American Zombie Detective

Chapter 195 The Blood of Jesus, Obtained!

On the other side, Pyramid Head had cornered the Fool against the wall.

The Fool, dragging a bleeding, slashed leg, leaned against the cold wall, his face covered in cold sweat, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

All his voodoo spells and slashes with his scimitar could only leave shallow white marks on Pyramid Head's inhuman body, unable to cause any real damage. On the contrary, a slight graze from Pyramid Head's scimitar caused half of his leg to lose flesh and blood.

The enormous cleaver was now pressed against his neck, its cold blade against his skin, making him afraid to move an inch.

Qin Jin resolved all the troubles and stretched his body. Alessa gently landed beside him, and the barbed wire obediently retracted.

Qin Jin walked up to the fool, bent down, and took the branch with its many forks from his trembling hand.

"What is this?" Qin Jin's voice had the distinctive texture of a zombie.

The Fool shuddered in fright and almost blurted out: "The Flute of Time! It is made of the branches of trees growing beside the Fountain of Youth—blowing it can—can draw out the power of the spring water within, forming a mist of time, and turning back the clock—"

"The Fountain of Youth?" Qin Jin's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly. "Where?"

"I—I don't know! I really don't know!"

The Fool cried out in terror, "This flute is mine too—I inherited it from the previous Voodoo Master—our map is lost—"

"Is this thing still usable?" Qin Jin shook the flute.

"No—it's impossible!" The Fool shook his head in despair. "The last thousand years of time power contained within has—has been exhausted! This is the last bit!"

Qin Jin stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

Then, without warning, his arm swung across.

The fool's expression froze instantly, his head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed from his neck.

With a gentle wave of her hand, Alessa unleashed the last vestiges of corrosive power, rapidly corroding and carbonizing the head and headless corpse, ultimately turning them into two small puddles of black ash on the ground, identical to Marcus's.

The entire prayer hall fell completely silent instantly, and Qin Jin and Alessa carefully felt the terrifying, surging power within their bodies.

This was Alessa's peak, but not Qin Jin's, because—after hundreds of years, he had begun to abstain from human blood.

This state of complete liberation has been so long coming.

Qin Jin licked his sharp fangs and looked around the monastery: "The demon's reshaping just now consumed the monastery's power. Now I guess the abbot and deacon should be corpses too. That's it for now. Let's think about how to take down that base."

He suddenly stopped talking.

A strong sense of detachment surged from Qin Jin like a tide, without warning, and then dissipated into the air.

The feeling was extremely strange, as if the power in my body was being rapidly drained away by some invisible funnel!

They could clearly feel time rushing by, just like the ancient saying goes, "A hundred years pass in the blink of an eye!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the corpse aura surrounding Qin Jin completely disappeared, his blood-red eyes returned to their clear black and white, his fangs and sharp nails retracted, and he reverted to his somewhat lazy appearance as a Chinese-American police officer.

The barbed wire behind Alessa quickly dissipated, and the triangular head merged back into the darkness. The rusted walls and roof soon returned to their former appearance, and she transformed back into the cold-faced little girl with a porcelain-white face, clutching her doll.

The power just now was like a brief but intense illusion, coming suddenly and going just as quickly.

Qin Jin stared blankly at his hand, now restored to its original state, then touched the crystal bottle in his pocket. Sure enough, no white smoke was rising. He grinned, "Sigh—it was still too short!"

Aresa tilted her head back, her big gray-blue eyes sparkling with excitement. She nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Qin, this is so much fun."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jin couldn't help but laugh, ruffling her soft hair: "It really feels great. And in this state, you don't have to worry about triggering your bloodlust, which is truly—rare."

His gaze fell on the dull, gray twig used as a flute. He picked it up and handed it to Alessa: "Keep this safe. If you have the chance, study it and see if you can post pictures to find clues about the Fountain of Youth —"

suddenly!

Qin Jin's words came to an abrupt halt. He tilted his head slightly, listening to the sounds coming from afar. Alessa listened intently and made a confident judgment: "Two people, a female vampire, and another, steady footsteps."

Selena's here? You've come at just the right time!

He thought for a moment and decided to let it go, to save himself the trouble of explaining later. He also grabbed a couple of thugs and said, "Alright, let's wait for them then."

The monastery gates were pushed open again, and Selena and Michael appeared in the doorway. The sky outside was already turning a pale white, and dawn was approaching.

Selena was shrouded in a large black cloak and even wore a helmet that covered most of her face, clearly showing her extreme fear of the sun.

Michael, however, seemed unconcerned, dressed no differently from ordinary people.

The two rushed into the hall and were instantly shocked by the scene before them.

The ground was a mess, littered with broken stones, charred marks, dried and eerie blood, and countless other unidentifiable ash and bullet holes. The air was thick with the complex smells of gunpowder, sulfur, blood, and a deeper, colder odor.

Selena's gaze swept rapidly across the entire area, finally settling on Qin Jin and Alessa. She lifted her helmet, revealing an utterly astonished expression: "What—what happened here? Where's Marcus?!"

Qin Jin pointed haphazardly around: "Look, they're everywhere. They've turned to ash." He then pointed to the broken bones on the ground: "There's a little bit left over there, but not much."

Selena hurried forward, knelt down, and carefully picked up a piece of bone. She licked it with the tip of her tongue, her body stiffening slightly: "—It really is him! How could he have become like this? Where is William?"

Her voice was filled with disbelief that the mighty progenitor of vampires had met such an end.

Qin Jin shrugged, his gaze then falling on the solidified ashes beside him, still bearing the features of a werewolf, and began his habitual artistic creation: "See? They perished together."

Selena followed his gaze and saw the pile of wreckage. She exclaimed incredulously, "This...this is William?"

"To be precise, this is the one that absorbed William's blood. William's original body is destroyed and is still inside the Iron Maiden."

Qin Jin glanced at Selena and began his speculation: "Judging from all the signs on this guy, I estimate he's the young man who's been delivering supplies to the monastery." He paused, as if recalling details, and continued, "I initially thought he was Father Cobo, but then I noticed he didn't have any marks from wearing a cross around his neck for a long time, and his hands and skin were very rough, making him look more like a laborer than a priest—I suspect the exorcism back then failed and the demon has possessed this guy!"

"After being possessed by a demon, he secretly sneaked into the monastery, found another secret passage leading to the seal, and discovered William while passing through the cave."

Qin Jin pointed towards the basement and continued his speculation: "The power within him drove him to break the seal and drain William's blood in an attempt to gain greater power. Unfortunately, the power of the werewolf progenitor was not so easy to steal, which instead led to a conflict between the two powers within him."

"Then, whether he was lucky or unlucky, he actually found this—"

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Qin Jin took out the crystal bottle containing the blood of Jesus from his pocket. At this moment, it was quiet and harmless: "He was probably desperate and tried to use this holy power to suppress the two dark forces that were about to burst him. As a result, he actually succeeded by accident. Under the intervention of the holy blood, the two forces weakened each other, reached a strange balance, and began to merge. He also fell into a deep sleep and became—a thing that combines the power of a demon and a werewolf."

Qin Jin shrugged: "The eerie aura he emitted while he slept, a mixture of demonic, werewolf, and trace amounts of divine power, corrupted the entire monastery, turning the nuns and abbess into monsters. Marcus's arrival, with its powerful vampire aura, awakened him. The two monsters started fighting without warning, a truly earth-shattering battle, and in the end—well, that's how it was. We arrived late, so we only saw the ending."

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