He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

When embraced by Z's arms, a sense of peace of mind arises spontaneously. Duan Feizhuo didn't think there was anything weird about their posture at all.

It stands to reason that he should not feel at ease. He is the owner of the secret trading house, the number one enemy of the night vigilantes, and this is a dungeon dedicated to detaining mystics. When he set foot here, he should be trembling and walking on thin ice.

"How many people are locked inside?" Duan Feizhuo asked cautiously.

"There are thirty-nine alive." Z replied casually.

Duan Feizhuo felt that his wording was a bit strange. "What? Are there still dead?" He asked. Is it necessary for the dead to be locked up?

As if aware of his doubts, Z raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Of course the dead need to be locked up." He said lightly.

Duan Feizhuo remembered the undead in Perilla Manor. If mystics also become undead after death, it seems reasonable to imprison them.

It's just that those mystics not only have to be raped for life while they are alive, but also cannot be reborn after death, which is too miserable.

I don't know how long I walked down, the stairs finally came to an end. Another long corridor appeared in front of me. There are thick iron doors standing on both sides.

When a group of people passed by the door, there was either a roar or a "bang bang" knocking on the door. However, no matter how the prisoner slammed it, the door would not move.

Duan Feizhuo shrinks into Z's arms again, and now he is almost hanging on Z's body. Z's expression was calm and composed, even a little bit of fun.

In front of a certain door, Ms. Q stopped.

Xenophon stepped forward again and unlocked the door while chanting a mantra.

The iron door opened with a "squeak".

The room behind the door was much larger than what Duan Feizhuo had imagined. It was three meters square. As a prison cell, it was considered spacious and luxurious.

A magic circle is drawn on the floor and ceiling of the cell. Based on his superficial knowledge of arcane geometry, Duan Feizhuo judged that the two magic circles were nested magic circles facing each other, which were used to imprison or bind something.

In the center of the circle sat a man kneeling. He bowed his head, his face hidden in the shadows. His withered hands were in heavy shackles, and the chains were nailed to the wall.

Is that Jack the Ripper? Duan Feizhuo looked at the man. It looks unremarkable.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man suddenly raised his head.

The unkempt hair and beard almost covered most of his face, but could not cover his eyes.

Those eyes are so deep and dark, like an ancient well, but there is a deadly danger in the well, as if ghosts will crawl out of the abyss at any time.

His eyes moved wildly, and sometimes the two eyeballs even looked in different directions, as if he couldn't control his eyes at all.

Suddenly, his eyeballs stopped moving, and then turned suddenly, aiming in the same direction.

He sniffed hard, savoring something in the air.

"There's a newcomer." He grinned, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, each tooth as sharp as a shark's teeth, "I smell the unique fragrance of freshness—a young man. Night Watchman Is there a newcomer? Great, I've been visited by old women and old men all day long, and the smell is disgusting. Now there's something wonderful about it."

Ms. Q, whom he called "the old woman", raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

"Come closer, young man." Jack the Ripper let out a chuckle as he spoke, "Let me smell you. How sweet, how fragrant! Can you smell it, Detective Z? The only Your sense of smell is closest to mine, do you also smell the youthful and sweet breath on him? Otherwise, why would you hug him and not let go?"

Xenophon glanced at Duan Feizhuo and his boss, with an attitude of consideration in his eyes.

Duan Feizhuo looked at Z's hand on his shoulder and suddenly felt embarrassed. It was as if some kind of private secret that should only belong to him had been exposed. He wanted to break free from Z's arm, but Z's grip was tighter.

"I can hug whoever I like. It's none of your business." Z said coldly.

Jack the Ripper smiled brighter and brighter, "I really want to taste that young man's taste! If he bites his heart, the blood that splatters must be more mellow than fine wine. Have you tasted it, Detective Z? I It is recommended that you try it once if you have the opportunity, once you taste it, you will never forget the taste!"

"Thanks. I can't taste it." Z turned to Ms. Q, "Let's get started."

Ms. Q staggers up behind Jack the Ripper. She took out a snow-white rope from her pocket, tied a slipknot, and put the rope around Jack the Ripper's neck.

