Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 150 The Grazing Object Has Been Found
"Boom boom boom!"

A sudden, loud knocking sounded, echoing loudly in the quiet night.

Who?
In the middle of the night, is it the enemy?

Lu Ze's eyes narrowed, and he stood up from the sofa. He saw his sister also come out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in a reverse grip, subtly pressed against the inside of her wrist, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

"what happens?"

The landlady, Emily, peeked out from the bedroom and asked with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Don't come out."

Lu Ze said briefly and strode to the porch.

The "Shepherd's Potion" inside his body had no effect; the person behind the door was either an ordinary person or a powerful extraordinary individual skilled in concealment.
With that thought in mind, he walked to the door.

"Who?"

Lu Ze asked, while simultaneously releasing the restriction on his ears and listening intently to the sounds behind the door. He immediately noticed seven or eight breathing sounds from the other side, some of which sounded very heavy, as if they had just finished strenuous exercise, while the others were somewhat rapid and disordered, seemingly very weak.

He doesn't seem to be a dangerous or powerful individual.

Lu Ze had some guesses.

“Mr. Anderson, it’s me.”

Sure enough, a slightly familiar voice came from behind the door; it was none other than Charles, the gang leader I had met a few days ago.

As the door opened, his scarred face came into view. At the same time, several people behind him also came into Lu Ze's sight. These people all bore wounds, some more, some more, and were covered in blood; the most pitiful were the ones being carried on their backs, their consciousness blurred.

Blood dripped from their bodies, quickly pooling on the ground.

"As agreed before, I've come to ask for your help."

Charles said.

"Come in first."

Without a word, Lu Ze made way for them, and they rushed into the apartment, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

Emily stared at the bloodied and mangled bodies, covering her mouth in horror. Luze and her sister gestured for her to take the girl away so she wouldn't be frightened.

Which one is the most serious?

he asks.

"It's Tom! My best brother!"

A burly man exclaimed excitedly, his torn shirt revealing a thick layer of hair, "Save him! He's dying!"

Following his gaze, Lu Ze saw that the guy called Tom was a small man with a piece of cardboard stuck in his chest, blood flowing from the wound and from his mouth.

"Gurgle, gurgle"

Blood was bubbling from his mouth, indicating a possible lung injury.

Such internal organ damage would be extremely difficult to treat even in the best hospitals in Backlund; any later and this guy might have died of suffocation.

Tom's face was slowly turning ashen.

"Brother, hang in there!"

"The burly man shouted."

"Alright, get out of the way."

Lu Ze pushed the burly man aside, stepped forward to examine him, and confirmed that the man only had this one wound. He pressed the wound and slowly pulled out the slip of paper, activating the Rose Bishop's flesh magic ability.

"Cough cough."

The pain from pulling the paper jolted the little guy, and he struggled to cough.

"Someone came and held him down."

Lu Ze said that after the others held his hands and feet down, he continued to pull out the slips of paper while simultaneously using flesh magic to heal his injured lungs.

After a commotion, little Tom's wound healed. He coughed up some blood, his breathing became easier, and he even managed to sit up on his own.

"I'm healed?" He looked down at his chest and said in disbelief.

"You're alright, brother!"

The big guy said excitedly, and the others looked happy too.

Lu Ze ignored the group and instead looked down at the note.

This is an Intis-style poem sheet, on which is written a classic love poem "created" by Emperor Russell in beautiful cursive script:

If you were a tear in my eye

In order not to lose you

I will never cry.

No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary piece of paper.

But why did this piece of paper become so sharp that it could even pierce a person's body?

It could only be someone extraordinary.

Luze glanced up at Charles, noticing that he didn't seem relieved at the rescue of his men. On the contrary, his brow was tightly furrowed, as if he were worried about something.

The injuries to the others weren't as serious, but upon closer inspection, they were still strange. Besides the cuts made by similar strips of paper, there were also wounds that looked like bullet holes. But strangely, although the wounds didn't penetrate, the bullets disappeared after causing the injuries, as if they had been hit by bullets made of air.

Lu Ze treated each of their injuries individually. Looking at their undamaged skin, the thugs were shocked and frightened, their eyes now filled with awe as they looked at Lu Ze.

This ability, which was beyond their comprehension, completely overturned their understanding.

After treating his injury, Lu Ze didn't rest. He cut his finger, dripped a drop of his own blood onto the bloodstain on the ground. The blood quickly began to move on its own, gathering into a liquid ball, which Lu Ze picked up and threw into the sink.

This peculiar ability to control blood made them even more afraid.

Charles observed Luze's behavior, seemingly lost in thought.

"If you've healed them, it'll be £10 for one critically injured person, £5 for two seriously injured people, and £5 for four slightly injured people. That'll come to a total of £20. Is that too much to ask?"

After throwing the things away, Lu Ze walked up to Charles and spread out his palms.

"Of course not, I would say thank you very much."

Charles quickly regained his composure, smiled at Luze, and spoke in a tone so polite it didn't sound like that of a gangster. He took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out two bills from a wad of cash, and handed them to Luze.

Are gangsters that rich that they're all carrying £10 notes?
Lu Ze glanced at his wallet, took the banknotes, and was about to stuff them into his pocket when he realized that the straitjacket had no pockets, so he had to leave them on the table.

"Speaking of which, what happened?"

He casually picked up the note on the table and asked Charles, "Have you messed with some dangerous person?"

It seems that Charles's Lehman gang has been attacked by extraordinary individuals.

"Some unexpected things happened."

Charles said briefly, a wry smile on his face.

He looked at Lu Ze, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Anderson, would you be interested in helping us?"

"I'm already helping you."

Lu Ze pretended to be stupid.

He had already guessed what the other party was going to say; they probably wanted him to take action and fight against the extraordinary beings who were attacking them.

"It's not just about this aspect."

Charles said, "I mean, you also possess extraordinary abilities. I wonder if your abilities are enough to contend with that enemy? If you can help us, we are willing to pay a substantial reward!"

"Tell me the specifics first, and then I'll consider it."

Lu Ze looked at him, somewhat tempted, but did not immediately agree.

The extraordinary being who inflicted damage on these guys seems to be a skilled fighter, a good prospect for grazing. If I can catch him, maybe my first lamb will be ready.

(End of this chapter)