With the whisper of this soul from an unknown existence, the old London in the dream unfolded to Meng Haoran.

However, the first sentence of this old London dock made Meng Haoran feel that things were not so simple, a line of crooked English written in blood on the stone wall of the dock.

A simple passage written on the stone wall says that old London is Yanan, don't try to find the truth, because all the pursuit of the truth belongs to the scene of a dream.

You can't guarantee that the truth you know is the real truth, because they are all revealed to you in fragments in dreams!

It's like your own memory is complete, but it's now smashed to pieces and then rearranged in the other order.

Who knows this passage, Meng Haoran's reading gradually disappeared, as if it never existed.

Is this Old London or Yanan?

Meng Haoran didn't really care about all this, it just needed to know that this was on the second floor of London.

After walking up the narrow pier, the front is blocked by a huge three-story building, and what is even more strange is that this kind of building actually has a back door.

Meng Haoran took out his axe for self-defense, and then opened the door with a slight force, and it seemed that there was no lock.

This is a utility room, and there is a wheelchair in it, because it is particularly dark here, so Meng Haoran did not see the style of this wheelchair clearly.

There was also a side door to get out of this utility room, and when Meng Haoran walked out, he could see that the building had been burned to the ground, and there were traces of being washed away by the flood everywhere.

Skirting the ruins of the ground, there was a scorched tree in front of it, the ground full of flood marks and unusually damp and moss-filled.

It seems that it should have been a square before, with a number of intermittent guardrails, made up of square stone pillars carved into small circular pools, which were connected by the iron fences to form a guardrail.

Meng Haoran was particularly familiar with this scene, because he had killed a werewolf in this place.

Meng Haoran looked back suddenly, oh my God, isn't this Joseph's Clinic?

Whether this is old London or Yanan, Joseph's Clinic, which exists in the future, has been destroyed in the past.

This discovery made Meng Haoran deeply doubt, did all this really happen in the order of the timeline?

Meng Haoran has a kind of science fiction thinking at the moment, if there is an unknown existence, this existence can transcend time and space.

This being manipulated everything, first causing the first massive plague outbreak in London in 1819, and using some unknown method to bring the Church of Healing to this timeline.

The Old London in front of the Second is not very different from the Victorian timeline, and when the plague event in the Third London is completely out, and all the characters who need to play various roles in the whole event are in place, the existence of this position opens up the bestiality virus of Second London.

So far, Meng Haoran's science fiction thinking has been limited to this, because now Meng Haoran has not thoroughly explored this place, nor has he found the way to the Holy Grail London.

And for Byron Weis, the source of everything in the entire bloodborne curse, it is even more in a fog.

In Meng Haoran's view, this is more like a game in which the cause is deduced from the result, and all this is like a greedy snake.

Every decision we make now affects the formation of a cause, if in the real game of Bloodline Curse there is a cause, although this result is not necessarily the truth of history.

Then the bloodborne curse of this real dream world in front of you is a grand game to deduce the cause from the result.

Meng Haoran seemed to have an idea at this moment, that is, the Holy Grail London and Byron Worth never existed, because everything here was in a dream, and it would be calculated in real time according to people's actions.

Meng Haoran shook his head vigorously and threw out the wild ideas in his mind, maybe in the end, all this was really just a dream of his own.

The ornate carriages had become incomparably accomplished, and some of them had been burned to pieces.

Meng Haoran even found a few gold coins in these carriages, which shows how hurried the people were at that time.

Meng Haoran threw the gold coin into the Ninth Book of Art, after all, this powerful item can bring the items in the game to the real world.

said that in the real world, he is just an orphan living in a dilapidated house, and the admission notice for the college entrance examination has not yet been issued.

However, the Department of Archaeology of Imperial Capital University, which has been an unpopular major for 10,000 years, is really looking forward to it.

Everything in old London is religious, and Meng Haoran can see all kinds of carved religious allusions on these Gothic-pointed buildings.

There were already a lot of Big Ben clocks in London at this time, but now they may no longer be as useful as they should be!

At this time, Meng Haoran noticed that the blood-colored moon in the sky gradually climbed to the center of the sky, as if she was the brightest star in this sky, or she was the superior who was guarded by the stars.

At this time, the whole of Old London, or Yanan, erupted into a number of terrible roars, which seemed to tell the world about the beginning of the night of the hunt.

