[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

The sky was filled with charcoal-black clouds, and the wind was blowing hard, bringing the smell of wild apple trees from the mountain woods.

The apples in the mountains are sweeter than the ones sold in the street market, and you can pick a few to make sweet apple honey - this idea came to Wensty the moment she smelled the smell of apples. Ning, her attention was wandering here and there, but she just couldn't concentrate.

Winsty was surrounded by eight elders. She stood in the middle, and nine of them stood on the altar, forming a standard nine-square grid.The Great Elder stood at the forefront, with his palms folded on his forehead, and he was chanting a blessing spell.

Under the altar stood the exorcists who hadn't left after the meeting. They stood solemnly in the wind, letting the strong wind blow the corners of their collars.

Before the transfer ceremony officially started, Wensty wanted to have more memories of the current world in her mind. It would take a long time for her to come back. She tried her best to smell more of the apple trees in the mountains here. I vividly remember the face of the witcher under the altar.

Willy and Leon still attended the transmission ceremony, they stood on the left and right, like the guards of the altar, even though they were not satisfied with the Holy Grail's verdict, the two excellent exorcists still hoped that the ceremony would go smoothly.

The little sisters who were close to Wensti stood at the front of the queue. They were all orphans who were abandoned because of their magical powers when they were young. They were taken in and taught by the Great Elder, and they grew up together. About to leave, their eyes were filled with reluctance and tears.

Anna was standing in the middle, her head was lowered the whole time, and Wensty couldn't see her expression, wondering if she couldn't help crying secretly.

But, suddenly, Anna's body shook violently, and she burst into a strange laugh, her voice was as sharp as an awl, eerily eerie.

That's not Anna's voice!

"Stupid ants, how wishful thinking to such an extent!"

Anna's body was twisted, her eyes were red, and her lips had a grin.

Obviously, the undead occupied Anna's body for it to drive. The fact that this undead can occupy the body of a demon hunter shows that its power should not be underestimated.

The little sisters standing next to Anna reacted and immediately chanted a spell, trying to suppress the undead in Anna's body, but their power of thought was too weak to stop the undead from advancing. The undead drove Anna to jump into the air, The target is directed at the altar.

The purpose of the transmission ceremony was to transport Wensty back to the past and kill the person who opened the seal of the Book of the Dead. The undead must have got the news and came to obstruct it.

Now they don't care about finding out where the undead got the news from. It's a matter of the future to investigate the reason why it appeared here.

The spell in the Great Elder's mouth did not stop, he needed enough concentration to pray to be able to open the door of transmission.

Willie and Leon stood in front of the altar, trying to defend the last checkpoint. The two excellent witchers joined forces and threw a magic loop to restrain Anna's body.

The undead was trapped by the trap and couldn't break free. Anna, driven by it, became ferocious, like a mad she-wolf, her scarlet eyes were full of killing, and she wanted to tear the body of the person in front of her with her sharp claws. Torn in one piece.

At this time, the great elder who closed his eyes and chanted the mantra opened his eyes, a golden light broke through layers of dark clouds and shone straight in the middle of the altar, and the transmission door opened.

Seeing this, the undead struggled even harder, and there were signs of damage on the edge of the ferrule. Finally, the undead left Anna's body and exploded into different parts, each small piece splitting into a small undead.

Some little undead entangled the exorcists under the altar, and some little undead invaded the altar directly, disrupting the ceremony.

The portal of transmission has been opened, and Wensty must be sent to the past immediately.

"Winsty," said the First Elder loudly, "concentrate."

The demon hunters under the altar used their own skills to fight with the little undead, and the elders on the altar were also disturbed by the little undead. Anna, who had been occupied by the undead just now, was lying on the ground weakly, her lips turned white.

It was really hard for Winsty to concentrate.

But if she doesn't overcome this, everyone's efforts will be in vain.

Over the years, the battles between demon hunters, demons, and undead have become more and more tragic. Many ancestors even exchanged their lives for peace.

She carries the hope of life.

A hot current enveloped Wensty's heart, dispelling all her anxieties, doubts, fears and worries. She had only one thought at the moment: she must go back to the past, kill Sherlock Holmes, and prevent all this from happening.

Wensti made up her mind, the golden light shone on her body, it was extremely warm, as if entering a void world full of halos, she felt her whole body became lighter.

"The time has come."

The Great Elder led the recitation of the transmission mantra:

Not chaos, not darkness.

Darkness needs eyes to see,

Sound and silence require the ear to distinguish,

A mirror needs to be filled with images to reflect.

Not space, not time.

Not even a god who thinks ahead.

It was he who set the first,

The silence before the infinite night.

The elusive river of Heraclitus,

Its mysterious process did not let

The past flows into the future,

Oblivion flows to oblivion.

Some distressed, some begged.

Now, after the history of the universe.

The golden light took Wensty's soul, so radiant that she couldn't open her eyes to face the light, the spell transformed into a strange, exciting warmth that enveloped her and sent her to another world.

The golden light shining on the altar gradually dissipated. Seeing that the transmission gate was about to close, the undead fighting with the demon hunter were a little impatient, so they tried their best to get out of the fight and rushed towards the golden light regardless.

The warmth of the golden light is like a burning fire to the undead. They feel the power in their bodies passing away bit by bit. In this golden light, they are like human beings whose tendons and tendons have been cut off and locked in a narrow bottle. Can't move.

After a while, the undead rushing into the golden light began to dissipate.

The golden light dissipated into the dark clouds, and a bolt of lightning flashed in the charcoal-black clouds, as if to split the entire cloud layer, rain fell from the sky, and thunder and lightning howled wildly in the mountains.

No one escaped the rain, the water droplets rolled from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet, people welcomed the rain as if they were being baptized with holy water, and even the always serious Third Elder looked relaxed.

From their point of view, the golden light possessed holy power. It took away Winsty's soul and eliminated the difficult undead. There was nothing more worthy of celebration than this.

The Great Elder stood among the celebrating crowd. Compared with the joy of the surrounding people, his reaction was too flat. If someone observed carefully, he would find that the knowledgeable old man frowned slightly.

It is recorded in ancient books that at the end of the ceremony, the golden light will completely disperse the dark clouds and return the sunshine to the world. Why has it turned into a rainstorm now?

A bad omen flashed in the Great Elder's heart, and he hurriedly turned back to look at "Winsti" in the middle of the altar. The golden light took away her soul, leaving her body just an empty shell.

The elder looked carefully at Wensti's face, her face was very calm, her soul did not feel pain when she left with the golden light, the girl's eyes were closed tightly, she seemed to be in a deep sleep.

However, a red mole appeared on her eyebrows.

This red mole strangled the heart of the Great Elder. He had anticipated the consequences of many transmission ceremonies. The worst one was that Wensty's soul was not accepted by the golden light, and the person chosen by the Holy Grail could not return. In the past, then they would have to reconvene another meeting.

But the reality was [-] times worse than the worst expected outcome.

When the golden light absorbed Wensty's soul, an undead survived. It merged with Wensti's soul and went back to the past together.

The author has something to say: ————————

The mantra read by the Great Elder comes from Borges' "Origin of the Universe"

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