Dimensional Eroders

"This is Ghoul Street, London's oldest, lowest-level and most run-down slum, where the cursed people live, decent people will never step into it! No one is innocent, any infectious disease Out here, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, thugs... are all people who deserve their sins, and sin is flowing in their blood!"

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

　　 However, although Ghoul Street is as notorious as the "Turndown Alley" in HP, it is like the chamber pot of a big man's house and has its unique value. Here, a one-stop service of collecting and selling stolen goods, gambling, illicit goods, and buying crimes has resulted in an alternative ecosystem that is parasitic on the behemoth London.

　　 When I first heard the name, Bai Lang's heart moved, and there was a faint wave. I always felt as if I had heard of it somewhere? But he was eager to complete the task, and wanted to draw out the so-called ‘evil force’ from the slum, so he quickly walked in.

　　...

　　 Bailang two people, one is brightly dressed, the other is neat and clean, incompatible with the environment of the slum. Therefore, as soon as he entered, he provoked a group of thugs with hippie smiles.

　　 I don’t know if it is because of the world background?

　　 The gangsters surrounding him have an unspeakable end-century quality. Obviously they were in the Victorian era, but their dress was tattered and avant-garde, with steel nails on the corners of their mouths, nostrils, and ears, copper rings on their faces, oil paint on their faces, long guns and short knives in their hands, and non-mainstream killer hairstyles. The two white waves surrounded them.

One of them led him and laughed at his companions: "Look at that, the guy with the thin skin and tender meat took the initiative to deliver it. I'm going to cut them into pieces, and try my newly bought knife. Is it sharp enough? Lick! "

　　 "Boss, you must surpass that **** Robert and become the new overlord of Ghoul Street!" Another mob flattered.

　　 "Couldn't you chop too much, I like that guy's clothes!" One of the gangsters pointed at the white cap with a stick, and didn't care about the mood of the person involved, as if discussing how to cook two pieces of fat?

　　 At this time, the little police officer beside Bailang looked extremely nervous with sweat oozing from his forehead in the cold weather. This scene made the mobs even more arrogant.

　　 "No, I hate his hat! Go to hell, the poor worm from outside!" As he said, the leader, indiscriminately, rushed towards the white waves with his short knife.

　　...

　　 From the time he entered Ghoul Street, Bailang felt that the IQ of this group had plummeted. Swing a knife regardless of the reason, like a close relative of mental retardation. Don't think about it, what if I'm here to hire your financial father?

　　 "Mr. Altland, run away!"

　　 The little police officer just spoke, and the noisy atmosphere on the scene suddenly stopped. At this moment, Bai Lang stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the opponent's sharp blade. Before he could exert any force, 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 twisted the handle of the knife with all his might, trying to cut through the palm of Bailang's hand, and drew out the short knife.

　　 However, the blade was firmly held by the white waves, not moving. The strength of the 6 attributes is half of the limit of ordinary people, and the strengthening of the body by ‘horizontal refining’ not only brings physical enhancement, but his palm is tougher as leather. At this moment, holding the knife with bare hands, the opponent can't even pull it out.

　　 "Is your power so weak? This level can be regarded as a magic cave in London?" The white waves are a little confused, and the fighting power of Ghoul Street is so low!

　　 "Are you...Are you an idiot? You are empty-handed...Ah! What's going on!" The **** was surprised at the lead, and then screamed.

　　 found that there was a bone-bearing wound on his palm for some reason? The cut was very neat, blood gushing out from the wound instantly, painful, he backed back again and again, and looked at Bailang in panic, "What demon technique is this?"

　　The IBM particles scattered from the palms, Bai Lang is satisfied with the ‘thorns’.

　　 When this ability reflects physical damage, the closer the contact, the stronger the effect. After he took the knife with his empty hand, he continued to increase his grip and destroyed himself. Although he didn't cut the palm of his hand, he suffered severe pain again and again.

　　 However, the sand sculpture on the opposite side was ignorant and fearless. He actually clenched the handle of the knife, and was directly entangled by the white waves' IBM particles along the blade, establishing a stable anti-injury channel, allowing him to be cut in an instant.

　　 "Go together, kill them!"

　　 The boss gave an order, and the surrounding thugs rushed forward regardless of morality. The policeman gritted his teeth and sprinted, knocked one of them over, and fought with the other. The rest were chasing at the white waves, waving their weapons arrogantly to the point.

　　 "Stupid!"

　　 Bai Lang also wanted to try the beauty of this group of people, so he turned on the ‘thorns’ and greeted him directly without dodge.

　　 But soon he closed the "thorns", it is too poor and weak! He feels sad when he is weak! Only relying on the passive reinforcement brought about by the ‘Heng Lian’, they undertook their attack in an understatement. Many of them stabbed back with daggers and pierced their faces, but they were all blocked by him.