"I know what you want," said Jack the Ripper hoarsely. "You want to turn me into a hound and find people for you. Yes, please, I can't wait to get out of this place. If you think a little If my magic can control me, then you are all wrong!"

Ms. Q closed her eyes and began to chant the spell in a low voice. A puff of red smoke diffused from her palm, wrapping around the white rope.

No, that's not red smoke, but red runes. They stretched from the end of the rope all the way to Jack the Ripper. In the blink of an eye, the entire rope turned blood red, exuding the unique brilliance of secret art items.

Jack the Ripper shook his head desperately, as if trying to break free from the rope, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope became.

He threw his head back and let out a wild growl.

Prisoners in other cells heard his roar and screamed too.

Ms. Q held the rope and shouted, "Shut up!"

The roar disappeared instantly in Jack the Ripper's throat.

"Get up," said the old woman again.

Jack the Ripper staggered to his feet. The shackles on his hands clanged.

Z made a gesture. Xenophon carefully stepped over the magic circle on the ground, came to Jack the Ripper, and opened the shackles for him.

This serial killer, who once terrified the whole of London, is now suppressed by that mysterious rope, as well-behaved as Ms. Q's puppy.

Z let go of Duan Feizhuo, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and opened it cautiously and slowly. A small metal shard was wrapped in the center of the handkerchief, the tip stained with blood red.

Holding a handkerchief, he held the metal shard under Jack the Ripper's nose.

Ms. Q ordered, "Smell it, kid, you can smell him, can't you?"

Jack the Ripper took a few deep breaths, moving like a real hound.

"Do you recognize this smell?" Ms. Q asked.

The killer thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Z beside Duan Feizhuo suddenly moved. He heard Z's breathing become much faster in an instant.

Ms. Q said in a kind and polite tone like teaching a child, "You can find him, can't you? Lead me to find the owner of this bloodstain?"

Jack the Ripper took heavy steps. His eyes were no longer as sharp as before, and his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Z pointed to the outside of the cell, "Take him through the tunnel."

Ms. Q led Jack the Ripper, walked out of the cell like a dog, and continued to go deep along the deep corridor. Mr. R followed at a leisurely pace. He and Ms. Q are partners, and this kind of mission naturally needs to accompany him.

"Xenophon." Z called his subordinate's name.

The night policeman with black hair and yellow eyes transformed into a crow, flapped his wings and flew towards Mr. R, landing on his shoulder.

"Where are they going? Isn't the exit on the other side of the corridor?" Duan Feizhuo asked in a low voice.

"There's a secret tunnel over there, leading outside of Scotland Yard." Z said, "It's not convenient for that guy to appear on the street in broad daylight. Let him leave through the secret tunnel first."

"Are the three of them okay?" Duan Feizhuo was a little worried.

"Their task is to find Duncan McClain, and they will naturally report back when they find someone. We will go to support at that time."

The figures of Jack the Ripper and the Night's Watchmen were quickly engulfed in darkness at the other end of the corridor. That vicious serial killer has been controlled by Ms. Q's secret technique, and Mr. R and Xenophon are helping her, so there shouldn't be any trouble, right? Duan Feizhuo thought to himself.

But for some reason, there was a strong uneasiness in his heart.

When Jack the Ripper passed in front of him, he seemed to vaguely see a cold light in the killer's foggy eyes.

...Probably his illusion.

"Let's go back." Z said.

Miss Acheson and Duan Feizhuo followed their boss, left the dungeon and returned to the ground. Miss Acheson also took out a key of the same style as Xenophon, and locked the dungeon door.

"Boss, did you hear what Jack the Ripper said just now?" The usually taciturn typist said abruptly, "Ms. Q asked him if he recognized the scent of Duncan McLean, and he said yes."

Duan Feizhuo also noticed what Jack the Ripper said. "Does that mean," he guessed, "that Duncan McLean is indeed the last member of the Scarlet Feast?"

"It's very possible." Z said in a deep voice, "I think they won't get to know each other through other channels."

"Could Jack the Ripper be mistaken?"

"He is under Ms. Q's secret technique and cannot lie to us." Z explained, "The fragment I smelled to him was a fragment of my blade, stained with Duncan McLean's blood. No matter what you think about it would be wrong."

Duan Feizhuo pondered, "But Duncan McLean said that he is not a member of the Scarlet Feast."

