Chapter 56 You are delighted to hear…

Yeats looked at Madeleine, or Mrs. Boyle, with cold eyes.

“She’s a Ligeia,” he repeated, “and she knows a forbidden mystery, and when she dies she’s resurrected in another human body, kind of like a moth hatching from a silkworm’s chrysalis. She The present body is just a cocoon, and the real she lives in the cocoon, and when the time is right, she will break out of the cocoon. She will shed the madeleine’s skin and become what she really is. I think, she It should turn into a young Mrs. Boyle.”

Duan Feizhuo just felt creepy.

So it wasn’t Madeleine who killed Mrs Boyle, but the other way around?

So Mrs Boyle…is she the last member of the Scarlet Feast? !

Madame Madeline-Boyle pursed her lips and smiled.

“As expected of a great poet and a great writer, she understands so clearly.” She opened her hands, “I didn’t want to treat Madeleine like this, but this child is quite talented, so it’s not a bad idea to let her inherit my mantle. But sometimes things are so coincidental. I have been looking for the “Ligeia Art” for a long time, but found nothing. Until that day, I saw the doll of the resurgent Jenny in the secret realm trading company. She is a Ligeia, I guess she must have hidden the secret technique in the doll. But I couldn’t afford the doll, so I could only sigh in dismay, but I didn’t expect the honorable owner of the trading house to ask me to buy the phantom phosphorus butterfly powder, and was even willing to use the doll in exchange Don’t you think this is a hint from God? I need something, and something just happens to appear in front of my eyes, and I just need to reach out and grab it! So why don’t I grab it!”

Duan Feizhuo was extremely angry and regretful at the same time. At the beginning, he agreed to exchange the doll of the resurgent Jenny for the phantom phosphorus butterfly powder, but he did not expect that this would kill Madeleine!

The girl in the secret trading house relied so much on her mentor, but how did she know that her mentor only used her as a tool to rejuvenate from the beginning!

Mrs. Boyle raised her palm to Yeats, “I admire your literary talent very much. It’s a pity to kill you, but I’m sorry, please die!”

The fox cape rushed towards Yeats with lightning speed!

Yeats looked solemn and fearless. While chanting the spell, he waved the staff of civilization, and used the invisible air current to fend off the attack of the fox cape.

Not to be outdone, Mrs. Boyle recited a complex spell.

Duan Feizhuo looked downstairs, and something came out from behind the stage.

At first he thought it was a human being, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it was a theater costume.

One costume after another seemed to have gained life, and they rushed towards them with all their teeth and claws.

He immediately drew energy to meet him. The costumes were far less agile than Fox Cape, and he knocked down several with ease.

Yet there are too many of them. When one is repelled, another one will follow immediately, and the flow is endless!

A pirate used its iron hand to hook Duan Feizhuo’s wrist, pulling him towards the railing of the box.

Duan Feizhuo jumped directly from the railing.

This is the fourth floor! Although not high, it can also hurt!

He hurriedly turned his palms down, trying to convert the potential energy of his fall into other energy.

He didn’t know if this would be successful, but at the moment of life and death, he had to try!

At the moment of energy conversion, Duan Feizhuo obviously felt that the speed of falling slowed down.

He landed lightly like a feather.

Yet he has not become safer. There were only more costumes floating downstairs than upstairs, and he fell into the vast ocean as soon as he landed!

Duan Feizhuo clenched his teeth. He needs the Sword in the Stone so badly. If he immediately entered the secret trading house, picked up the sword in the stone and returned quickly, would there still be time?

Just as he was thinking, a silver light came through the air, cutting a piece of clothing that was trying to sneak attack him in two.

Z walks towards him. The blade of the Night Watchman’s right arm was broken, and the blade of his left arm was notched. His overcoat was missing, his shirt was torn in several places, and a bright red bloodstain crossed his cheek, but it did not damage his beauty, but added a trace of murderousness to his handsome face.

