Dimensional Corruptor

Chapter 80 Do You Think It's FGO?Do not!It's actually me, JOJO!
"This is Ghoul Row, London's oldest, lowest and most run-down slum, where the cursed people live. No decent person will ever step into it! No one is innocent in it, and any contagious disease will never end there. Here comes out, thieves, prostitutes, robbers, thugs... all are people who deserve what they deserve, and there is sin in their blood!"

The young police officer clearly has a huge prejudice against this slum.

However, although Ghoul Street is as infamous as the 'Knockturn Alley' in HP, it is like the chamber pot of the big man's house and has its own unique value.Here, there is one-stop service for selling stolen goods, gambling, illegal goods, and buying murders, and an alternative ecosystem has been derived, parasitic on the behemoth of London.

When he first heard the name, Bailang's heart moved, and there were faint waves, and he always felt as if 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 slum, so he walked in quickly.

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The two Bailangs, one was brightly dressed, and the other was neat and clean, which was out of tune with the slum environment.Therefore, as soon as they entered, they attracted a group of thugs with hippie faces.

I don't know if it is because of the background of the world?
The little gangster who surrounded him in front of him had an indescribable apocalyptic wasteland temperament.It was obviously the Victorian era, but their dress was tattered and avant-garde, with steel studs and copper rings on the corners of their mouths, nostrils, and ears, smeared with oil paint on their faces, armed with long spears and short knives, and had a non-mainstream killer hairstyle. The two of them surrounded by Bailang.

One of the leaders laughed at his companions: "Look at that, the guys with thin skin and tender meat took the initiative to bring them to the door. I want to cut them into pieces, try my newly bought knife, is it sharp enough? Lick! "

"Boss, you must be able to surpass that bastard Robert and become the new overlord of Ghoul Street!" another thug flattered.

"Can 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 they were discussing how to cook two pieces of fat meat?

At this time, the little policeman beside Bailang, sweat oozing from his forehead in the cold weather, looked extremely nervous.This scene made the thugs even more arrogant.

"No, I hate his hat! Go to hell, poor bastard from outside!" Said, the leader indiscriminately charged towards Bailang with a short knife.

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From the moment he entered Ghoul Street, Bailang felt that the IQ of this group had plummeted.Slashing with a knife without asking the reason, like a close relative of the mentally retarded.Don't think about it, what if I'm here to hire your gold master father?
"Mr. Outland, run!"

The little police officer just spoke, and the noisy atmosphere at the scene stopped abruptly.At this moment, Bai Lang stretched out his right hand and clenched the opponent's sharp blade tightly. Before he exerted any force, the opponent's arm was fixed in the air and unable to move. Everything was so embarrassing.

"Huh? Huh!" The little boss was startled, he twisted the handle of the knife vigorously, wanted to cut through Bailang's palm, and pulled out the short knife.

However, the blade was firmly grasped by Bailang and did not move at all. The power of 6 attributes exceeds half of the limit of ordinary people, and the strengthening of the body by 'horizontal training' not only brings about physical enhancement, but also his palms are tougher like leather.At this time, he was holding the knife with his bare hands, and the opponent couldn't even pull it out.

"Is your strength so weak? This level is considered a devil's den in London?" Bailang is a little confused, the combat power of Ghoul Street is so low!
"You...are you an idiot? It's actually empty-handed...ah! What's going on!"

Discovering that there was a knife wound with deep visible bone on the palm of your hand for some unknown reason?The cuts were very neat, and blood gushed out from the wound instantly. In pain, he stepped back again and again and looked at Bailang in panic, "What kind of magic is this?"

Dispersing the IBM particles in his palm, Bailang was satisfied with the 'thorns'.

When this ability reflects physical damage, the closer the contact, the stronger the effect.After he picked up the knife with his bare hands, he continued to increase his grip strength and self-destruction. Although he did not cut the palm of his hand, he suffered severe pain.

However, the sand sculpture on the opposite side was ignorant and fearless, and actually held the handle of the knife tightly, and was directly wrapped around the blade by Bailang's 'IBM particles', establishing a stable anti-injury channel, allowing him to be cut open in an instant.

"Come together and kill them!"

The leader gave an order, and the surrounding thugs swarmed without regard for morality.The little policeman gritted his teeth and sprinted, knocked over one of them, and fought with the other.The rest are chasing after the white waves, waving their weapons to say hello to the key points.

"madness!"

Bailang also wanted to try the quality of this group of people, so he turned on the 'thorns' and went up to him without dodging.

But soon he closed the 'thorns', it is too poor and weak!Weak he feels sad!Just relying on the passive reinforcement brought by 'Horizontal', they underestimated their attacks.Among them, there are many back stabbings with daggers and stinging tigers, but they were blocked by him one by one.

