American Zombie Detective

Chapter 193 The Fountain of Youth

Just as the thick, impenetrable white mist swept through the entire hall, about to engulf everything, a sudden change occurred!

A bluish-white figure darted out from the corner of the hall at incredible speed, rushing past! The target was clear and precise – the two mutated deacons.

A flash of cold light!

The longsword, like a venomous snake, like a startled swan, accurately swept across the neck of a deacon, and the head, atop flesh and tree, instantly flew off!

It was Marcus! He was hiding in the ceiling of the first-floor lobby and launched a surprise attack amidst the chaos.

He didn't stop moving. Heads flew up, sword light flashed again, and after a few swishes, the heads were shredded, and the headless flesh and trees were also cut into pieces!

Before his body could collapse, he had already rushed to another spot and stomped down hard!

puff!

The head, cut off by the Hanged Man and still writhing on the ground, was crushed like a piece of cheese.

In the blink of an eye, he swiftly and completely destroyed the two powerful butlers!

At that moment, the demon werewolf roared and pounced.

Marcus let out a sharp screech, his massive wings flapping wildly, drawing a huge arc in the air as he narrowly avoided the wolf's claws. He dodged the werewolf's sharp claws and lunged at Death, who was desperately fleeing towards the Fool.

Death saw only a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force seized him. Immediately afterward, intense pain shot through his arms, accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

"ah-!!!"

Death let out a bloodcurdling scream as Marcus twisted his arms off. Death felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and instantly fainted.

Marcus hovered in mid-air, carrying the instantly crippled, bloodied figure, while thick fog rapidly rose and spread below.

It was clear that two more huge granulation tissues had grown on his neck, which were turning into abscesses and swelling uncontrollably.

Perhaps due to differences in physical condition, the abscess malfunctioned much slower than the hanging man had just experienced.

Marcus showed no hesitation. With his free hand, he grabbed the largest pustule on his body, roared, and tore it off along with a large piece of flesh, casually throwing it into the thick fog below!

A large hole was instantly torn open in his neck, and blood gushed out, but he seemed to feel nothing at all.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to tear off and discard the swollen, festering pustules from his body, skin and flesh intact.

Marcus's body was instantly riddled with holes.

His body was riddled with holes and bruises, covered in blood, as if he had been hit by countless bullets. There were gaping wounds everywhere, and his esophagus and trachea were even visible on his neck.

But it seems to feel no pain at all, or rather, the damage caused by this pain is far less than that caused by a mature abscess bursting.

After tearing off the last granulation tissue, Marcus bit down on Death's neck, sucking desperately to draw out the life force contained in his blood.

As the blood entered his throat, his powerful vampire primal energy was activated, and the terrifying wounds on his body began to writhe and heal at a visible speed! His lost power was also partially replenished.

At that moment, the pale fog had already reached his feet and was about to engulf him.

"die-

""

Marcus roared, discarding the desiccated remains of the Grim Reaper, and with a sudden flap of his wings, plunged into the churning white mist below, attacking the mutated nuns—

Almost at the same time, the Fool, who had been observing coldly, also moved and silently disappeared into the thick fog.

The demon werewolf let out an angry roar and fearlessly chased after it.

In an instant, the hall, shrouded in thick fog, was filled with the sounds of clashing weapons, roars, and impacts, clearly indicating that a fierce and extremely chaotic battle had broken out inside.

Qin Jin then pulled Alessa to a relatively quiet corner, not wanting to get involved in the chaotic fight.

However, the instant the white mist enveloped them, Qin Jin suddenly sensed something amiss. Alessa's grey-blue eyes widened in astonishment, which instantly transformed into ecstatic joy—

They clearly felt the thick white mist continuously pouring into their bodies, and a dormant feeling was awakened from the deepest part of their being, like a hibernating beast opening its eyes—

Qin Jin's heart stirred, and like a whale sucking in water, he breathed in the white mist into his body. At the same time, Alessa opened her mouth wide and tried her best to inhale.

The force of their inhalation was so great that it caused the white mist to churn rapidly, continuously surging towards them.

