The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 209 Hundred Ghosts
The bus stopped, Li Ang bid farewell to the little girl and got off the bus.

He strolled leisurely by the side of the road, gradually blending into the hurrying pedestrians, and slowly put his hands into his pockets.

After stepping into the Golden Core Realm, Li Ang's spiritual power reserves became stronger and stronger. In a single thought, the vast spiritual power spread across the entire city like a tsunami torrent.

His spiritual power spreads rapidly, like a radar, irradiating all abnormal existences in the city and receiving their echoes, so as to obtain target distance, distance change rate, azimuth, altitude, strength and other information.

In his line of sight, the sky above London was filled with countless power fluctuations.

The handsome guy in London traffic police uniform directing traffic is actually a wild and restless werewolf;

Standing under the bus stop, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, the middle-aged man with a painfully high hairline is actually a bloodthirsty vampire;
Groups of teenagers in casual clothes are a group of wizards exuding chaotic witchcraft fluctuations.

These heterogeneous groups are crowded together in the narrow city of London, distinct and intertwined at the same time, always at the critical point between chaos and order.

Looking around, London is completely a strange city, the capital of magic on earth.

"Hahaha, what is this? The Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts by the River Thames?"

Li Ang admired this spectacle. In his eyes, the streets were no longer streets, but the veins and veins of this dying giant in London.

The glory of the never-setting sun has long been reduced to a dream, and the barbaric blood of the Anglo-Saxons has been completely invaded by the white leftist trend, becoming bloated, weak, stupid and clumsy.

The contradictions within the mysterious world, the contradictions between the mysterious world and the real world, and the contradictions within the real world are intricate, intricate, and intertwined.

If it is said that the former British Empire could suppress these problems by relying on the thriving national strength brought about by industrialization, then the current Britain reveals a decadent and rotten atmosphere.

"If New York on the other side of the ocean is an urban drama that relies on superheroes to fight against super criminals;
Then in London here, thousands of extraordinary people have quietly and completely integrated into society, silently changing the direction of Britain's progress. "

At a glance, Li Ang already had a general understanding, and the overall context of Wudu gradually became clear in front of him.

"London needs a revolution, a great revolution of blood and fire, guns and magic, witchcraft and fel energy."

Li Ang muttered to himself, his spiritual sense unscrupulously inspected London, the British capital,

For those transcendents with low strength, the detection of spiritual consciousness is as ordinary and slight as the breeze blowing on the face;
But for those high-ranking people who have really stepped into the extraordinary realm, the torrent of spiritual knowledge is too rough and arrogant, as if a guest came from afar and kicked in the door, with no one in their eyes.

The Raptors crossing the river did not overwhelm the local snakes, but those powerful beings entrenched in every corner of London, like a black hole vortex that swallowed everything, swallowed up the spiritual power that Li Ang radiated.

"Who's where?"

"Who disturbed my long sleep?"

"The Breath of the Outsider"

Whispering whispers sounded in the city of London. Before these powerful beings could use their detection methods, Li Ang's spiritual consciousness had already disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Li Ang had collected enough information, he turned around and walked against the flow of people, and jokingly gave his own comments.

"The little demon in the temple is very windy, and there are more than eight kings in the shallow pool"

Charing Cross Street in Westminster is located on the north bank of the River Thames, next to Trafalgar Square.

On this important commercial street, there is only one store that stands out the most.

This masonry building is two and a half stories high. There is a wooden sign on the eaves of the door. Through the dark dirt, you can vaguely see the shape of a beer barrel on the wooden sign. From this, it can be known that this is a bar. .

The exterior decoration of the bar is extremely narrow and dilapidated, and the Victorian-style iron ceiling lamp even lacks a piece of glass. The candles inside exude a weak brilliance, which makes people worry that it will fall off in a second and hurt pedestrians.

Undoubtedly, this dilapidated bar is extremely contrary to the modern commercial style of Charing Cross Road. What is even more surprising is that none of the pedestrians around expressed curiosity about it. walk by.

According to the annotations of Rebecca and Constantine, the two London bosses, this is the Leaky Cauldron, the entrance to the wizarding forces in London.

In order to prevent ordinary people from stepping into their world, these wizards specially set up a layer of "idle people retreat" magic spell outside the bar, so that ordinary people deliberately ignore the abnormal attributes here.

Li Ang pushed the door open, and his leather boots stepped on the dirt-ridden ground of the Leaky Cauldron without making a sound.

The interior decoration of the bar is more dilapidated than the exterior. Wizards in twos and threes are sitting in dark corners, whispering to each other, pointing at Li Ang, or slowly drinking from wooden glasses. , There are strangely shaped meals on the wooden table in front of you.

Toad viscera, transparent insect eggs, goat eyeballs, if these foods are placed in the hands of a Cantonese chef, they may not be able to make edible meals.However, at the Leaky Cauldron, the meals focus on an original ecology, and must restore the style of British cuisine as much as possible.

Li Ang watched with his own eyes a certain witch hiding in the black robe with a bright red rosacea, sticking out her tongue and devouring the flies flying above the dinner plate, chewing carefully, for fear of wasting even a trace of protein.

Is this a wizard?

Li Ang smiled indifferently, and walked towards the bar.

Boss Tom, who was cleaning the wine bottle, looked up. He was a skinny old man, bald, toothless, like a dead body, more like a living person.

"Oriental," said Tom lukewarmly, "there are more and more Oriental faces in London lately."

"Oh?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Apart from me, who are the other oriental people? Mind to tell me?"

While talking, he took out a few gold coins called Galleons from his pocket and slapped them on the greasy bar.

Galleons are a common currency in the European mysterious world. The exchange rate with the British pound is set at 1:5, which is equivalent to nearly 8 US dollars, or 50 soft sister coins.

Tom's face remained unchanged, and with a slight sweep of his skinny hands, the few Galleons disappeared, "They call themselves the Ten Rings, and they often appeared in Knockturn Alley a few days ago.

If I were you, it wouldn't be like having any dealings with them."

"Ten Rings Gang? I know."

Li Ang nodded thoughtfully. This was the first time he had received information related to the Eastern Transcendent.

(End of this chapter)