster took the lead in surprise, and then screamed out.

Discovered that there was a knife wound with deep bone visible in the palm of his hand? The cut was very neat, and blood gushed out of the wound in an instant. He backed away in pain, and looked at Bailang in panic, "What kind of magic is this?"

Scattering the IBM particles in his palm, Bailang was satisfied with the 'thorn'.

When this ability reflects physical damage, the closer the contact, the stronger the effect. After receiving the knife empty-handed, he continued to increase his grip strength to self-destruct. Although he didn't cut his palm, he still suffered severe pain.

However, the sand sculpture on the opposite side was ignorant and fearless, and he held the handle of the knife tightly, and was directly entangled by Bailang's 'IBM Particles' along the blade, establishing a stable anti-injury channel, allowing him to be cut open instantly.

"Let's go together and kill them!"

When the leader gave an order, the surrounding mobs rushed forward regardless of morality. The little police officer gritted his teeth and sprinted, knocked over one of them, and started fighting with the other. And the rest of them all chased after Bailang, waving their weapons and rushing towards the vital points.

"madness!"

Bailang also wanted to test the quality of this group of people, so he turned on the 'thorns' and went straight to meet them without dodging.

But soon he closed the 'thorns', it is too poor and weak! Even the weak one feels sad! Just relying on the passive reinforcement brought about by the 'horizontal training', they easily withstood their attacks. Among them, there were many backstabs with daggers and knuckles, but he blocked them all.

I saw that Bailang Kongwu was powerful, dancing with punches and kicks to create a strong wind, and his moves were neat, quick, and fierce. He vomited blood when his jaw was dislocated when he hit his face, and his ribs were broken when he hit his chest, and he fell into a coma. Zuo rolled the ground gourd without moving.

In a matter of breath, this group of thugs fell to the ground, mourning all over the place: "Bah! None of them can fight!"

"Don't, don't come here!"

Just as the last one was lying on the ground in panic, constantly rubbing his elbows against the ground, and moving backwards, more Ghoul Street thugs surrounded him with sickles and sticks, looking at Bailang maliciously.

"Sir, let's run away!" the little police officer said in fear.

"You go first, I'll cut it off for you." Although he said so, he put his hand into his pocket, and with a heartbeat, he took out the "Assassination of Flame" from the storage space, raised his hand and fired six shots at the crowd . Still have a face full of meaning.

Bang bang bang...!

The arrogance of the miscellaneous fish instantly became a frightened bird. Compared with punching and kicking, the burst of bullets was more terrifying.

Although Bailang kept his hand, he only pierced through the leg and did not hurt anyone's life. But the penetrating power of modern firearms is not as harmonious as in the movies. A mere human leg... a samurai sword can easily cut four bodies, and his bullets kill two birds with one stone, and even penetrate more.

The penetrating wound to the leg was more terrifying than a severe beating. No one died, but the scene of everyone struggling and screaming, and the scene of blood all over the floor, was the most nerve-wracking scene. This group of thugs panicked instantly, they were just joining in the fun, so they confronted Bailang nervously, as if retreating at any time.

But losing is not losing, one of the older ones gritted his teeth and asked, "Outsiders, what is the purpose of you coming to Ghoul Street?"

"I'm looking for your boss, where is he? Let him get out and meet me!"

The other party shook his head nervously: "Our leader is not here today and will come back tonight. Your Excellency, please leave!"

"Don't worry, you go back first, I want to take a stroll here." Bailang chased away the little policeman, looking at the dilapidated slums, he was not in a hurry to leave. He came here to investigate clues, and he also wanted to search for treasures from the black shops here, maybe he could find something useful?

He pointed his gun at the oldest one: "You, yes, don't look around. Arrange for me to be a smart bastard as a guide, or reward you with a bullet? Choose."

The other party didn't have the guts to say a word, and shouted loudly: "Little John, get over here and lead the way for this gentleman!"

Bailang activated 'Thorn' to enter the standby mode, seemingly relaxed but secretly prepared for a surprise attack from behind at any time, then called that 'Little John', threw a shilling to the other party, forcing him to lead the way, and went deep into the food court. The interior of Ghoul Row.

The little policeman hesitated for a moment, looked at Bailang's receding figure, and finally gritted his teeth and turned his head to exit.

And the remaining gangsters also lifted up a dozen wounded. Although they secretly hated them, they didn't dare to show it. Bailang didn't hold back his hand when he beat them, and it was even worse when he was shot. In this era without antibiotics, once infected, it is tantamount to soaring.

...

After taking Bailang's money, Little John went from trembling at the beginning to gradually relaxing. When Bailang asked, he could still stammer a few sentences.

However, he walked through the entire 'Ghoul Street' and did not sense anything unusual. After questioning, except for a few murderers, no supernatural "spiritual events" happened in this slum, which made him very puzzled.

Just as he was walking through a certain run-down street, Bailang stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, sir?" Little John asked timidly.

"I smelled a familiar smell, it's really interesting!" In this era of London, he could smell the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and he couldn't help but feel curious. It just so happened that the medicine he used to temper his body was also used up, so it was time to replenish it.

So he turned around decisively and walked towards the source of the smell.

Seeing his actions, Little John's face changed suddenly, and he dissuaded him: "Wait, sir, don't go there! It's dangerous."

"Why?" Bailang asked curiously.

"There... there lives an oriental weirdo who knows witchcraft, and he stays with poisonous snakes and toads all day long. Many gangsters who threatened him and blackmailed him died inexplicably. You'd better not go there. The other party knows the oriental curse."

"When you say that, I'm even more curious." Bailang ignored the dissuasion and walked towards the end of the dead-end alley. In a dark corner, he found an unremarkable shop with a few small traditional Chinese characters written on the signboard.

Chinese?

Out of curiosity, Bailang pushed the door open and entered. The shop owner also sensed the sound and looked up at the same time.

This is a disgusting ugly face. If Bailang were to rate it, the charm might only be 1, and it would be the limit to give it 2! At the same time, the opponent was extremely short in stature, like a dwarf.

Seeing Bailang enter the door, and after he was dressed up again, the little weirdo immediately flattered him. His English with an accent was particularly weird, and combined with the other's curious facial features, it was very attractive to Orientals.

"What's your name? From the Qing Dynasty?"

"Yes, it's fine for adults to call the little one 'Wen Qing'!" The boss named Wen Qing had a very low attitude.

At this moment, Bailang shuddered violently. The dwarf drugstore owner named Wen Qing, Ghoul Street... He suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Is the boss of your street a man named 'Sbittwa? root' guy?"

Little John nodded again and again: "That's right, SPW is our boss!"

The rogue superstar who dominates Ghoul Street, 'Yangko Star, God of Commentary - Spitwagen'...

"FGO to Nima! My little Jack!" Brother Lang covered his face in pain, his heart suddenly broke.

_To_Be_Continued