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The red side escaped and the black side held on to the fortress. From the understanding of Shuo Yue and Artoria, no one would disturb their 'surgery' tonight.

"let's start."

Taking a deep breath, Shuo Yue no longer hesitated, the Demon Eye of Death lit up, and the light of the third method lit up on his fingertips, slowly blending into little Jack's chest.

The moment the third method touched the spirit child, the young girl on the bed stopped struggling. She stiffly stopped moving like a toy doll. Her empty eyes were as beautiful as silver-gray crystal.

"Little Jack, this is..."

"Stand behind me, Lingxia." Altria's hair stood on end. The sense of crisis prompted her to stand in front of Lingxia, looking at the figure on the bed vigilantly.

Jack the Ripper, who was summoned to the world, was actually a collection of vengeful spirits. In other words, it was just a collection of fetuses abandoned in Whitechapel, temporarily appearing in the form of a girl.

Now, Shuo Yue's magic has freed her from the shackles of "Jack the Ripper".

The toy doll on the bed opened its mouth and spewed out a black object like a turbid stream. It was the condensation of countless resentful spirits. The moment it touched the air, it turned into a thick mist. It instantly rushed towards the survivors nearby, trying to sweep them away. into it.

But before that, a hand with clear joints held the formless mist of resentment.

Hiss - It was like stretching into high-concentration aqua regia. Arturia and Sixth Director Lingxia clearly saw that Shuo Yue's palm was festering. Even if the white-gold light passed through it, it could only slow down the erosion. .

"How could..." Artoria's expression suddenly changed, and the sixth director Lingxia also exclaimed.

"Mr. Shuo Yue, you never told us that this would happen!"

If they knew that doing so would cause harm to Shuo Yue, they would not agree to his actions anyway!

Facing the worries of the two girls, Shuo Yue had no unnecessary expression on his face, as if the pain was some kind of comfort to him.

After the smoke was exhausted, Little Jack's body, which had lost the support of resentment, began to dissipate. At this moment, Shuo Yue raised his eyes.

"Now, my king."

Looking at Shuoyue's determined eyes, Altria stopped hesitating and released her true name without hesitation.

"Go, Avalon!"

The independent Utopia turned into a stream of light and merged into Little Jack's body. His body that was on the verge of collapse suddenly stabilized. Shuo Yue was able to withdraw her hands and began to deal with the black mist spewed by Little Jack with all her heart.

"Order it with the command curse and gather together!"

Without Shuo Yue's need to say anything, Lingxia understood and activated the command spell. In an instant, the mist-like resentment was forced to condense and turned back into a solid form. Seeing this, Shuo Yue also breathed a sigh of relief.

The plan so far has been going well. As long as the resentment is purified, little Jack can be reborn.

But as if God was also against Shuo Yue, two girls who were familiar and should not have appeared at this moment broke into the door with anxious faces!

"Are you okay, Sakutsu?!"

"What's wrong with you two!" Shuo Yue was shocked. Just as he was in a daze, the holy girl ran straight towards him, and Ta Miao also bent his bow and arrow, and directly aimed at the red side's servant and master - Artori. Yahe Sixth Director Lingxia launched an attack!

From the perspective of the two girls, Shuo Yue was not only 'imprisoned', but her arms were even corroded by resentment. There was also a King Arthur watching eagerly around her - it was time to stage a drama in which a beauty saves a hero!

But the two of them didn't realize that at the moment they started to act, a fan-shaped picture clearly appeared in Shuoyue's eyes, which contained three parts of emotion, three parts of grievance, and four parts of disbelief...

Is it you?

It's you?

Why, in my heart, I am not surprised! !

"Mom, be careful!"

The person who made the sound was none other than little Jack, who was lying on the bed and receiving the protection of Avalon. Under her violent mood swings, Shuo Yue's arm was in severe pain, and the collection of resentment that had barely solidified exploded again and turned into a huge open... The monster with the mouth swallowed everyone together!

"Human ability has its limits, so I won't be a human anymore, hahahahahaha..."

In the unscrupulous laughter that rose deep in their souls, everyone in the room disappeared into Sighisoara.

