Rose's suggestion is very sensible - for ordinary people, staying in Moonlight Street for a long time is definitely not a smart choice.

But Pan Long is no ordinary person, whether it is the overly bright moonlight, the distorted scenery in the depths of the alley, or the shadowy figures approaching.

He didn't care.

These things are not very rare in the Kyushu world. Whether it's a ghost or a professional sorcerer, you can toss it out.

Even Pan Long himself can rely on the imitation of the Classic of Mountains and Seas on his body to play a real version of "Ghost Hitting the Wall", trapping the enemy in a boundless illusory world until he dies.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

Rose's head was like a chick pecking rice.

Pan Long smiled: "With me, don't be afraid." ”

Rose pouted: "There used to be a big guy who liked to say that. ”

"And then?"

Then he disappeared one day and never reappeared. "A lot of people say he was taken away by the Bureau. ”

"The Anti-Suppression Bureau is so fierce?" Pan Long asked.

"It's not just 'fierce'!" Rose's voice immediately rose a little, "They're terrifying!"

I don't know if it's because her voice is too loud, but the speed at which those illusory figures get closer to this side suddenly becomes much faster. Rose was frightened and ran quickly towards the exit of Moonlight Street.

Pan Long shook his head, didn't stop him, and walked out with her.

The two stood at the entrance to the moonlit street, chatting as they looked at the twisted and strange appearance of the strange street.

"The people of the Anti-Suppression Bureau always appear out of nowhere, and every time they appear, they take someone away without saying anything...... Or some people. Those who dare to resist will be killed on the spot. Almost all of those who were taken away disappeared and never reappeared. Rose whispered, "Legend has it that they raised man-eating monsters, and often caught people, just to feed them." ”

She obviously believed in this legend, and her voice trembled a little when she talked about the Anti-Suppression Bureau feeding the monsters with living people.

"What kind of monster is that? Does anyone know?"

Rose struggled to remember for a while, and said, "It seems to be called 'thirsty'...... Sir, listen to the name? It doesn't sound like a good thing, it must have to drink human blood to satisfy its thirst. ”

Pan Long thought about it, there seems to be such a summon in the game, and it seems that he is still a big guy of the "name" (god) level. It's just this thing...... Does it eat people?

Well, it does seem like cannibalism. If something goes wrong with the summoning ritual, if it is not repatriated in time, it is really possible that it will eat a cultist.

In the game, this is true for many summons. If the summoning ritual is done properly, then it is controllable and even communicative. But if something goes wrong with the summoning ceremony, it's either repatriation or ...... will eat people.

On the contrary, only a very small number of summons will accept the summons honestly and will not lose control and eat people.

He remembers...... It seems that there is a woman wearing sunglasses, who is one of the very few summons that does not eat people.

It's just that I don't remember the name, it should be a bit long, it seems to be called "Delisa" or something......?

Something seems wrong, alas, forget it, I'll have time to ask Miss Moran, maybe she knows.

"The Anti-Suppression Bureau uses living people to raise monsters, doesn't anyone go to trouble them?" asked Pan Long.

"Who will stop the pastime of the old man?" asked Rose rhetorically, "I have heard that the lord of the East will occasionally climb to a high place and practice his archery with the citizens, but I have not heard of anyone who cares." ”

Pan Long was speechless, he felt that what this little girl said seemed to be really reasonable.

Although the timing is a bit crooked, it ...... This has indeed happened in the East!

The two were chatting, and Pan Long was suddenly stunned and turned his head to look at the other side.

In the far side of the street, a group of people were hurrying up.

Among that group of people, there were a few strong men who had just escaped.

"Someone is coming. He said, "It seems that those people just now brought a group of helpers." ”

Rose was taken aback, "What? 'Thick-armed Kyle' has more of his henchmen, and when did he become so powerful?"

"What did you provoke them?" Pan Long asked.