Z scoffed disdainfully, "Isn't it normal for a mystic to tell a lot of lies?"

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to defend the group of mystics, but after thinking about it, he was lying a lot. Z protects him so much, but he has been deceiving Z so far...

As soon as he thought of this, a nameless bitterness welled up in his heart.

They go back to the office. Ms. Model Worker immediately rushed back to her desk and continued her work. She is so diligent, but the Abnormal Case Investigation Section has not yet started to investigate. This strange phenomenon is really puzzling.

"By the way, how is Miss Lynn?" Z suddenly asked.

"I sent her to the nursing home of Beautiful Gaia yesterday." Duan Feizhuo replied, "It seems that ether disease can really be cured there, and I saw that some patients' condition has improved."

"That's good." Z pondered, "I always thought that Beautiful Gaia was a sensational organization, but I didn't expect them to be really capable."

Duan Feizhuo looked at Z curiously, "Why do you care about Miss Lynn so much all of a sudden?"

Z walked to the window, pushed it open, and the breeze came, blowing his long silver hair.

"Because you care about her, so I care." He said softly.

Duan Feizhuo's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

After work that day, Duan Feizhuo didn't go home directly, but first went to the Beautiful Gaia Sanatorium to visit Luisa.

Now is the time for visiting patients. There are many people gathered in the ward, and almost every bed is surrounded by two or three family members.

The Lynns naturally sat in front of Louisa's bed. Seeing Duan Feizhuo, they both showed joy at the same time.

"Come and see! Luisa can already speak!" Mr. Lynn said excitedly, his brisk expression was completely different from yesterday, "I didn't expect Beauty Gaia's treatment to be so effective! If I had known this, I would have been Luisa should have been sent here in the first place!"

Duan Feizhuo walked to the hospital bed. Louisa lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her head tilted slightly. Mr. Lynn called her name in a low voice, and said, "Wake up, boy, who's here?"

Louisa's eyelids trembled and opened with difficulty. Her eyes were still out of focus, she just glanced weakly at where Duan Feizhuo was. But she had already recognized the comer, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"Mr. Chester..."

Hearing her speak, Duan Feizhuo was also taken aback. At this time yesterday, Luisa was still in a coma. I didn't expect that she would be so much better in just one day!

"Are you feeling okay, Miss Lynn?" Duan Feizhuo asked softly.

"Thank you...for your concern..." Luisa murmured, "You gave me...the dollhouse...I still...kept it..."

"...What doll's house?" Duan Feizhuo was at a loss.

The Lynn couple immediately understood what their daughter meant.

"I'm afraid she mistook you for your uncle." Mrs. Lynn smiled. "When Louisa was a child for her birthday, your uncle gave her a very luxurious doll house. This child can't put it down. Every time I see your uncle Thanks to him. Your uncle and nephew look quite alike. Luisa is still a little delirious now, so she probably misread it."

Duan Feizhuo smiled helplessly. Since they are so similar, why did Louisa mistake Z for "Leo Chester" when they first met? Could it be that in the eyes of women, Z's beauty is really so dazzling that it can make the people around him automatically eclipse?

Nurses from the nursing home pushed the trolley into the ward.

"It's time to take your medicine." She said loudly.

She walked to the hospital bed one by one, picked up the medicine bottle from the trolley, poured out a few pills, and asked the patient to take it with water. After confirming that the first patient swallowed the pill, the nurse went to the second patient.

When she walked to Luisa's bed, she did not pour out the pill, but took out an injection, rolled up Luisa's sleeve and injected her.

"Luisa is still too weak to take medicine." Mr. Lynn saw Duan Feizhuo's doubts, and took the initiative to explain to him, "When she can eat by herself, I can give her medicine."

The nurse pushed all the medicine into Luisa's arm, and then pushed the cart to the next patient.

Duan Feizhuo stared at the pinhole on Luisa's arm, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

— something is wrong.

The medicine that the nurse injected for Luisa clearly exuded the unique gleam of secret art items.

Could it be that the so-called "method to cure ether disease" by Beautiful Gaia is actually a kind of secret technique?

Inside the beautiful Gaia, is there a mystic hidden?