With this roar, Meng Haoran found that a figure was flashing in the broken building in front of him, Meng Haoran walked over with the axe in his hand, if it was in the past, Meng Haoran would definitely scream in fright for this kind of scene, but now she won't because she is a hunter.

The man behind the ruins suddenly began to speak: Don't, don't kill me, I'm Gilbert and used to be an extrovert!

I came here to avoid the beast tide, but I didn't expect a more serious beast virus to break out here.

From the heavy smell of blood on your weapon, I know you're a hunter.

Have you found the Pale Blood?

Haha, it looks like you didn't find it.

Without pale blood, man would go mad.

Meng Haoran asked calmly: What happened here?

Gilbert was singing like a poet at this time:

In October 1789 the sky was clear, and the boundless tide of beasts spread over the whole United Kingdom!

It is said that London is the last holy place, with the pale blood of the old gods who can cure the beastly virus.

But after coming here, there was nothing.

There is no pale blood, there is no healing of the church.

Some are just blood-colored moons without day and night, some are just meat saws, axes, and great swords that can slay giants.

Some were bloody brutal hunters who hid their bodies in trench coats, some wore leather three-cornered hats, some wrapped their heads under masks made of gold, and some wrapped themselves in a strange black mask, a mask like a pig's nose that had never been seen before.

There is another type of hunter who is like a crow in the night, but they do not hunt strangers, they seem to hunt only hunters.

Meng Haoran keenly grasped a sentence at this time: Has the entire United Kingdom had a beast tide?

Gilbert said madly: Yes, the whole world has broken out except the old East, and London is the last hope, but this hope is also extinct.

I once called this hope Yanan, but it was dashed.

At this time, Gilbert slowly walked out of it, a monster with a pale body and a huge head, Gilbert's head was like an exploding cauliflower.

It seems that someone once covered Gilbert's head with a white cloth to wrap it, but now this white cloth has long since been dyed blood red.

Gilbert roared like madness: I can't see it, neither the blood-red moon nor the sun.

I could only smell the fishy smell in the air, no, I couldn't smell it either, it was just fragments of my memory.

Come on the original hunters, kill me.

In contrast to this brutal existence, death is eternal.

The most cruel thing is that in this world of memory fragments, we cannot be killed by ordinary people.

The reincarnation that we participated in over and over again, we were subjected to the brutal slaughter of hunters over and over again.

Come, the first hunters have killed me and given me a taste of eternal tranquility.

At this time, the soul whisper composed of the natural frequencies of the entire universe that came from the deepest part of the universe and was released echoed in Meng Haoran's ears again.

Whether killed by the original hunter in any dream, one can permanently transcend reincarnation.

Because the original hunter can exist in the past, present and future at the same time, being killed by the original hunter is equivalent to disappearing into all time and space at the same time.

If you have to describe this ability, it's called a hang-up or a golden finger in the fashionable words of your world.

This ability allows prey that will never be able to escape reincarnation to choose to give up when faced with your attack.

Meng Haoran couldn't stand this voice anymore at this time, and asked loudly: Who are you?

The voice from the soul still whispered in Meng Haoran's ear: Oh, this question is very wonderful about who I am.

I am an existence outside the space-time continuum, I am an existence outside all time and space in this universe, and I am not bound by anything.

I don't have any name, and I don't know who I am.

All I know is that I am an all-knowing and all-seeing being.

I'm like a puppet endowed with great powers, I don't need to think or even have my own thoughts.

Oh, how pathetic I am.

Poor me am sitting alone next to a door at the moment, please forgive me for lying, in fact I am formless and insubstantial, I cannot sit next to any door.

Meng Haoran finally raised the axe in his hand and finished off Gilbert.

At the time of Gilbert's death, he was so calm that he didn't even say a word, perhaps the man who was born a poet had become averse to talking.

Even when the soul was about to be liberated, he was reluctant to say a word, he had already said too much in this long cycle.

Perhaps Gilbert is the epitome of the whole Bloodborne curse, about which one is the soul or the body, which is what we are after.

When a long life is a torture for the human soul, do you choose to give up your body?

What form does the superior actually take?

Do those who have bodies represent a failure on the evolutionary path?

All these mysteries seem to be pressed on 18-year-old Meng Haoran, maybe this is very unfair, but what things in life are fair?