“Where’s the Red Death?” Duan Feizhuo called out.

“Torn to shreds.” Z said coldly, “Why are you still here? Why didn’t you send rescuers?”

“It’s a long story!” Duan Feizhuo pushed back another costume, “The culprit is Madeleine, no, Mrs. Boyle, she’s upstairs!”

“…Who is with whom?” The two unfamiliar names made Z a little confused.

“She is the last member of the Scarlet Feast!”

With a loud noise, Yeats also fell downstairs.

Duan Feizhuo immediately pointed at him to slow down his falling speed. But it was too late, Yeats still hit the ground hard despite having a buffer.

The poet struggled to get up, but fell down quickly. He knelt down on one knee, supporting his body with a staff of civilization.

He looked at Z, and Z looked at him. At this moment, without any words, Z understood his identity.

“…your good poet friend!” Z gritted his teeth.

“I’m afraid this is not a good time to arrest me, Mr. Detective.” Yeats wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, “It’s a long story about my identity. The most important thing we should do now is to work together to deal with that guy.”

Mrs. Boyle fell lightly, her skirt fluttering without wind, like an oversized jellyfish.

The costumes manipulated by her are like a group of ghosts, surrounding them.

Mrs. Boyle looked at the three of them, and on Madeleine’s childish girl’s face, there was a hint of surprise, but also joy, as if someone had given an unexpected gift.

“I didn’t expect you to be able to defeat my talisman.”

Z no longer focuses on Yeats, but faces Mrs. Boyle in the air.

“I’ll deal with that woman.” He said, “Go and evacuate those people backstage, and then call the night policemen outside to come in for support.”

Duan Feizhuo looked around at the costumes. If you want to go to the background, you must break through their encirclement. And once they leave, Z can only face the costume and Mrs. Boyle alone.

“I will stay, and Mr. Yeats will go backstage,” he said to the poet.

“But…” Yeats was uneasy.

Duan Feizhuo interrupted him, “I want to attack with fire, and there can be no civilians in the theater.”

Yeats blinked, and immediately understood what he meant. Those costumes are also rune spirits manipulated by Mrs. Boyle. Although their abilities are inferior to those of the Red Death, they are superior in numbers. If they go forward one after another, it may be difficult to parry them with a sword alone.

The best way is to attack with fire. Costumes are nothing more than fabrics, which can burn at the touch of a button, and it is more convenient to burn them with a fire. But the theater is also full of flammable materials. Wooden stages, curtains, carpets, seat cushions… While the fire is attacking the costumes, it is very likely that the entire theater will be engulfed in flames.

And there are still some actors in the backstage of the theater who have not escaped. How could they know what happened outside and they were still waiting for the police to investigate the case. In order not to accidentally injure ordinary people, the fire attack can only be used after they are evacuated.

Yeats was injured and forced to stay and fight side by side with them, maybe he would become a burden. It is most appropriate for him to evacuate those actors.

He and Duan Feizhuo exchanged affirmative glances, nodded, “I will come back to assist you after the civilians are evacuated.”

Duan Feizhuo smiled. Where did he expect Yeats to come back? The poet had better escape as far away as possible. Z already knew his identity. After Mrs. Boyle was dealt with, he should be dealt with later. His return is like throwing himself into a trap.

“I’ll cover you, let’s go!”

The three acted simultaneously.

Z raised his sword and rushed towards Mrs. Boyle, while Yeats turned back and ran backstage. Costumes surrounded him, trying to block his way. Duan Feizhuo jumped behind Yeats and opened a way for him.

He draws power from the brass ring, disturbing the air around him. A gust of wind wrapped around Yeats’ body, shielding him from the costumes around him. He rushed out of the encirclement and entered the backstage through the entrance on the side of the stage.

The costumes wanted to chase Yeats, but Duan Feizhuo stopped them.

He strengthened his hearing, and Yeats’ shout came from afar.

