Chapter 27 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

Finally, Li Liang managed to stop the horses under a big tree by the road—a barely adequate place to avoid the snowstorm.

Li Liang knocked on the carriage door and shouted, “Master, things are not looking good. The snow is too heavy, let’s hide here first! Let me go in.”

The carriage was not big and could barely seat four people.

“Master?”

After knocking on the door a few times, there was no response from the carriage.

Li Liang looked into the dirty glass window suspiciously.

There were indeed three people sitting inside. Were they asleep?

Was that right?

The feeling of fear was like the snowflakes falling on the ground, beginning to pile up bit by bit, and starting to occupy Li Liang’s heart.

After swallowing his saliva, Li Liang pulled out his pistol. He placed his other hand on the door handle and pulled it outwards.

The resistance that he expected was not there.

The door opened easily, and Li Liang saw three people sitting in the compartment.

But these three people were not Tang Luo and the rest.

They were strangers!

No, not complete strangers. They were the three patrol police officers that they had seen when they had passed the manor just now.

When did this swap happen?

Li Liang got a fright and pulled the trigger instinctively.

The bullets fired into the narrow carriage.

Li Liang saw the blood bursting out from the three people, but they remained motionless in their original sitting posture.

Six rounds of bullets were quickly used up, and clacking sounds echoed. This reminded Li Liang, who was instinctively pulling the trigger that he was out of bullets.

He threw the revolver into the carriage, turned, and ran.

Before he could take a few steps, a hand reached out from behind Li Liang, pressing on his shoulder.

He felt a huge force as his body was pulled back and smashed onto the ground. He saw gray snowflakes flying around him and felt a burning pain in his back.

Li Liang, lying on his back on the ground, saw three faces appearing above his head. Three faces that should have died after being struck by the bullets.

They stood and bent over slightly, staring at Li Liang from above.

They had dull, expressionless eyes, like dead people or puppets, and a rusty dagger in their hands.

Upon further look, Li Liang saw that the mottle on the daggers was not only rust but also bloodstains. He could even smell the blood on them.

‘The daggers shouldn’t be fake and be some kind of illusion, right?

‘Jack the Ripper can simultaneously possess three people? And he can still control their bodies?

‘If he can control the possessed body, why did he run away after getting beaten to death by Uncle Zhou that night?

‘When did Master and the rest disappear?’

In an instant, Li Liang’s mind was filled with doubts. His thoughts flashed quickly like a revolving lantern, but he was unable to answer those doubts.

Suddenly, the first dagger came down.

Li Liang’s body glowed, forming a screen of light to block that dagger.

There was no time to release or control his emotions.

The second dagger fell, as the screen of light shook and dimmed.

At the same time, the third dagger penetrated the light curtain.

Li Liang’s body trembled, like a fish that just landed on the ground, flapping around.

After that, he stopped struggling.

The blood stained the gray snow red and turned black.

“What a heavy snowfall.”

Chu Chongtian looked at the carriage window beside him. Due to the heavy grey snow, he couldn’t even see the scenery on the road’s sides.

Dong, dong!

Zhou Zhenguo knocked twice on the carriage wall and shouted, “Little Li, stop the carriage and come in to hide. The snow is too heavy!”

What answered him were the cries of the horses.

The carriage swayed as the horses suddenly started to increase their speed.

Before Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian could stabilize themselves, they wobbled and bumped their heads together, and saw stars dancing in front of their eyes.

The carriage was shaking violently. It felt like sitting on a mad bull.

“Jump off the carriage.”

Tang Luo opened his eyes and smacked the carriage door.

After shaking his head, Zhou Zhenguo was the first to jump. He fell on the ground, covered with gray snowflakes, not knowing if he was injured.

Chu Chongtian gritted his teeth and jumped after him. That expression was obviously much uglier than Zhou Zhenguo’s.

With a grunt, he almost hit the carriage wheel.

Tang Luo was not in a hurry to jump. He peeked out, halfway out of the carriage, and looked in front.

Li Liang, who had been driving, had unknowingly disappeared.

After a short pause, Tang Luo took a step forward and landed directly on the ground. As if he was getting off from a stationary carriage, visibly unaffected.

When he turned to see the carriage, the two wildly galloping horses had disappeared into the snowstorm with the carriage.

After taking a glance, Tang Luo turned back and walked in the same direction as before.

After walking for about ten minutes, Tang Luo saw Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian, who had already linked up with each other.

Both looked a little dejected.

Fortunately, apart from some bruises on their bodies, they were generally fine. Their pain would subside within the next hour or so. They would be fine after taking a rest.