I saw Bailang Kong Wu was powerful, punched and danced with strong wind, and his moves were neat and swift, and he vomited blood when he hit his face and jaw dislocated. Zuo rolling gourd motionless.

In a short period of time, these thugs fell to the ground, crying all over the place: "Bah! No one can fight!"

"Don't, 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 surrounded him with scythes and wooden sticks, and looked at Bailang with malice.

"Sir, let's run away!" the little police officer said in fear.

"You go first, I'll break it for you." Although he said this, he put his hand into his pocket, moved in his heart, took out the 'Assassination of Flame' from the empty storage, raised his hand and fired six shots at the crowd. .Still a look of indecision.

Bang bang bang...!
The arrogant miscellaneous fish instantly became a frightened bird. Compared with punching and kicking, the burst of bullets was more terrifying.

Although Bailang kept his hands, he only pierced his legs without hurting anyone's life.But the penetrating power of modern firearms is not as harmonious as in the movie, with mere human legs... A samurai sword can easily cut four parts, and his bullet kills two birds with one stone, and even penetrates more.

The penetrating wound to the leg was more terrifying than being beaten. No one died, but everyone was struggling and screaming.This group of thugs froze in an instant, they just joined in the fun, so they confronted Bailang nervously, looking like they were retreating at any time.

But the loser is not the loser. One of the older men gritted his teeth and asked, "Outsiders, what is your purpose in coming to Ghoul Street?"

"I'm looking for your boss, where is he? Let him get out and meet me!"

The other party shook his head nervously: "Our leader is not here today and will come back at night. Your Excellency, please leave!"

"Don't worry, you go back first, I want to take a stroll here." Bai Lang drove away the little police officer, looked at the dilapidated slum, and was not in a hurry to leave.He came here to investigate clues, and also wanted to Taobao from the black shop here, maybe he could find something useful?

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

The other party had no courage, did not utter a cruel word, and shouted loudly: "Little John, get over here and lead the way for this gentleman!"

Bailang activated 'Thorns' and entered standby mode. He seemed relaxed but secretly guarded against a surprise attack that might be launched from behind at any time. Then he called out the 'Little John' and threw a shilling to the other party, forcing him to lead the way in front of him, and went deep into the food. The interior of Ghoul Street.

The little policeman hesitated for a moment, watching the back of Bailang drifting away, and finally turned his head and exited.

And the remaining gangsters also helped up a dozen wounded.Although they secretly hated in their hearts, they didn't dare to show it. Bailang didn't keep his hands when he beat them, and those who were shot were even worse.In this era of no antibiotics, once the infection is equal to soaring.

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After taking Bailang's money, little John gradually relaxed from the initial trembling to the later. When Bailang asked, he could still stammer and answer a few words.

However, after walking all over the 'Ghoul Street', he didn't sense anything unusual.Through questioning, apart from a few murderers, there was no supernatural 'supernatural event' in this slum, which made him very puzzled.

Just as he was walking through a certain dilapidated street, Bailang suddenly stopped.

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

"I smell a familiar smell, it's really interesting!" In London in this era, he could not help but feel curious when he smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine.It just so happened that the potion he used to temper his body was also used up, so he just replenished it.

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

Seeing his actions, little John's face changed suddenly, and he discouraged him: "Sir, wait, don't go there! It's dangerous."

"Why?" Bai Lang asked curiously.

"There... there is an Oriental weirdo who knows witchcraft and lives with the snake and toad all day long. Many thugs who have threatened and blackmailed him have died inexplicably. You better not go there. The other party understands the Oriental curse."

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

Chinese?

With curiosity, Bailang pushed the door and entered.The shop owner also sensed the sound and looked up at the same time.

This is a disgusting ugly face. If Bailang is asked to rate it, the charm may only be 1. If you give it to 2, this is the limit!At the same time, the other party is abnormally short, like a dwarf.

Seeing Bailang entering the door and getting dressed up again, the little eccentric person immediately flattered him. The accented English was very strange, and combined with the other party's curious facial features, it was very helpful to the Orientals.

"What's your name? Qing people?"

"Yes, just call the little one 'Wen Qing'!" The boss named Wen Qing had a low attitude.

At this moment, Bai Lang shuddered violently, the dwarf drugstore owner named Wen Qing, Ghoul Street... He suddenly woke up and asked, "The boss of your street, is it a 'Spitwa'? Root' guy?"

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

The rogue superstar 'Yangko star, the god of commentary - Spitwagen' who dominates Ghoul Street...

"Go to Nima's FGO! My little Jack!" Brother Lang covered his face in pain, and his heart was suddenly broken.

_To_Be_Continued
(End of this chapter)