"This is Ghoul Street, the oldest, the lowest and most dilapidated slum in London, where the cursed people live, and the decent people will never take a step! No one inside is innocent, and any infectious disease flows out from here, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, thugs... are all people who deserve sin, and sin flows in their blood!"

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

However, although Ghoul Street is as notorious as the "overturned alley" in HP, it has its own unique value like the chamber pot of a big man. It combines selling stolen goods, gambling, black goods, and buying evil one-stop services, and has derived an alternative ecosystem that is parasitic on the behemoth of London.

When he first heard this name, Bai Lang's heart moved and faintly turbulent. He always felt that he had heard of it somewhere? But he was eager to complete the task and wanted to draw out the so-called "evil power" from the slums, so he quickly walked in.

…

Bai Lang and the other were dressed brightly and beautifully, while the other was also neat and clean, which was incompatible with the slum environment. Therefore, as soon as they entered, they attracted a group of hippies and smiles.

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

The little gangsters surrounding him had an indescribable temperament of the last century. They were obviously Victorian, but their dress was tattered and avant-garde, with steel nails on the corners of their mouths, nostrils, ears, copper rings, oil paint on their faces, holding long spears and short swords, and holding non-mainstream Shamatt hairstyles, surrounding Bailang and the other two.

One of the leaders laughed at his companion, "Look at that, the fine skin and tender guy came to the door. I want to cut them into pieces and try my newly bought knife. Is it sharp enough? Lick!"

"Boss, you will definitely surpass that bastard Robert and become the new overlord of Ghoul Street!" another thug said flatteringly.

"Can't you not cut it too much? I like that guy's clothes!" One of the gangsters pointed at Bailang with a stick, not caring about the mood of the person involved, as if discussing how to cook two fat pieces?

At this time, the little police officer next to Bai Lang had sweat on his forehead, and he looked extremely nervous. This scene made the thugs even more arrogant.

"No, I hate his hat! Go to the death, the poor man from outside!" As he said that, the leader waved his short knife and rushed towards Bailang without any discrimination.

…

From the beginning of entering the Ghoul Street, Bai Lang felt that the IQ of this group of people plummeted. He would slash without asking the reason, just like a product of a mentally retarded relative. I wouldn't think about it, what if I came to hire your financial backer father?

"Mr. Alterland, run!"

The police officer had just spoken, and the noisy atmosphere at the scene came to an abrupt end. At this moment, Bai Lang stretched out his right hand and clenched the opponent's sharp blade. Before he could exert force, the opponent's arm was fixed in the air and unable to move. Everything was so embarrassing.

"Hmm? Yes!" The little leader was shocked and twisted the hilt of the knife hard, trying to cut Bai Lang's palm, and pulled out the short knife.

However, the blade was firmly held by Bai Lang, and it was still motionless. The power of the 6 attribute was half of the limit of ordinary people. With the ability to strengthen the body by the "horizontal refining" not only strengthened his physical fitness, but his palm was even tougher as leather. At this time, he held the knife with his naked hand, and the other party couldn't even pull it out.

"Is your power so weak? This level is considered a London devil's cave?" Bai Lang was a little confused. The combat power of Ghoul Street is so low!

"You... are you an idiot? You're empty-handed...ah! What's going on!" The gangster leader was surprised and then screamed.

I found that there was a deep bone-observing knife wound in my palm. It was cut very neatly, and blood immediately poured out of the wound. He retreated repeatedly in pain and looked at Bai Lang in panic, "What kind of magic is this?"

The IBM particles dispersed in the palm of the palm, Bailang was satisfied with the "thorns".

When this ability rebounds physical damage, the closer it is, the stronger the effect. After he took the knife with his empty hand, he continued to increase his grip strength and self-destruction. Although he did not cut his palm, he also suffered severe pain.

However, the ignorant and fearless Sha Yan on the opposite side actually held the handle of the knife tightly and was directly wrapped around the blade by the white wave's "IBM particles" and established a stable anti-injury channel, which made him cut open in an instant.

"Go together and kill them!"

At the command of the leader, the thugs around him rushed forward without any morality. The policeman gritted his teeth and rushed over, knocked over, and started fighting with the other party. The rest chased Bai Lang, waving his weapons and greeted him at the vital point.

"madness!"

Bai Lang also tried the appearance of this group of people, so he opened the "thorns" and greeted them without dodging.

But soon he closed the thorns and took their attacks lightly with the passive strengthening brought by the 'cross beam'. There were many daggers and their fingers, but they were all blocked by him one by one.

Bai Lang Kongwu was powerful, and he blew a strong wind with one punch and one kick, hitting his face and vomiting blood in dislocation, hitting his chest, breaking his ribs and unconscious, kicking him, flying backwards, turning into a rolling gourd, motionless.