“There are murderers lurking in the theater! The police are dealing with it! Please take refuge quickly, all troupe members!”

There was a mess of shouts, footsteps, someone knocked things over, someone cried. But the sound quickly faded away, and Yeats managed to lead them out of the theater.

In the theatre, Z and Mrs. Boyle were fighting. Mrs. Boyle’s fox shawl was cut in two by his sword. She took off the bracelet again, and with a slight shake, a sword appeared.

Last time in the trading house, her weapon was this sword. Duan Feizhuo remembered that this sword was no match for Sword in the Stone. He began to miss the noisy guy again.

“Z! I’m going to set fire!” he shouted.

“Hurry up!” Z roared.

There is very little energy left in the brass ring. If he had known this, he should have prepared a few more rings.

Duan Feizhuo extracted the remaining energy at one time, turned it into heat and pushed it to the surrounding costumes. A long tulle dress “popped” into flames, and within seconds, the flames spread to the surrounding costumes.

The heat generated by the combustion happened to become Duan Feizhu’s weapon again. While absorbing the heat, he turned the heat back into flames, spreading it to more costumes.

A costume floating in mid-air lost control of the secret technique and fell like a kite with a broken string, just hitting the stage curtain.

In an instant, the flames engulfed the curtain.

If there is a fire inspection in this era, this theater will definitely not pass.

The burning costumes landed one after another. It seems that as long as they are damaged to a certain extent, even Mrs. Boyle can no longer control them.

Seeing her talismans disappearing into the flames one by one, Mrs. Boyle was not in a hurry, but smiled a little.

“This fire is just what I want! Wouldn’t it be nice to burn all the evidence with one fire?”

She laughed out loud.

Z struck with a sword, she snapped her fingers, and flew up into the sky.

But she is not floating in the air. She reversed gravity and stood on the ceiling as if she were on the ground. Duan Feizhuo has also seen this trick in the secret trading company.

Of course, it is impossible for Z to chase up to the ceiling. He sneered, and spent all his time guarding Mrs. Boyle. She can’t stay on the ceiling forever. When she ran out of energy and had to fall, it was time for Z to make a move.

“Aren’t you afraid to fight me head-on?” Z said sarcastically, “The scarlet feast’s mystic, that’s all he can do? Oh, I forgot, you ran away—you really were a coward.”

Mrs. Boyle did not get angry at all, but smiled sweetly.

“I just can’t bear to hurt you, young man. If I mean that, you can’t even take a blow from me.”

Duan Feizhuo stepped over the flames, ran towards Z, barely stopped beside him. Although the energy in the ring had dried up, he still put on a fighting stance, hoping to frighten Mrs. Boyle.

He taunted, “You can’t even defeat the prey of your Scarlet Feast, how dare you speak such wild words?”

The fire made Mrs. Boyle’s cheeks bright and dark, as if wearing a strange mask.

“At that time, my body was old and my strength was weak, and I was no match for that little prey. But now it is different. I have returned to the peak of my strength! Today I want to get back all the things I missed before! The power of all mystics at the Scarlet Feast, Your power—and you!”

She clenches her fist towards Z.

Z raised his eyebrows “Do I know you?”

Mrs. Boyle strolled across the ceiling as if this were not a burning theater but her back garden.

“Of course. But it’s not my current appearance. If I hadn’t changed my body and remained the same as before, you might have recognized it. Although I have aged a lot compared to the last time we met.”

Her tone became sweeter.

Z followed Mrs. Boyle and walked around the theater.

“who are you?”

“We’re old friends!” Mrs. Boyle laughed. “Just think about it again. Just to give you a hint, I used to be a nurse.”

Z’s breath stagnates.

“You are…”

Duan Feizhuo raised his eyes and stared at the woman on the ceiling, terrified.

Women related to Z, nurses, mystics.

He happens to know one person who meets these three conditions at the same time.

She is…

The nurse who reformed Z?

The age is right. Z was transformed during the Crimean War, and at Mrs. Boyle’s age, it is entirely possible that she participated in that war.