Not impossible. If conventional medical methods can cure ether disease, then ordinary hospitals can also do it, and patients don't have to come to the Beautiful Gaia Sanatorium.

And Beautiful Gaia keeps secrets about the treatment of ether disease, and never discloses it to outsiders, because she is afraid that the identity of the occultist will be exposed, which will attract night policemen?

If Beautiful Gaia simply used secret techniques to cure diseases and save lives, Duan Feizhuo would turn a blind eye. He is a mystic himself, and he has seen the secret technique of healing wounds. It would be a beautiful thing if mystical philosophy could be used to save the common people.

However, Luisa's arm, in addition to the pinhole, there are two small holes.

It wasn't a pinhole, it was more like a bite mark of... fangs.

It's like being bitten by someone...

What dubious cure is Beautiful Gaia practicing?

Duan Feizhuo stared at Luisa's arm. He could see the memories left on the items, and now he wanted to see if he could pass through Luisa's belongings and see what kind of treatment she had received.

Louisa had only been in the nursing home for a day, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Soon, a faint image appeared in front of Duan Feizhuo's eyes.

—Louisa was carried out of the ward by a group of people.

—Louisa is lying on the floor.

— A beautiful woman raised Louisa's arm and bit it.

Duan Feizhuo shuddered, and the image disappeared.

That beautiful woman is none other than Evangeline, the chairman of Beautiful Gaia!

Since there are undead, ghouls, and magic in this world, can there also be... vampires?

The room she was in was opaque, and her skin was so pale that it was bloodless, which perfectly fit the setting of a vampire!

Thinking of this level, Duan Feizhuo broke into a cold sweat on the spot.

Will the chairman use the sanatorium as a cover to secretly drink human blood?

Duan Feizhuo was really worried if he didn't get to the bottom of the intricate secrets behind it.

He was afraid that he would accidentally send the innocent Louisa into the fire pit.

"Mr. Lynn, Mrs. Lynn, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I will take my leave first."

Duan Feizhuo got up and said.

"Of course, you go and do your own thing." The Lynn couple tolerantly forgave him for leaving early.

Duan Feizhuo smiled at them, bowed and saluted, and then quickly left the ward.

There's only one way to figure out the secret behind beautiful Gaia, and that's—

"Why do you want to use the Phantom Leaf again?"

No. 49, Franchise Square, Duan Feizhuo's home.

He had just entered the secret trading house, and picked off another phantom leaf. Seeing him wasting precious goods like this, Shi Zhongjian yelled in distress.

"I didn't eat your rice again." Duan Feizhuo rolled his eyes at it.

It was dark, and Al was sent home. Duan Feizhuo waited patiently for the clock to reach twelve before going out with the Sword in the Stone on his back.

He called a night cab and drove straight to Whitechapel. As soon as he heard that he was going to the area with the worst law and order in all of London, the coachman immediately became unhappy. Duan Feizhuo stuffed him with an extra pound before he shut up and drove the car obediently.

When they arrived at the Whitechapel area, Duan Feizhuo got out of the carriage and walked to the nursing home.

The Whitechapel area at night is no less deserted than during the day. People who live under the night will wake up and start their day's life only after the sun goes down. Skimpy-clad professional women roam the streets, winking at every passing man. Tightly wrapped men linger in the shadows, waiting for buyers who know the goods to come forward to negotiate business.

Duan Feizhuo took the phantom leaf into his mouth. The smell of mothballs mixed with soap filled his mouth instantly. I always feel that the appearance frequency of phantom leaf is almost the same as that of invisibility cloak. However, if the little wizard with the scarred head had to eat a phantom leaf every time he went out at night, the number of times he violated the school rules might be greatly reduced.

Those women who were flirting with him immediately lost interest in him, and turned to attract other potential customers, just like Duan Feizhuo suddenly disappeared from their eyes.

With the protection of phantom leaves, Duan Feizhuo quietly walked towards the building that was incompatible with the slums.

The gate of the nursing home was locked, and the gatekeeper sat dozing off in the duty room. Duan Feizhuo looked up at the towering iron gate, and asked in a low voice, "Sword in the Stone, can you help me climb over?"

"It's a piece of cake. Give me your body." Shi Zhongjian was full of confidence.