"I've stolen five shillings from him!" cried Rose, "for five shillings, he's been chasing me for two hours with three men. And now you have to bring another group of men to hunt me down?five shillings!"

Apparently she hadn't intended to stay here and die, she turned and ran off into the distance.

Pan Long didn't chase after her, but just left a mark on her clothes with his true qi.

This mark can exist for about five or six days, and the sensing range is very large, as long as it is within a radius of ten miles, he can accurately sense it. Even if he was within a radius of ten miles, if he was within a range of two or three hundred miles, he could feel a vague direction.

With this mark, he should have no problem finding this clever and talkative little girl as a guide again.

Pan Long watched Rose run away, but he stood there motionless. After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps approached, and the group of people came to the front.

The strange thing is that in this group of people, wearing old clothes, it seems that they know that they are mixed with the violence group of the lower class, and there are still only those four big men.

In addition, there was a group of black police uniforms with wide belts around their waists, iron-gray yarme hats with insignia, each with a knife and gun around their waists, and many of them carrying large boxes that did not look like ordinary people.

Among these people, there was a mustache who didn't look easy to get along with, and looked at Pan Long coldly.

Just by making eye contact with him, Pan Long felt the word "trouble".

This man was neatly dressed, and even his hair was neatly combed, and at first glance he knew that he was a person who followed the rules. And his eyes were cold, and there were some small scars on his face, revealing a strong and fierce smell.

He looked at Pan Long's gaze, very unfriendly. The look looked as if he had already regarded Pan Long as a criminal and was ready to be arrested at any time.

"An Oriental. In an unpleasant tone, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Pan Long turned his head away, not bothering to pay attention to him at all.

Instead of wasting time with this kind of goods, it is better to study and study while the moonlight street is still there.

He walked towards the moonlit street, but before he could take his first step, he heard someone shouting behind him: "It is forbidden to step into the invisible place without permission!"

Pan Long didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

The wind sounded, and a black chain flew towards him from behind. If he didn't dodge, the chain would grab his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Pan Long frowned, raised his left hand, and grabbed the chain.

The chains were cold to the touch, colder than ordinary steel, as if they had just been taken out of the ice, and the cold was almost able to soak through the bone marrow.

If it were an ordinary person, just touching this chain might cause frostbite.

Pan Long frowned.

If he was an ordinary person and was put around his neck by this chain, his life might be in danger!

"What do you mean by that?" he asked coldly, looking back at the guys who were clearly not serious cops.

Some of the policemen pulled out their guns, some of them took out all sorts of strange props, and they all looked at him viciously.

The mustachioed policeman who knew it was troublesome by looking at his eyes smiled and asked, "Do you know where this is?"

"London. ”

"Yes, this is the capital of the British Empire, and in front of you are the enforcers of the British Empire!" the mustachioed policeman's voice was a little louder, "You have no right to ask us questions, on the contrary, you have the obligation to answer all our questions truthfully!

Pan Long smiled: "I think I know who you are, the Anti-Suppression Bureau, right?"

The policemen didn't answer.

"Why did the Bureau here?" Pan Long asked, "I don't see anything in this place that the Bureau should care about." ”

"Moonlight Street is a distorted location created by the combination of human and wandering, and once it appears, the Anti-Suppression Bureau will monitor it and prevent anyone from entering it by mistake. "It doesn't matter if the man is an ordinary man passing by by by or a heretic with a bad heart." ”

"What if someone strays in?"

"Ordinary people's words need to be erased of relevant memories. Heretic's words......" the mustachioed policeman laughed, and his smile was very unpleasant, "do you want to know? ”

Pan Long shook his head: "I don't want to know at all, after all, there is nothing new under the sun." I've seen a lot of things like this in the East. ”

The mustachioed policeman sneered: "Okay, Oriental, come with us." ”

"Huh, are you sure I'm an infidel?"

