This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 423: Stranger in a Strange Land

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Stranger in a Strange Land

Chen Ke climbed out of the coffin and suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.

He looked to the left and saw a middle-aged woman in a blue cloth dress standing a few meters away on a small path, her face deathly pale, staring at Chen Ke without daring to breathe.

"Ma’am... forgive me for asking, where am I?" Chen Ke inquired.

The lady didn’t speak, seemingly scared stiff, she was trembling and could not move an inch.

Chen Ke sighed, straightened out his coat still stained with mud and blood, and ran into the midnight fog.

The streets of Langdon City were empty and quiet at midnight, with blue-clad law enforcement officers carrying kerosene lamps patrolling.

In the 19th century, many major cities had curfew rules; it was illegal to go out alone at night.

Chen Ke avoided the light of the kerosene lamps and wove his way through the unfamiliar buildings, stopping behind a dark corner of a wall to listen to a few law enforcement officers conversing.

"It’s so cold my dick is about to freeze off," one officer said as he rubbed his hands together.

"Did you witness that murder case at the Byron Weiss Hotel last week?" another officer carrying a kerosene lamp asked.

"The case caused quite a stir, but I wasn’t around the Taist River then. I heard... the killer murdered two people and dismembered them?" the officer inquired.

"Yes, killed two, chopped off the man’s head. And the woman, only her limbs were left; the rest of the body couldn’t be found dead or alive. God knows what the killer did to her..." the officer with the kerosene lamp clucked his tongue.

"Oh... shit, it sounds disgusting just hearing about it... But I heard the victims were all Asians?" The officer shivered, whether from the cold or some other reason, it was not clear.

"Yes, all Asians. But from their clothes, they looked like wealthy people, not laborers. And they had no queues," the officer with the kerosene lamp added.

"Hmm, another two trying to become Ingrams, were they? These days it seems like everyone in the world wants to move to Langdon," the officer said with disdain.

"Can’t help it, maybe they were just two barbarians longing to assimilate into civilized society. Honestly, I kind of feel sorry for the killer," the officer with the kerosene lamp shrugged.

"What do you mean?" asked the officer.

"He only killed two rats, and now he’s wanted. I think the Queen should make a statement," the officer with the kerosene lamp shook his head.

"Shh... be careful what you say..." the officer whispered.

Chen Ke left these two men. Racists were annoying in any era, any place.

Langdon City had two faces: on one side, streets where Langdon King’s College, Shakespeare Theatre, and cafes and factories filled with an air of the era stood, representing the face of Langdon City.

Then, by simply turning over wooden partitions and walking into narrow gaps between buildings, one would enter the underworld of Langdon.

Countless low shanties built with planks leaned against the brick walls of street-front buildings, with chickens from the homes running about on the dirt ground. Orange-yellow oil lamp light seeped through the gaps in the partitions, accompanied by the cries of infants.

Chen Ke navigated the narrow alleys and spotted a sturdy wooden door out of place amidst the dirty, chaotic lane. Looking up, he saw a small sign that read "Josephka’s Clinic."

Chen Ke melted the lock and quietly entered the pitch-black room, climbing up the peach-wood staircase to the second floor of the clinic.

It was midnight, and there was no one in the clinic; such small clinics generally didn’t keep patients overnight.

Chen Ke searched the second floor and found the knob of a gas lamp, slowly turning it to brighten the room a bit.

He approached a basin in front of the bathroom mirror, his hands supporting the small copper basin, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

His face was dirtied, with stubble on his chin and under his nose, his hair clumped together, unwashed for several weeks and with dry blood caked on.

His clothes were filthy, with mud and blood mixed together on the fabric, the dark blue cloth dotted with black patches, looking like a moulting rat.

Chen Ke stripped off his clothes and turned on the copper faucet. He took a small bucket from the side, filled it, and began to wash.

After about half an hour, Chen Ke had finally cleansed the mud and blood from his body and shaved off his beard.

His clothing was too dirty, and in the daylight, walking down the street would definitely turn heads 100%... Chen Ke didn’t find any decent clothing in the small clinic, so he pulled out Florence’s soul.

"This soul only adds a 10 hour lifespan limit, not very meaningful. Might as well change it out for Florence’s suit and see," Chen Ke thought to himself.

Gaining equipment from a soul started with Faralis, and then An Helei. Now, all his Holy Relics were gone, so the top priority, of course, was to find a way to retrieve them.

He burst Florence’s soul, and with a snap, the grayish soul fog swirled in his hand, transforming into five orange Holy Diamonds. That was a complete Victorian-era overcoat suit,

which included a tricornered hat with a matching black mask. The hat folded into a sharp point, and its wings, slightly torn, resembled broken feathers.

The upper body consisted of a dark brown stand-up collar overcoat, paired with a dark brown leather vest and a light gray shirt. Around the vest, three large leather belts were tied to serve as a waist and abdomen armor.

There was also a dark yellow scarf wrapped around the overcoat that trailed down to the waist and fluttered behind.

Leather bracers and gloves adorned his forearms; the left bracer was wrapped with iron chains and the gloves had iron plates on the joints, whereas the right arm bound a small iron plate as a guard.

Below was an ordinary dark pair of pants, rough but durable, and knee-high boots on his feet, the front tied with iron plates and thick leather as shin guards.

Chen Ke looked at himself in the mirror; this set of Victorian gentleman’s overcoat clearly specialized for battle had been modified,

he raised his hand to view the gloves, and an information box appeared in his sight.

[Florence’s Blood Curse] (Full Set)

[Durability: Indestructible]

[Blood Curse: Immune to sanity attacks, firearm weapon damage increased by 150%, incoming damage doubled] (requires full set)

[Arcane Explosion: Using the wearer’s blood as a medium, creates an energy explosion within a 5-meter radius with arcane attributes.] (requires full set)

[Unbreakable: Can never be destroyed]

[Florence was not only a noble knight personally ordained by the Queen but also the first Hunter of the Secret Keepers. After being eroded by Divine Blood, the Hunter once active under the cover of night became a monster hiding in the underground.]

Although this set of clothing had a fatal attribute of doubling the damage taken, it provided 1.5 times the firearms attack power and was immune to sanity attacks; it actually could be considered useful.

Chen Ke quietly went downstairs and left Josephka’s small clinic, tossing the dirty clothes he had changed out of into the trash bin.

The moon hung quietly in the sky, watching over the foggy city. The cold night wind didn’t make Chen Ke feel too cold.

Death came suddenly, putting him in an extremely passive state. In this unfamiliar era, Chen Ke needed to tread cautiously.

Xu Jing might not be dead yet; otherwise, she would have definitely come to find him. Now, perhaps Xu Jing was still undergoing torture at the hands of others.

But Chen Ke’s main task was not to rescue her. That woman didn’t need him to worry about her.

The highest priority was to retrieve what he had lost.

His Holy Relics, credentials, and a Type 67 pistol!

An Helei’s Elegy was very important to Chen Ke; he had to get it back no matter what, along with a few Blasphemous Daggers and Mrs. Qiong’s suit!

The credentials and the Type 67 pistol weren’t a big deal; a postman could solve that problem for him. Finally, he would go look for Xu Jing.

He had to admit, without Xu Jing, Chen Ke might have been trapped in the year 1859.

However, seeking out Xu Jing meant having to face again the person who killed him. Chen Ke needed to return to his best state.

The night was long, and he burst a soul of torment to restore his lifespan to full value and breached the 95-hour mark.

Chen Ke felt like a lost foreigner, adrift in 19th century Langdon, it seemed he would have to spend a while longer in the year 1859!