Duan Feizhuo held the hilt of the sword and let the sword in the stone control his body.

He grabbed the iron door with one hand, leaped forward, easily jumped to the top of the door, and landed lightly.

The iron door made a "bang-dang" sound. The gatekeeper in the duty room moved and lazily opened his eyes. Duan Feizhuo hurriedly lowered his body and held his breath. Under the protection of the phantom leaf, as long as he doesn't make too exaggerated movements, others will not be able to find him.

The gatekeeper yawned and closed his eyes again.

Duan Feizhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and tiptoed towards the main building of the nursing home.

The sanatorium at night is as quiet as a tomb. Duan Feizhuo thought that there would be nurses watching the night, but there was no one in the corridor.

He groped into Louisa's hospital room, and at the same time bowed his head and asked the ladies for forgiveness. He came here to find out the secret behind the beautiful Gaia, but this behavior is a bit like a perverted stalker...

Luisa was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping very peacefully, breathing evenly, and she looked like a different person from the previous illness. The red lines on her arms seemed to have faded a bit, but the two teeth-like holes did not disappear.

Duan Feizhuo approached another hospital bed, on which lay a middle-aged female patient. The red streaks on her body were lighter than Louisa's, almost pink. But when Duan Feizhuo raised her wrist, he also found holes in the tooth marks.

Just as he was about to examine the third patient, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Duan Feizhuo hurriedly retreated to the corner of the ward and covered his mouth.

The footsteps were getting closer, and several people could be heard walking. Duan Feizhuo secretly prayed that they were going to another ward, but his prayer was in vain - his footsteps stopped at the door of this ward.

The door opened quietly without making a sound.

A beautiful woman walked in.

— Evangeline Black, the director of Beautiful Gaia.

Four men and women followed behind her. Preacher Annie Hall was among them.

Chairman Evangeline inspected the ward, her eyes swept over Duan Feizhuo, obviously she didn't notice him. This proves that the phantom leaf's protection is still effective.

Duan Feizhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, the chairman stared at Luisa.

"Take that girl away," she ordered, her tone cold and haughty.

Four of her men swarmed up and lifted Louisa to her feet.

A patient next to him heard the movement and opened his eyes slightly. Evangeline snapped her fingers at her, and she tipped her head and fell asleep.

Duan Feizhuo was so frightened that he almost forgot how to breathe.

Evangeline is indeed a mystic!

They carried Louisa out of the ward and up the stairs. Duan Feizhuo hastily followed. With the effectiveness of the Phantom Leaf, even if he followed behind, the group did not notice him at all.

They climbed to the top floor and entered the director's office.

This place was pitch-black during the day, and Duan Feizhuo thought that at night, he should be even more blind. But he was wrong. At the moment the office is brightly lit—but not by electric lamps or oil lamps, but by handfuls of blue will-o'-the-wisps suspended in the air.

The four men put Luisa on the floor, and then lifted the rug in front of the desk.

A huge magic circle was impressively drawn under the carpet.

They moved Luisa to the center of the circle, then dispersed in silence, each standing at a corner of the circle.

Director Evangeline strolled into the circle.

She knelt beside Luisa's head and put her hands on the girl's temples.

"Brothers and sisters, we gather here today to redeem this poor woman."

The four men chant "Save her, our master" in unison.

Evangeline added, "Save her from the dark, from the troubles. Let her be normal again, and come back to the world."

The four subordinates said in unison, "Save her, our master."

...Is this some sort of ritual? Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded.

Evangeline lifted Louisa's arm and ran her thumbs over the two teeth-mark holes.

"I have come to purify you, my child."

After speaking, she opened her mouth, revealing a pair of sharp fangs.

Just when she was about to bite Luisa's arm, a rusty sword suddenly pierced out of the void, with a strange stone stuck in the tip of the sword.

Duan Feizhuo brandished the sword in the stone and approached Evangeline.

Startled, Evangeline let go of Louisa's hand, then jumped into the air, as if she had no weight, and floated backwards.

His four subordinates were also taken aback. The expression of the preacher Annie Hall is the most wonderful.

"It's you!" She exclaimed, a little in disbelief that her savior would suddenly appear here and attack their chairman, "Who sent you here? What's your purpose?"