"To be able to hold the chains of the 'cold iron' for so long, and not to be frozen in the slightest, is either a charismatic like us or a heretic. The mustachioed policeman said coldly, "I don't see that you have received the slightest bit of divine grace!"

"That's wrong, I've really been gifted. Pan Long smiled, and the silver light flashed in his hand, and there was an extra silver cup that was large enough to hold a large bottle of wine.

In the moonlight, the cup emitted a wonderful white light, and just looking at it, one felt warm and peaceful inside, and all negative thoughts were fading and gradually falling into peace and beauty.

For a while, not to mention the four strong men, even the eyes of the police officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau became calm and peaceful.

This is the evidence of my divine grace. Pan Long said, "I think, as Englishmen, you should be able to recognize what this is, right?"

The mustachioed policeman's eyes also changed, but instead of becoming calm and peaceful, he showed a look of shock: "Holy Grail?! This is a Holy Grail, or something like that!"

Quite simply, this is the cup that Jesus Christ used to meet with His disciples during his mission in Jerusalem. "At that time, they poured a bottle of wine into this cup, and Jesus presided over the prayer, and then distributed the wine to everyone." ”

"Such a holy relic should not fall into the hands of infidels!" the mustachioed policeman's eyes showed greed, "Hand it over!

Pan Long laughed: "What's the matter? Seeing the holy relics, you still want to commit murder? Or do you think that I, who is holding the holy relics, really can't do anything about you junior?"

He stomped his foot slightly, and his true qi passed down the ground and exploded at the feet of the mustachioed policeman.

The mustachioed policeman reacted very quickly, and the moment his anger exploded, he had already withdrawn and retreated, retreating several steps in a row.

His steps were a little staggering because he was retreating too fast, but he still managed to stand firm.

His gaze fell to the place where he had just been fighting, and the bricks on the ground were blasted, revealing a palm-sized hole.

If he hadn't retreated just now, he would have at least made a big fall and lost face now.

This made his eyes more and more fierce, and in an instant, he made up his mind and shouted, "Shoot!"

The police of the Anti-Suppression Bureau opened fire one after another, and the gunfire was continuous.

Pan Long frowned and snorted coldly, and the powerful True Qi turned into an invisible wall in front of him.

One bullet after another hit the wall of the True Qi, and its speed immediately decreased, as if it had been shot into a viscous liquid.

In the blink of an eye, they stopped in front of Pan Long, unable to advance even further.

The police officers were shocked - it was not that they had never fought against vicious infidels, but it was the first time they had encountered such a powerful character who could block a dozen large-caliber revolver bullets without moving.

The mustachioed policeman also frowned and ordered: "The appearance of Qizhi." ”

A policeman immediately unfastened his clothes, revealing mottled scars like tree branches, and chanted a mysterious incantation.

Along with his incantation, a purple glow appeared in the air, as if the air had cracked a wound, as if someone had opened a portal to a certain direction.

This branch-like brilliance quickly spread in front of Pan Long, and the wall of True Qi that could withstand bullets was easily torn apart by it, and it couldn't hold on even for a moment.

Pan Long frowned, and his body suddenly disappeared, appearing more than a dozen steps away.

The purple glow of the branches was still spreading, but it couldn't keep up with him.

After a few seconds, the policeman with the scars on his body suddenly screamed in pain, blood flowed from his nose, his face turned gray, and he staggered to the ground.

The purple glow vanished, and nothing seemed to have happened in the air, except for the strange power that was still vibrating.

The policeman next to him quickly turned his body over, lay him flat, and took out a bottle of bright red liquid and poured it into his mouth.

Pan Long looked at all this, his brows furrowed,

He could clearly smell the smell of blood, as well as the scent of herbs.

The "potion" that the policeman was poured just now was made by soaking herbs in blood.

"I heard that the Anti-Suppression Bureau fed monsters with living people, and I thought it was a rumor. He said coldly, "Now it seems that it may not be a rumor." I'm not surprised that you guys eat people!"