Chapter 507 Detective Victoria appears for a limited time

It was a city that felt particularly cold and shrouded in thick smog. There was a strong stench coming from all around.

It was the smell of meat, organs, and vomit...

This wasn't Tolifas—the buildings were constructed differently, and there were people walking on the road. Although the smog had a pungent smell, it wasn't painful.

I walked forward, but there was no solid feeling of my feet stepping on the ground. It was as dangerous and unsteady as stepping on a nylon plastic bag.

It's a hallucination, and it's at the center of a nightmare.

After realizing this, the young man got rid of the whispers in his ears, and his bizarre vision stabilized. He felt a sharp pain in his arm, with the smell of burning and rotting flesh.

As the center of the outbreak of resentment, Shuoyue was affected the most deeply and seriously, but with the help of the third method, he was also the fastest to wake up.

A biting cold wind blew past him, and the crumpled newspaper flew up lightly, and was caught by Shuo Yue.

The nightmare never ends)

Jack the Ripper

The newspapers described the horror in bold, large black letters, and the pungent smell of ink hit my ears and noses.

Jack the Ripper, a terrifying legend from Whitechapel, London, appeared briefly in the 19th century, and then floated in popular culture like a ghost for a long time.

Rolling the newspaper into a stick, Shuoyue tapped his palm lightly, squinted his eyes and looked around——

Young children gathered together, their ragged clothes unable to cover the wounds on their bodies; bloated drunkards crouched on electric poles, casting cunning eyes at young people like money wolves; heavily made-up women stood at the door, seducing the low-class customers with their empty smiles...

In the distance, chimneys tower into the sky, spewing out the poison of the Industrial Revolution. Mist hangs on the streets, nurturing unknown shadows and sins.

"Oh, this is such a real world, my friend."

The young man's sneer seemed to have magical power, driving away the eyes that were secretly spying on him. Then, a dim magic light came on, and when the people around looked in this direction in surprise, they saw a brand new British gentleman walking out.

Dark suit, white shirt, narrow bow tie, Erster coat, black leather gloves, and the iconic top hat and civilized stick.

If he had another pipe in his mouth and the sharp eyes of the young man, the great detective would have transcended thousands of years and stood on the streets of the Victorian era in England again, perfectly blending into the dark city.

Having satisfied his little desire, Shuoyue nodded to the people around him, then started searching gracefully, slowly but actually quickly.

Different from the original work, this time little Jack is forced to get involved, and there is still hope of rescue.

"Artoria may not be present. Avalon will not be able to hold on for long without the support of his magic power. If little Jack is eroded by resentment again and gets lost in the illusion, he will never be able to be saved."

The dim yellow streetlights swayed, and the gentleman was walking on the thick foggy streets. He heard the cries of children, the beatings and scoldings of drunkards, and some unclear and ambiguous sounds around him, but he was all left behind, but suddenly , his steps paused.

A girl in ragged clothes with scars and blood on her legs stood at the intersection of the street, facing the elegant gentleman and extending her hand to him.

"Please don't leave me..."

The young child's plea was too much to refuse, so the gentleman walked up to the girl, squatted down, and took her hand.

Is it because you have permission? The girl stretched out her other cold arm and wrapped it around the gentleman's neck like a snake.

"Please warm me..."

"Why? Why does everyone bully me?"

"so cold……"

"I obviously want to be saved, but why is no one willing to save me?"

"I really want to be together..."

"I want to go back to my mother's belly."

Those illusory murmurs and crazy obsession once again enveloped the gentleman. Under the mental pollution that could make ordinary people crazy, Shuo Yue's mouth curved slightly.

"Scoff, laugh, laugh."

"This is the lowest level of the world, the end of Naraku. Whitechapel, the foggy capital of London, the great human waste dump. Once you fall into it, you will never be able to climb out of the spider's nest."

This voice did not come from a little innocent soul, but from the mouth of the handsome gentleman captured by the girl.

There was no hatred or resistance in the voice, and the joy and ridicule hidden in the tone made the girl as a resentful spirit widen her eyes in disbelief. At this moment, Shuo Yue raised her head, her rainbow blue eyes Hitomi stood upright to face the girl.

"So this is hell, the capital of evil inhabited by inhuman beasts."