Duan Feizhuo held the sword in the stone in front of him. The four of them realized that the sword was nothing special, so they didn't dare to approach it for a while.

"I still have to ask you guys." Duan Feizhuo said coldly, "What is your purpose in sucking human blood under the guise of curing ether disease?"

A member of Beautiful Gaia shouted "Stop talking to him! Come on everyone!"

The four cheered up and rushed towards Duan Feizhuo at the same time.

But there was only a flash of sword light, and when the four of them reacted, they all fell to the ground.

Duan Feizhuo didn't even look at them, but turned to the other side.

At the end of the office, Evangeline's feet were lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air, like a giant bat.

She is not so beautiful now. Fangs protruded from her lips, marring her beauty. The once fair skin turned blue, and the slender fingers turned into sharp claws. This woman who was once ranked as the second most beautiful woman in the world in Duan Feizhuo's heart has now turned into a monster with a green face and fangs.

"Who the **** are you?" Evangeline snapped. "Nightman?"

Duan Feizhuo didn't answer. There is really no way to answer this question. He is indeed a member of the night police, but he did not come here today as a night police.

"I'm just an ordinary mystic." He raised his head and replied, "Miss Louisa is my friend, and I will never allow you to hurt her!"

He raised the sword in the stone, ready to block Evangeline's attack at any time.

"You... aren't night police?" Evangeline hesitated.

"Can't you understand human speech?" Duan Feizhuo was a little impatient.

Evangeline landed slowly, like a light feather.

Her four subordinates groaned and got up, trying to sneak up on Duan Feizhuo from behind. But the sword in the stone had already sensed their attempt, Duan Feizhuo tensed his muscles under its control, once they launched an attack, he could immediately counterattack.

Evangeline raised a hand to her men.

"Stop it," she said.

The expressions of the four men were horrified. "Chairman, he attacked us!"

Duan Feizhuo was also very puzzled. Could it be that this woman... no, female monster, wants to fight him one-on-one?

"Since you are also a mystic, then this is a misunderstanding."

Saying that, Evangeline's appearance changed. Her skin gradually returned to white, and her fangs retracted into her lips. The terrifying sharp claws slowly disappeared, returning to a pair of slender hands. She turned back into a beautiful woman again.

Duan Feizhuo was at a loss. What is this for? reconciliation? Or is she trying to use a beauty trick? Let me tell you first, the beauty trick doesn't work for him. He has seen the most beautiful beauties in the world, and he can no longer tolerate others.

"You...don't want to **** Miss Louisa's blood?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"I do want to drink blood," Evangeline said quietly, "but I want to save her."

"I've only heard of bloodletting, not blood-sucking."

In case of indecision, bloodletting is a classic treatment method in the Western Middle Ages. All diseases can be bloodletting. Some doctors use leeches to **** blood, but this is the first time Duan Feizhuo has heard of doctors doing it himself.

Luisa, who was lying on the ground, suddenly groaned in pain. She closed her eyes tightly, frowned slightly, her expression was very painful, as if she had some nightmare.

"Can I heal her?" Evangeline asked.

Let this woman **** Louisa's blood? !

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to answer "no", but Luisa's painful appearance made him feel soft. After Evangeline's "treatment", her illness has indeed improved a lot. This proves that blood-sucking therapy is effective.

Pointing at Evangeline with the sword in the stone, he said cautiously, "If you dare to harm her, I will cut off your head immediately."

"If I wanted to harm her, she would be lying in the grave by now." Evangeline showed an illusory smile.

She walked up to Louisa, lifted her skirts and knelt down. Luisa twitched, her lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a sleepy voice, "He fell from the sky..."

Evangeline interrupted her "Stop talking, boy, He has nothing to do with you."

She raised Louisa's arm, stretched out her fangs, and took a bite.

Blood gushed out like a spring. Evangeline rolled her throat and swallowed all the blood.

Duan Feizhuo felt a burst of physical discomfort. But having said that, he also ate bibimbap with ashes, so he doesn't seem to have the right to say anything about others.

As the blood was swallowed by Evangeline, Louisa's expression calmed down. She stopped talking in her sleep, her brows were no longer furrowed, and she returned to her peaceful sleeping face.