The nurse had fled the hospital, but the night police were unable to apprehend her. That is to say, after she escaped, she first hid in Switzerland and got acquainted with the grandfather of the Melun siblings. She returned to London after dodging the limelight, later joining the Scarlet Feast, and escaping the day Duncan McLean went on a killing spree?

Later, she became Miss Madeleine’s godmother and mentor, and became a customer of the secret trading house, and finally took away the girl’s body by using the goods bought from the trading house.

Z’s eyes, which had just regained sight, were firmly fixed on Mrs. Boyle, and his canthus was about to split.

Duan Feizhuo had never seen him exuding such intense hatred.

In an instant, Z seemed to turn back into the young man who had just woken up from the basement, and would slaughter everything around him in madness and anger.

Mrs. Boyle chuckled, “It seems that you remembered. It’s been a long time. I thought you were dead. The newspaper said that the field hospital was attacked and there were no survivors. I thought you were among them. I have been sad for a long time when I heard that news. You are one of my most outstanding works, so it would be a pity to disappear like that.”

She kicked her feet, jumped down from the ceiling, and landed lightly.

The flaming costume was summoned by her, surrounded the three of them, twisting and twisting in strange postures, like spectators in a frenzy.

The theater turned into a huge stage at this moment, and the three of them were the actors on the stage.

“It’s beyond my expectation that you joined the Night Watchman.” Mrs. Boyle said, “But it’s true, besides the Night Watchman, who else would take in a monster like you?”

The hot wind lifted Z’s silver hair. Duan Feizhuo was worried that he would rush up to fight Mrs. Boyle, so he hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

“Z, don’t be impulsive. There is a secret barrier around her, and you will suffer.”

“I know.” Z didn’t move, stubbornly enduring the urge to tear his enemy into pieces.

Mrs. Boyle looked at him appreciatively, “After so many years, I have grown old, but you are still young. Is it due to the crystallization of ether in your heart? It seems that my original prediction was not wrong. If I had known this plan would If it succeeds, I don’t have to go to any trouble to join the Scarlet Feast, and poor Madeleine won’t die.”

Duan Feizhuo was so disgusted that he almost vomited. If he understood correctly, Mrs. Boyle transformed Z’s body not only to complete his father’s mission, but also to—

“Do you want to live forever?” He asked slowly, “You made Z look like this just to use him as a test subject?”

“We each take what we need.” Mrs. Boyle shrugged, “His father wanted his son to be born again, and I needed to find an experimental product to test my new research, so we hit it off. It’s a pity that the experiment went wrong in the end, and he Immediately after waking up, I went crazy. So I had to give up this path and find another way to live longer.”

So, she joined the Crimson Feast. Jack the Ripper joined to taste the taste of human flesh, and she joined to find a way to regain youth.

Since ancient times, there has been a legend that bathing in the blood of young girls can keep youth forever. Did she think that by devouring the flesh and blood of supernatural beings, she could steal their time?

But she failed. Duncan McKellen slaughtered the Crimson Feast, and only she and Jack the Ripper narrowly escaped.

But her plan of immortality ultimately succeeded. She used the “Ligeia Technique” on Miss Madeleine, taking the girl’s body as her own.

And she has always been a customer of the Secret Realm Trading Company.

If a customer buys a knife and kills someone with it, should the store be held responsible?

It stands to reason that there is no need, but Duan Feizhuo still feels a burst of self-loathing. He suddenly felt that he had become a hotbed that condoned crime and nourished darkness.

Maybe it was his destiny to set things right when he met Mrs. Boyle here and now.

The hand that was holding the corner of Z’s clothes was held.

“Help me kill her.” Z said viciously.

“Okay.” Duan Feizhuo replied.

There is no energy in his ring, but it doesn’t matter, the theater is blazing, and he can use it at will.

He summoned power to attack the mysterious barrier around Mrs. Boyle.

