I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 437: Wounds are Strength
Jack looked at the figure running away in a strange route in front of him, and his four broken eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

The door of the heart is opening and closing slightly like a pair of moving lips, chanting a twisted prayer that is said to have originated from another Messiah, Nazareth.

"The number of the five sense organs is seven, which are the wounds that mortals are born with."

"The number of doors in the house is seven, which is the wound that Mansu was born with."

“The wound is the path, the wound is the key, the wound is the door.”

"The right number of wounds is the key to open the door to heaven."

"The right number of wounds is our path to heaven."

"The number of wounds between you and me should be seven, just like the seven wounds we were born with. These seven new wounds will surely open up a new path."

"Seven new wounds are seven new keys."

"The seven wounds will lead us to the great road, the holy way."

“No one who is filthy may pass through it, and no one who is sound may tread through it. The holy way shall be reserved for those with seven wounds.”

“Those who walk there will shed blood, but they will not die; there will be no enclosure or isolation there.”

“Ignorance and stupidity do not take this path, and no blockage, no obstruction, no stubbornness can be found there.”

"Only the man with seven wounds is walking."

"Seven wounds will lead us to the door of eternal life."

"The gate is very narrow and the road is very small. We must try our best to squeeze through the gate."

“I tell you, many will want to enter and won’t be able.”

"There are only seven wounds, and there are only seven doors. When the qualified number is reached, Mother will close the door forever."

“Whoever enters through the wounds will be saved, and will eat the holy blood when he goes in and out.”

“The wound is the way, the truth, the life. No one can reach the Mother unless he enters through the wound.”

"Therefore, open your bodies, give vent to your sins, so that the day of eternal life may come from the presence of the mother."

“You must come out of your isolation and independence, connect with your wounds and pain, and stop being closed off, and then Mother will accept you.”

"Anyone who clings to his mother has already opened his closed flesh and nailed it to the cross..."

The gospel of the Messiah resounded in my heart, and invisible snakes shot out from my fingertips one after another.

These dancing formless snakes can open up a closed human body as well as an isolated mind.

But when the group of snakes with their minds opened fell on the fleeing figure, it was like sinking into sticky mud that could never be opened. The dirty and filthy mud immediately surged up, and the gap that had just been torn open quickly closed again.

This John Watson hides a much deeper secret than I thought...

It turned out that even the method of opening wounds could only exert half of its power. It could only open the wounds of his physical body, but there was no way to open the wounds of his spirit - if he really was a person with amnesia, there was absolutely no way he would not be affected by this secret method.

His spirit should be full of cracks and flaws, so why is it perfect and flawless now?
However, the number of wounds on his body has reached six, and if he is hit once more, the number of wounds will reach seven.

When the seven wounds are connected to each other, the opening ceremony can be drawn directly on John Watson... By then, even if you have the props of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to restrain the pain, it will be impossible to prevent the thoughts that pierce your body from breaking into your skull!

John Watson, you will take the initiative to open your head and beg me to taste the secrets inside your head!!!
Jack looked at his prey who had broken the glass and hid in the vacant house, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

He squatted down, his arms hanging naturally to the ground. The door deep in his pupils opened slightly, and a twisted and deep power leaked out from the wider gap.

A group of invisible and formless snakes boiled out from the soil and rushed towards the shadow inside the shattered glass!
But to Jack's surprise, John Watson, who had managed to escape from his sight with great difficulty, turned back on his own initiative, kneeling on one knee with half of his body exposed at the edge of the wall.

The blood-stained figure embraced a rifle with a strange hexagonal barrel, with the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, allowing the dozens of formless and invisible snakes to bite his flesh.

The face with wounds gradually appearing on it looked particularly ferocious, but those dark eyes were flashing with an extremely sharp edge!
John Watson closed his right eye, which was twitching wildly and seemed to be about to pop out of its socket.

The left prosthetic eye, which was operating at high load in overload mode, was also groaning as it could not bear the heavy load.

The faintly luminous solution in the vitreous body was swaying and hitting the inner wall of the eyeball, and it was almost running out of energy.

The machinery deep in Danyi's pupil had already emitted an exceptionally bright and strong light, a light that was far brighter and more dazzling than the previous one!
The light concentrated and condensed into a tiny straight line, just like some incredible laser aiming device that John Watson occasionally dreamed of, but the laser in the pupil was hundreds or thousands of times more violent than the red line in the dream!
The blazing white light pierced Ziying's forehead like a slender fencing sword. The pure white power contained in the light burned the mist of light purple light, causing pale smoke to rise.

John Watson could now finally see the true appearance of Jack the Ripper - although it was only a finger-sized piece of skin on his forehead.

But he could see two faint forehead wrinkles... It turned out that Jack the Ripper, who was so terrifying that he could make all the children in London stop crying, was also just an aging human being.

John Watson's grin spread into a bloody smile.

"Jack the Ripper, it's not you who finally found me."

"I finally found you!"

The trigger was pulled, and the hexagonal muzzle spewed out extremely thick gunpowder smoke. The pure white hexagonal bullet roared out of the barrel with a sharp sound!

In the blink of an eye, a hole as thick as a finger appeared on Jack the Ripper's forehead.

Those who open up will eventually be opened up by others.

John Watson looked at the hole on Jack the Ripper's forehead, and his pale, bloody, and hideous face stretched out its eyes with difficulty.

He could no longer control the alien desires churning in his body.

Pop, the wildly twitching right eye finally popped out of its socket.

John Watson's head was pierced.

The steel-like spirit could no longer hold on, drowsiness and fainting came over him, his prosthetic eye flickered with power running out of energy, and he could only let the darkness gradually devour his vision.

But before he lost consciousness, John Watson was still thinking about Miss Charlotte's order. He tried his best to turn his head to look towards the location of Jack the Ripper.

For some reason, the light purple mist has not dissipated yet, and the figure in the mist is still blurry, but the blank space at the center of the forehead can still be seen clearly.

The hole left by the bullet...has actually started to close!!!
No! That bullet hole hasn't completely closed yet...it's still opening and closing slightly!!!
John Watson suddenly recalled that after he pulled the trigger just now, he seemed not to hear the sound of the bullet piercing the flesh!!!
Could it be that Jack the Ripper had already automatically pierced his forehead before the bullet hit him...

He opened a passage in the skull, allowing the bullet to pass directly through the skull? ! !

Before John Watson completely lost consciousness, a hoarse voice resounded directly in his head.

"Foolish mortals..."

"How can you think that a wound can kill me?"

"Wounds are a symbol of strength to me!"

(End of this chapter)