"You know, I don't like it here, but I also enjoy this place."

The girl tried to pull her hand away in fear, but Shuoyue grabbed it with his backhand and pressed the stick in his left hand against the neck of the evil spirit to prevent her from escaping. His words were filled with the unique sense of humor of a British gentleman.

"In a city full of malice, I don't have to be bound by people or things. For me, this sense of freedom is the greatest reward."

"In return, child, accept my prayer. Even though I look like this, I actually have a household registration in the Holy Church."

Ahhhh—the girl's ghost let out a shrill howl, and the street lights began to flicker at a high frequency. Every time they went out and lit up again, new resentment possessed the child, casting empty glances at the gentleman.

"Are you here?" Shuo Yue looked around, looking ghostly, so he laughed from the bottom of his heart, but that smile frightened all the resentful spirits.

"Then let's get started."

The girl in her arms still wanted to struggle, but this time, a hand held her head.

"Declaration——"

The moment these words were spoken, the light of purification lit up the fog in London. The resentful spirits screamed in despair, only to find themselves locked by rainbow-blue eyes.

"[As I destroy, I also create life. As I harm, I also help.]"

Wails sounded, and the hands and feet began to struggle.

However, the gentleman's hand tightly grasped the resentful spirit's face as if it had the strength of ten thousand people.

"[Those who can't be overcome are in the palm of my hand; those who can't escape are in my eyes, which will destroy them.]"

The merciful Lord cast a distant glance towards hell, and amid the prayers of believers, the collapse began.

Innocent people, innocent children, pure crystalline beings.

The field of vision was distorted and the scene changed in an instant. Director Liu Lingxia found that she had lost contact with little Jack, so the mother lost her composure and shouted her daughter's name on the unfamiliar street.

"Jack—little Jack—"

Like a fool running towards a curse, Lingxia naturally attracted the attention of the world.

So, the sixth director Lingxia saw it with her own eyes.

She saw a scene in which a young girl was raped by a thick, hairy man in order to get the day's food. She also saw a scene in which a boy beat the girl to the ground with a stick in order to take away her bread. She even saw the boy being viciously raped. The adults took away the bread they had been trying so hard to grab, and finally the bread fell into the hands of someone inexplicable.

A street came to an end, and as a car ran over it, a piece of bread flew high into the air and landed at Lingxia's feet with a plop. As she bent over to pick up the bread, the magic circuit belonging to the Osare family sounded an alarm.

"Stay with us."

There was a child behind him hugging Lingxia, as if he was facing his mother's attachment.

This is a wraith.

It was the crisis that Mr. Shuo Yue emphasized to her countless times.

He is hopelessly dead.

They must be cleared.

Sixth Director Lingxia knew this very well. She spoke softly:

"sure."

This was an absolutely wrong decision, but there was no wavering on the woman's face. The moment she got permission, there was a light movement behind her, and the resentful spirit turned into a dark substance and penetrated into Lingxia's body, and was absorbed by the black magician's circuit.

The card screamed and cracked. Even a family famous for black magic could not let the untreated resentful spirit merge with the most important circuit.

But as a mother, Lingxia can't give up any part of 'Little Jack'. Her love will accept all the good and bad qualities of that girl.

To Lingxia, Jack is equivalent to her daughter. Therefore, as long as it is for the sake of her children, the mother is willing to become the evil ghost Yaksha.

Resentment collided with the spirit of ordinary people. Blood flowed from the corners of Lingxia's eyes, but she did not stop. Looking around, the children seemed to be attracted to her. Facing them, the woman smiled and opened her arms:

"Come, my children."

Is the world crazy, or is she crazy?

One after another black shadows crashed into her body, and the cracks in the card became deeper and deeper, but Lingxia was unaware of it. Even though blood flowed from her seven orifices, she still stumbled forward.

"Where are you, little Jack..."

Chapter 508: Holy King, Holy Girl, Huntress

“Is this… England?

Joan of Arc was also involved in the nightmares of the girls. Now, she was walking on a street that was filled with the stench of biological decay.

This is the city where Jack the Ripper was born. The icy haze that almost froze people, the gloomy night - the revelation gave the answer not long ago.