At the same time, Z flew forward and swung a sharp blade.

Mrs. Boyle chanted the spell aloud as she swung away his attack.

As the incantation burst out word by word, Z’s movements became more and more sluggish.

It’s like a machine isn’t working properly.

“I carved the mystical runes in your prosthetic limb myself, and of course I have a way to disable them!” Mrs. Boyle was triumphant.

She waved her bare hand, and Lie Yan rushed towards Z under her command.

Duan Feizhuo rushed forward with a stride, and activated the opposite secret technique to expel the flames.

Two diametrically opposed energies stirred in the space, and the flame was controlled by Mrs. Boyle for a while, and surrendered to Duan Feizhuo for a while. The two confronted each other, vying for control of the flame.

The energy is tearing at their bodies, like a sharp knife scraping through their skin, tearing at the flames, and at the same time tearing at the surrounding space.

As a mystic, Duan Feizhuo is just a novice, while Mrs. Boyle has accumulated decades of experience.

The sharp energy wind blade cut through Duan Feizhuo’s skin again and again, and soon his shirt was soaked in blood. At the same time, his self-healing ability is constantly healing wounds.

Mrs. Boyle was manipulating energy while chanting spells.

Z knelt on the ground, his lips pursed into a blade, his arms trembling constantly, as if he was enduring great pain. Sweat trickled down his forehead hair, and was evaporated by the high temperature the moment he fell to the ground.

Surging energy hit the ceiling.

With a loud noise, the masonry collapsed, hitting the three people in the theater.

Duan Feizhuo wanted to drive energy to block the falling stones, but he suddenly found that there was no energy for him to absorb.

Mrs. Boyle laughed more and more wantonly. The moment he was distracted just now, all the energy around her was controlled by her, and he couldn’t extract it even if he wanted to.

A boulder was crushed towards them.

The whole theater is about to collapse.

Z was unable to move under the influence of the spell, and Mrs. Boyle was staring at him. Duan Feizhuo had no way to escape with him.

Are they going to die here?

“Leave me alone! Run away!” Z roared.

“No!” Duan Feizhuo shouted subconsciously.

At this time, he touched his pocket.

It contains the magic circle talisman paper from the secret trading company. He never left his body.

Maybe he can escape into the trading house with Z.

As long as the customer channel is not opened, Mrs. Boyle cannot enter.

But the magic circle talisman paper can only be used by the owner of the trading bank, can Z get in?

Even if they escaped in for a while, but Mrs. Boyle is still here, who will deal with her? Any other night men?

Mrs. Boyle thought he had nowhere to escape, so she walked leisurely, holding her bracelet sword.

Duan Feizhuo made a decision in an instant.

He threw the talisman paper on the ground.

Mrs. Boyle stabbed him with a sword like a rainbow.

He raised his left hand and directly blocked the sword. The blade pierced his palm, and blood spattered.

Mrs. Boyle was slightly startled, she didn’t expect him to dare to catch the sword with bare hands.

Of course he dared. Duncan McLean used the same trick. He inherited Duncan’s strength, and this small injury will heal soon afterward.

At the same time, he grabbed Z’s arm with his intact right hand and stepped into the talisman paper of the magic circle.

Mrs. Boyle’s smile froze on her face.

Her two prey were sucked into the talisman paper in front of her.

Duan Feizhuo fell heavily to the ground.

He was greeted by a soft plush rug. He knew he was in the trading house.

What about Z?

Regardless of the pain in his body, he hurriedly got up and looked around.

There was a sound behind him.

Z lay on the carpet, pressing his forehead. “What happened?”

The wound on Duan Feizhuo’s hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The abilities that Duncan McLean had handed over to him were working within him.

“I teleported you to a safe place.”

Z moved his limbs and sat up after confirming that he had not suffered any fatal injuries.

His eyes widened.

He knew where this was without any introduction.

At this moment, the leader of the night policemen was standing in the secret trading house.