I saw that Bailang Kongwu was powerful, with a punch and a kick, a strong wind, his moves were sharp, swift and fierce, he hit his face and spit out blood, blasted his chest and ribs and broke into a coma, kicked his body, and flew out directly. The ground hoist was motionless.

　　With breathing effort, this group of thugs fell to the ground and mourned: "Bah! No one can fight!"

　　 "Don't, don't come here!"

　　 was lying on the ground in a panic at the last one, constantly rubbing the ground with his elbows. As he moved backwards, more Ghoul Street thugs surrounded them with sickles and sticks, looking maliciously at the white waves.

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

"You go first, I'll break it for you." Although he said so, he put his hand in his pocket and moved in his heart. He took out the "Assassination of Flame" from the emptiness of the storehouse, and raised his hand to fire six shots at the crowd. . The expression on his face is still unfinished.

　　 bang bang bang...!

　　 The arrogant trash fish instantly became a bird of fright. Compared with punches and kicks, the burst of bullets was more terrifying.

　　 Although Bai Lang kept his hands, he only punched his legs without hurting his life. But the penetrating power of modern firearms is not as harmonious as in the movies. The legs of a mere man... the samurai sword can easily cut four carcasses, and his bullets kill two birds with one stone, and even penetrate more.

　　 The penetrating injury to the leg is more terrifying than a severe beating. No one is dead, but everyone is struggling and screaming. The blood on the floor is the most tortured nerve. This group of thugs was shocked in an instant. They were just joining in the fun, so they confronted Bailang nervously, as if retreating at any time.

　　 But if you lose, you don’t lose. One of the older men gritted their teeth and asked: "Outsiders, what is your purpose in coming to Ghoul Street?"

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

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

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

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

　　 The other party didn't have the courage, didn't say a word of cruelty, and shouted: "Little John, get out of here and lead this gentleman!"

Bailang activated'Thorns' into standby mode, seemingly relaxed but secretly guarding against a surprise attack that might be launched from behind at any time, and then called the'Little John' and threw a shilling to the opponent, forcing him to lead the way in front of him, and went deep into the food. The interior of Ghoul Street.

　　 The little police officer hesitated for a moment, watching the white waves drifting away from the back, and finally gritted his teeth and turned his head to exit.

　　 The remaining gangsters also lifted up a dozen wounded. Although they hated in their hearts, they didn't dare to show it. When the white waves beat them, they didn't keep their hands, and the shot was even worse. In this era without antibiotics, once infection is equal to soaring.

　　……

　　 took Bailang's money, little John was trembling from the beginning to gradually relax later, when Bailang asked, he could still stammer in reply.

　　 However, walking around the entire ‘Ghoul Street’, there was no abnormality in it. Through forced questioning, apart from a few murderers, no supernatural ‘spiritual incident’ occurred in this slum, which made him very puzzled.

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

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

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

　　 then decisively turned around and walked towards the source of the smell.

　　 Little John saw his behavior, his face changed abruptly, and he discouraged him: "Sir, wait, don't go there! It's dangerous."

　　 "Why?" Bailang asked curiously~www.NovelMTL.com~There...there is a witchcraft Oriental weirdo who lives with the snake toad all day long. Many gangsters who threatened to blackmail him all died inexplicably, so it's better not to go there. The other party understands the Oriental curse. "

　　 "I'm more curious if you said that." Bailang ignored the persuasion and walked towards the end of the dead end. In a dark corner, he found an inconspicuous shop with a few traditional small characters on the sign.

　　 Chinese?

　　 With curiosity, Bai Lang opened the door and entered. The owner of the shop also sensed the noise and looked up at the same time.

　　 This is a disgusting ugly face. If Bailang scores it, the charm may only be 1, and it will be the limit if it is given to 2! At the same time, the opponent is unusually short, like a dwarf.

　　 Seeing Bai Lang enter the door, and after another dressing up, the little weirdo immediately flattered him. The accented English was very strange, and the other party's curious facial features were very helpful to the Easterners.

　　 "What's your name? A native of Qing Dynasty?"

　　 "Yes, it's okay for the adults to call the younger "Wen Qing"!" The boss named Wen Qing was very low profile.

At this moment, Bai Lang slammed a joke, the owner of a dwarf drugstore named Wen Qing, Ghoul Street... He suddenly woke up and asked: "The boss of your street, is he a man named'Spitvar" The root' guy?"

　　 Little John nodded repeatedly: "Yes, SPW is our boss!"

　　 The gangster superstar who dominates Ghoul Street "Yangko star, the **** of commentary-Spitwagen"...

　　 "Go to Nima's FGO! My little Jack!" Lang brother painfully covered his face, and a heart suddenly broke.

　　?_To_Be_Continued