Evangeline looked up, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

"Now do you believe it?" she said, "I really only want to cure the young lady. Ether disease can only be cured in this way."

"Through...sucking blood?" Duan Feizhuo couldn't believe it.

Evangeline nodded. "The cause of ether disease is actually that a substance in ether crystals has entered the human body and polluted the human blood. This substance is ineffective for me. Therefore, I will regularly **** the blood of patients to dilute the harmful substances in their bodies. Substance. When that substance is completely removed, they recover naturally."

"Like hemodialysis?" Duan Feizhuo said subconsciously.

Evangeline looked at him confused, not understanding what hemodialysis meant. The dialysis machine hadn't been invented in this day and age, so of course she didn't understand the concept.

"What I mean is," Duan Feizhuo tried to smooth things over, "Why is that substance ineffective for you? And don't experts all say that ether crystals are crystals of pure energy? How could it contain harmful substances?"

"That's a long story..." Evangeline winked at the four subordinates, "You guys take this lady back first."

The four of them looked at me and I looked at you, none of them wanted to move, as if they were afraid that as soon as they left, Duan Feizhuo would immediately harm their dear chairman.

"Why are you still in a daze?!" Evangeline raised her voice harshly.

The four men reluctantly lifted Luisa and left the office.

Duan Feizhuo really wanted to catch up and confirm with his own eyes that they sent Luisa back to the ward, but he was also afraid that if he left, Evangeline would disappear immediately, and she would never be found again.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to stay. As the saying goes, capture the thief first and capture the king, as long as he controls the chairman of Beautiful Gaia, other people who want to come to Beautiful Gaia will not dare to act rashly.

"You haven't answered the question just now." He pointed the sword in the stone at Evangeline, still not daring to relax his vigilance.

Evangeline gestured toward the rug. As if it had gained life, it automatically rolled back to its original position, covering the magic circle on the floor.

"Since you are also a mystic, you must know the stories of the pioneers, right?" She walked to the window and opened the curtains.

The moonlight sprinkled on her body, but it did not bring light to her, but made her figure even darker. There seemed to be some invisible aura surrounding her, which would automatically absorb the surrounding light.

Duan Feizhuo scratched his head thinking about the poor knowledge of mysterious philosophy he had learned.

"The forerunner is the most powerful mystic, the person who is closest to the mystery." He said, "There are only eight mystics who are qualified to be called the forerunner, and four of them are known to be dead, and two continue to climb. Only two survived."

At Scotland Yard, Xenophon had asked him the same question.

"That's right. It seems that you are indeed a senior scholar, not some bluffing person." Evangeline smiled, "The power of the forerunners is so powerful that they can be called gods. In certain eras in history, He They are indeed known as gods. For example, the third forerunner, 'The Protector of the Crossroads', was once called 'Hecate, Goddess of Death', and was worshiped and revered by countless people."

"What does this have to do with your blood sucking? You seem to be far away." Duan Feizhuo stared at her indifferently.

Evangeline twisted a lock of her hair, lost in thought.

"In ancient times, our family was the apostle of a certain forerunner. We served him and worshiped him as a god. He is the second forerunner, and the most known name is 'Lord of Light'."

It was the first time Duan Feizhuo had heard of this name. Whether it was the notes left by Uncle Joseph, the textbooks given to him by the Night Watchman, or the textbooks bought from Yeats, they did not fully record the names of the eight pioneers. The pioneers he knows are only two surviving people—Hermes, the ancestor of alchemy, and Hecate, the goddess of the crossroads.

As for the remaining six people, especially the four forerunners who died, they seem to have completely disappeared from the historical records. I don't know if the current mystics have forgotten their stories, or for some reason they dare not write down their names.

"You haven't heard the name of the Lord of Light, have you?" Evangeline smiled sadly.

"It's because I'm ignorant." Duan Feizhuo muttered.

"No. Today's mystics have almost forgotten him. People dare not mention him, and they are unwilling to mention him. Gradually, his name has disappeared from people's memory—only our family still remembers it."

"Because you are the apostles of the Lord of Light?"

Evangeline's smile grew even sadder. "My ancestors served the Lord of Light and believed that he was the most powerful and outstanding of all the forerunners. Just like his name, he was as radiant as the sun, extremely noble and righteous. But also