"..."
Chu Chongtian nearly spat out a mouthful of blood three meters away.
No wonder there were suddenly so many "Possessed" around them.
You were about to dig up someone else's grave!
How could Jack the Ripper not explode with rage?
He was already a vengeful ghost. Now, his resentment was probably soaring through the heavens.
No, he'd been seething with resentment from the start. Now it was breaking through the sky.
By the way, Master, what were you using to dig the grave?
That cross made of two pieces of wood, the thing that marked the grave?
Could that really be used to dig a grave?
Was that why it would take two minutes?
Couldn't you have found a shovel beforehand? Maybe then it'd only take one minute.
Chu Chongtian's thoughts ran wild. Even he had no idea what he was thinking.
He simply raised his gun on instinct and pulled the trigger.
There was no need to aim. They were surrounded by "people," so even the wildest shot would hit something.
But the six bullets were gone in no time.
Aside from briefly slowing the Possessed at the front, they were useless.
Chu Chongtian didn't dare engage them in close combat, either.
Even though these people weren't moving very fast, more like the slow zombies in movies,
everyone knew that getting caught in a "zombie horde" would be fatal.
Fighting while retreating was the way to go, but they had to buy Master Xuanzang two minutes.
They couldn't retreat!
The one thing they could be glad about was that when Jack the Ripper possessed and controlled so many people, his control over them dropped dramatically.
The Possessed couldn't move with that ghostly speed or fight with superhuman strength.
Just as he was thinking that,
his vision blurred. Someone had crossed the distance between them in an instant.
The figure was right in front of him, gripping a dagger and driving it toward Chu Chongtian's chest.
There was no whistling sound.
No trace of life or warmth—this was a true specter.
Chu Chongtian could only say that he "saw it," and that his mind had reacted.
But his body couldn't keep up.
All he could do was watch helplessly as the dagger stabbed toward him.
For a moment, the world seemed to slow down.
He could only hope Master Xuanzang's Consecration would save his life.
A whoosh came from beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Chongtian caught sight of a dark blur flying past.
It slammed into the attacker's head.
The Possessed collapsed on the spot, landing alongside the "blur."
The dark object was still intact, but the Possessed's head was beyond recognition.
"Use Ending Storm."
Tang Luo's voice came from behind him.
Only then did Chu Chongtian realize that the "blur" on the ground was the revolver Omen.
As a revolver, Omen held only six bullets.
With Chu Chongtian's own blood energy added, he could have at most twelve.
To be honest, it was nowhere near as good as modern firearms in that regard.
But its second skill, Ending Storm, was incredibly useful.
It could fire 6,000 rounds in a minute.
That rate of fire matched the M134 minigun's maximum theoretical rate.
That kind of gun was mounted on armed helicopters, armored vehicles, and in defensive positions.
Only a powerhouse like the Terminator could lift and use such a Gatling gun directly.
With six barrels and a practical rate of 2,000 to 4,000 rounds per minute, its storm of bullets could tear apart almost any target.
But Omen's Ending Storm
consumed nothing and had no recoil.
Even a child could use it.
All Chu Chongtian had to do was raise the gun, pull the trigger, and activate its skill, Ending Storm.
The cylinder began spinning furiously.
A gorgeous red tongue of flame burst from the muzzle.
The bullets didn't fly in a single line. They formed a whole swath of fire, covering an area no smaller than a Gatling gun's barrage!
It was like a massive combine harvester passing through a wheat field at harvest time.
Wherever the muzzle swept, the Possessed fell—or vanished in great swaths.
Chu Chongtian kept his arm raised, sweeping wildly from side to side and creating a terrifying death zone.
Fortunately, the possessed people had nothing but a twisted, black, hollow face.
No blood poured from their bodies.
Otherwise, the sight of flesh and blood flying everywhere would probably have made Chu Chongtian throw up.
As it was, he could keep going as long as he tried to ignore the occasional severed limb.
Zhou Zhenguo stood one step behind Chu Chongtian, quickly reloading and firing off shots at a few stragglers.
They still had the Binding Chain as a backup.
They might be able to hold out for two minutes after all.
Though Ending Storm could only last one minute,
the Possessed attacking them were limited in number.
After a minute of fire, there would probably only be a couple left.
Even if Jack the Ripper gained far greater control over them, they had the protection of Consecration and Zhou Zhenguo's skills.
They could hold them off!
Fifty seconds into Ending Storm,
there were very few Possessed left in sight.
But beyond the area lit by the light around them, they could still hear faint footsteps.
They could make out vague figures.
The Possessed were hidden in the snowstorm, still closing in.
Chu Chongtian stared straight ahead, swinging his gun toward the slightest sound.
But neither he nor Zhou Zhenguo noticed
the ghostly figure crawling along the ground behind them, off to the side.
It slithered closer like a snake, then raised its upper body in a strange motion.