During the breathing period, the thugs fell to the ground and were filled with grief: "Bah! No one can beat me!"

"No, don't come here!"

Just as the last one was lying on the ground in panic, constantly rubbing the ground with his elbows and moving backwards, more ghoul street thugs were surrounded by scythes and wooden sticks, looking at Bai Lang with malicious intentions.

"Sir, let's run away quickly!" the policeman said in fear.

"You go first, I'll cut you off the back." Although he said this, he reached into his pocket, his heart moved, and took out the "Fire Assassination" from the silence of the storage, and raised his hand to shoot at the crowd six times. He still looked unsatisfied.

Bang bang bang bang…!

The arrogant fish instantly became a frightened bird, and the bullets were even more terrifying than punching and kicking.

Although Bai Lang kept his hands and only penetrated his legs without hurting his life, the penetration of modern guns is not as harmonious as in the movies. Just human legs... a samurai sword can easily cut four bodies, and his bullets kill two birds with one stone, even penetrate more.

The penetration injury of the legs is more terrifying than being beaten. One person is not dead, but everyone is struggling and screaming. The bloody scene on the ground is even more tormenting. The group of thugs became timid in an instant. They just joined in the fun, so they nervously confronted Bai Lang, looking like they were retreating at any time.

But the loser is not the case. One of the older ones gritted his teeth and asked, "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 not come back until evening. Please leave!"

"Don't worry, you go back first, I want to take a walk here." Bai Lang drove away the police officer, looked at the dilapidated slum, and was not in a hurry to leave. He came here to investigate clues, hoping that he might find useful things from Taobao in the black store here?

He pointed the gun at the oldest: "You, yes, don't look around. Arrange a clever gangster to be your guide, or give you a bullet? Choose."

The other party had no courage and did not say a harsh word, shouting loudly: "Little John, come over quickly and lead the way for this gentleman!"

Bai Lang activated the "Thorns" and entered standby mode. He seemed relaxed but was secretly guarding against the raids that might be launched from behind at any time. He then called out the "Little John" and threw the other party a shilling, forcing him to lead the way in front and penetrated into the interior of Ghoul Street.

The police officer hesitated for a moment, looked at Bai Lang's back as he was gradually moving away, and finally gritted his teeth and turned his head to withdraw.

The remaining gangsters also helped up more than a dozen wounded people. Although they secretly hated them, they did not dare to show it. Bai Lang did not keep his hands when he beat them, and the shots were even worse. In this era without antibiotics, once infected, it would be like ascension.

...

After taking Bai Lang's money, little John went from being trembling at the beginning to gradually relaxing later. When Bai Lang asked, he could still stammer and answer two sentences.

However, he did not sense any abnormalities when he walked through the entire "Ghost Street". Through the questioning, there were no supernatural "supernatural events" in this slum except for a few murderers, which made him very puzzled.

Just as he walked through a certain dilapidated street, Bai Lang suddenly stopped.

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

"I smelled the familiar smell, it was so interesting!" In this era, he actually smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine and couldn't help but feel curious. It happened that he used the medicine he used to temper his body to replenish it.

So he turned around decisively and walked towards the source of the smell.

When little John saw his actions, his face changed suddenly and he dissuaded: "Sir, wait, don't go there! It's very dangerous."

"Why?" Bai Lang said curiously.

"There... there is a witchcraft-based monster living there, who is with the poisonous snake toad all day long. Many gangsters who have threatened and blackmailed him have died inexplicably. It's better not to go there."

"I'm even more curious when you say this." Bai Lang ignored the dissuasion and walked towards the end of the dead end. In the dark corner, he found an inconspicuous shop with a few small traditional Chinese characters on the sign.

Chinese?

With curiosity, Bai Lang pushed the door open and entered. The owner of the store also sensed the sound and looked up at the same time.

This is an ugly face that makes people feel disgusting. If Bai Lang is allowed to score, his charm may be only 1. If he is able to survive, he will be able to get 2. This is the limit! At the same time, the other person is extremely short, like a dwarf.

When he saw Bai Lang entering the door, he immediately dressed up and flattered him. His English with an accent was particularly weird. In conjunction with the other party's curious facial features, he gave a lot of points to the oriental people.

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

"Yes, it's good if the adult calls the little 'Wen Qing'!" The boss named Wen Qing's posture is very low.

At this moment, Bai Lang suddenly shuddered, the owner of the dwarf pharmacy named Wen Qing, Ghoul Street... He suddenly woke up and asked, "Is the boss of your street a guy named 'Spitwagen'?"

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

The rogue superstar who dominates the Ghoul Street, the god of commentary - Sbit Wagen'...

"Go to Damn FGO! My little Jack!" Brother Lang covered his face in pain.

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Chapter completed!