The Fool in the fog also sensed this strange phenomenon; the estimated time of his daze was rapidly decreasing, from the initial estimate of 5 minutes to 3 minutes, 1 minute, 40 seconds—

At this moment, all the creatures in the thick fog, whether dead or alive, sensed the dramatic changes in their bodies!

"My power—is slipping away! What have you done?"

The first sound was Marcus's furious roar, which became much clearer and less frantic than before.

"I—I—I am changing—I am—" Next came the werewolf demon, which appeared more violent and fearful than Marcus.

Then, the Fool's voice, carrying a strange rhythm, rang out from within the mist, clearly reaching every corner: "Time—this is the Mist of Time! It can smooth the wrinkles of time, allowing you—to return to your origins. I have generously offered up a thousand years of time, turning back the clock, so that everyone can enjoy their past!"

"No--!!!"

Immediately following was a chorus of agonizing screams from the nuns!

They were already dead, maintaining this state of being neither alive nor dead thanks to the power of the monastery. The reversal of time seemed to have broken this strange balance, causing the power within them to regress and their bodies to return to a state of death!

The thick fog gradually thinned, and the view inside the hall became clear again.

The scene has changed drastically!

The ground was littered with the nuns' corpses, all of them reverting to their most normal, lifeless state. Time had broken the eerie taboos of the monastery, causing them to decompose rapidly, their bodies quickly turning into skeletons, and then crumbling into ash in the passage of time.

They suffered not only from time travel, but also from the backlash caused by the violation of monastery rules.

The remaining corpses are only those of the Tarot Squad members who died, the Black Mamba brothers, and the serial killer and Harley Quinn who have returned to their corpse state.

In the center of the arena stood three people with strikingly different appearances.

The Fool had removed his mask, revealing a face that looked to be in his forties, with deep-set features and a wild, handsome air.

He held a menacing tree branch flute in one hand and a strangely shaped scimitar in the other. Feathers were tied around his head, a necklace made of a shrunken skull hung around his neck, and his face was covered in paint, making him look like an ancient shaman.

On the other side, the ferocious and terrifying werewolf had disappeared, replaced by a middle-aged man dressed in a tattered priest's robe, his face pale, his eyes filled with horror and fear.

Most bizarrely, his body was split into two halves: a demon's left half and a werewolf's right half. These halves were frantically multiplying, constantly spewing forth sulfurous lava and bloody tendrils, rushing wildly towards the center of his chest cavity, tearing open a large hole. Inside was a crystalline crystal; the power contained within the crimson blood at the crystal's center was continuously melting and altering the two halves of his body.

This is what the werewolf looked like before it merged into one.

Marcus also reverted to his pure vampire form—pale, handsome, and cold. The tattered fleshy wings on his back disappeared, and his body was no longer that of a werewolf-vampire hybrid; he had returned to human form, and his power had greatly diminished.

Marcus stared intently at the Fool, his crimson pupils filled with shock and a hint of understanding: "Voodoo—forbidden witchcraft that reverses time! I never imagined you even possessed the Fountain of Youth!"

The middle-aged voodoo master, The Fool, was greatly shocked at this moment, not knowing where his calculations had gone wrong, but he still wore a victor's smile on his face.

The mist of time caused him to travel back in time far less than expected, which is definitely not right!

He instinctively felt he shouldn't waste time at this moment, so, faced with Marcus's question, he simply raised his scimitar in silence, and with a leap, was about to pounce on the priest who was in the process of fusion—

Take advantage of the brief moment of time rewind and kill him!

suddenly!

The three people froze at the same time. A cold, deathly, yet incredibly powerful and sinister force, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, spread out from the corner of the hall!

The scene before them began to swirl; the ceiling and walls peeled away, eroded, and spread wildly, the plaster floating upwards like pieces of ashes.

In the blink of an eye, the entire prayer hall became rusty, as if it had undergone the erosion of thousands of years in an instant, exuding an atmosphere of despair and death.

The three of them turned their gazes to the source of the corrosion, to the corner where two figures stood.