The dagger in its hand stabbed toward Chu Chongtian's lower back.
Then the figure froze.
A hand had reached out from behind and clamped around its neck!
"Mm—I think I've found a tool that suits me. I only need another twenty seconds to finish this."
Zhou Zhenguo heard Tang Luo say.
He turned around on instinct.
Master Xuanzang was holding a fairly large object in his right hand, swinging it up and down.
It looked like a person?!
And was that The Priest?!
"How pitiful..." Zhou Zhenguo thought to himself, then immediately turned back around.
This priest had probably been the first person Jack the Ripper possessed and controlled.
And there was a good chance he'd worked with the organization to dispose of the bodies.
The cross and dagger were telltale signs.
The spinning cylinder came to a stop.
White smoke drifted from the muzzle, but it still felt cold to the touch, without the slightest hint of overheating.
The last couple of stragglers were within Chu Chongtian and Zhou Zhenguo's ability to handle.
"Done."
A few scattered gunshots rang out.
Then Tang Luo spoke from behind them.
At the same moment, the snowstorm abruptly stopped.
Yes, stopped.
Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian could even see snowflakes hanging motionless before their eyes.
Then came Parting Clouds to See the Moon.
The gray snowflakes in the air fell to the ground, and the thick clouds vanished from the sky.
The night was so clear, it was as if there had never been a raging blizzard.
Only the gray snow on the ground remained.
The bright moonlight bathed the land.
Even without the light around them, Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian could see their surroundings clearly.
The Possessed had vanished along with the snowstorm.
"Amitabha Buddha. What a sin, what a sin."
At the sound of the prayer, Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian turned to look at Tang Luo—and the pit at his feet.
It was the hole he'd dug.
Let's just ignore what he'd used to dig it.
Master had already called it a sin. What more could they ask for?
Of course, the choice was to forgive him!
At the bottom of the pit lay neither a coffin, as Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian had imagined, nor a single corpse exposed to the elements.
There was a pile of bones at the very bottom.
Above them lay mangled corpses, not yet fully decomposed.
This was unmistakably a "Hundred-Person Pit"!
"Jack the Ripper!"
Chu Chongtian couldn't help exclaiming. "Was he actually formed from the resentment of all those experimental subjects?"
Why was there a "Hundred-Person Pit" like this?
Based on what they'd learned,
it was easy to reach a conclusion.
The organization had conducted cruel experiments in pursuit of immortality, then discarded the subjects' remains and buried them here.
Even people with mental illnesses had feelings of their own.
And many of the victims had been perfectly sane.
Rage, resentment, madness, and hatred that reached the heavens—
all of it had given birth to Jack the Ripper.
He wasn't a person, nor was he a ghost.
He was a mass of gathered resentment.
In truth, he was a Corrupted Abomination, just like the Resurrected One.
The two were worlds apart in strength and form, though.
At least the Resurrected One couldn't hold a candle to the Jack the Ripper they were facing now.
Why did the Ripper disembowel people?
Because he had been dissected.
The torn wounds represented his rage.
Doctor Jack had mocked the Ripper's crude technique.
But he hadn't realized that it was a form of "imitation"—and revenge!
Corrupted Abominations rarely possessed intelligent thought.
They acted only on instinct, destroying and laying waste to everything around them.
But Jack the Ripper had probably also been driven by revenge.
His indiscriminate killing was meant to make him stronger, so he could take revenge.
Not only against the organization,
but against "everything" he saw.
In the end, that wasn't all that different from simply destroying everything.
"Mission complete. Return to the train car to go back to the real world."
As Chu Chongtian shouted, a message appeared in his mind.
It was a strange sensation, somewhere between language and writing.
They told Tang Luo and the others that the mission to find Jack the Ripper was complete.
Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian were overjoyed.
They had thought they would have to kill Jack the Ripper to complete the mission.
They never expected it to be complete just like that.
But... when they returned to the carriage, would it be the same one they had arrived in?
"Do we have to reach some special place before we can return?" Chu Chongtian asked.
Shouldn't a pillar of light descend as soon as they completed the mission, sending them back and healing their injuries?
"I've never experienced it myself, but I've heard people talk about it." The smile vanished from Zhou Zhenguo's face, replaced by a grave expression. "This isn't good news."
Clearly, the journey back would likely bring more danger.
They had only driven Jack the Ripper away for now.
"Let's go!"
Zhou Zhenguo took a deep breath and ran toward the tomb chamber where they had first appeared.
Once they entered the tomb chamber and then the downward stairway, they could return to the carriage and finally leave this place.
There had been seven of them when they arrived.
By the time they returned, there would probably be only three.
Zhou Zhenguo sighed inwardly.
The light that had been gradually fading from his body suddenly flared, forming a curtain of light.
Zhou Zhenguo felt as if he'd been struck by a heavy hammer.
His body flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground!
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