Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 76 Even Granny Tan is afraid of bullets!

As he retreated, he shouted to Huang Shujian, "Young Master, run! This thing is extremely insidious; it can steal a person's soul!"

"If it pounces on you, you'll either lose your mind at best, or become mentally impaired at worst!"

But Huang Shujian did not move.

He stood behind Wu Zhichong, squinting as he looked at the churning black mist and the five skulls in front of him.

There was no fear in his eyes, only... curiosity.

There was still a hint of eagerness.

"Shoot," he said calmly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

Gunfire erupted.

All the servants who could still grip a gun pulled the trigger simultaneously. Bullets rained down on the black mist and skulls ahead.

The skulls were hit by bullets, and the black mist trembled violently, shattering but quickly coalescing again.

The bullet pierced through the black mist, struck the wall behind, and sparks flew.

However, the black mist itself was not completely dispersed.

It's just... a little faded.

Huang Shujian's eyes lit up.

efficient!

"Don't stop!"

"Fire all the bullets!"

Upon hearing this, the servants fired even more vigorously.

The sounds of bolts being pulled, gunshots, and the crisp thud of spent bullet casings hitting the ground mingled together, creating a continuous cacophony.

The alleyway was filled with the smell of gunpowder, which overpowered the chilly atmosphere.

The five skulls charged left and right through the black mist, trying to pounce on the crowd, but were repeatedly forced back by a hail of bullets.

They let out a mournful roar, a sharp and piercing sound that seemed to tear at one's eardrums.

Many servants felt dizzy upon hearing this sound, and could no longer hold their guns steadily.

"Plug your ears!"

Wu Zhichong roared again.

The servants then realized what was happening and tore off pieces of their clothing, stuffing them into their ears.

But the effect was minimal.

The crying seemed to pierce through eardrums and drill into the brain.

More and more servants began to tremble, their faces turned pale, and the muzzles of their guns began to swing wildly.

"Bang!"

A bullet went astray, whizzing past Lu Yu's feet, and the flying pebbles cut her thigh.

"what!"

Lu Yu cried out in pain, and blood immediately gushed out, staining her skirt red.

Murong Xue's expression changed, and she quickly pulled her back.

But many of the servants had already lost control. Their eyes began to glaze over, and their fingers pulled the triggers uncontrollably.

Bullets flew erratically, hitting walls, the ground, and even grazing their comrades.

If this continues, they'll die at the hands of their own people before Granny Tan even has a chance to do anything.

Wu Zhichong's eyes flashed with anger as he drew the pistol from his waist.

He cannot allow this to happen.

Rather than letting these servants lose control and injure people, it would be better to...

He raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the most recently out-of-control servant.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a hand pressed down on his gun.

It's Huang Shujian.

"I'll do it."

Huang Shujian released his grip and took a step forward.

He stood at the very front of the crowd, facing the surging black mist and the mournful wails of ghosts.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Inside his chest, the heart of the mountain king pounded violently.

The scorching blood and qi surged to the limbs and bones, finally converging in the chest cavity.

"roar--!"

A tiger's roar erupted from deep within his throat.

His voice carried an overwhelming and powerful aura, as if a true mountain lord had descended, causing all beasts to bow their heads.

The tiger's roar was like a tangible sound wave, exploding in the narrow alley and making the walls tremble slightly.

All the servants felt a sudden clarity in their ears.

The mournful wailing that had seeped into his mind was forcefully suppressed by the tiger's roar, turning into a low sob.

Their eyes cleared again, and their hands gripping the guns steadied.

The five skulls, jolted by the tiger's roar, were violently churned by the black mist, their forms becoming somewhat blurred.

The Tiger's Roar, enhanced by the [Pure Yang] talent, is the most effective against evil and yin entities!

Then, Huang Shujian, holding the extraordinary item, the Youth-Preserving Pearl, suddenly unleashed his attack, activating the pearl's inherent effect: Mental Shock!

Within the black mist, the busty woman let out a muffled groan, clearly struck by both the Pure Yang Roar and the mental impact, momentarily stunned.

Even the black mist thinned out a bit.

"Keep firing!"

Huang Shujian gave the order.

The servants perked up and pulled the trigger again.

This time, the gunshots, laced with rage, roared forth like a tiger. Bullets rained down on the black mist and the skulls.

The black mist was gradually dispersed, and the skull's roar grew weaker and weaker.

at last.

"Click...click..."

The gunfire gradually subsided.

The servants fired the last bullet from their magazines.

The alley was filled with smoke, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and a faint stench of decay.

The black fog ahead had mostly dissipated, leaving only a thin layer, like a veil, shrouding the corners.

Through the black fog, one could vaguely see what was inside.

The busty woman knelt on the ground, holding the black jar in her hands.

Her body was riddled with bullet holes.

Blood gushed from the bullet holes, staining her clothes and the ground red.

Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at the jar in front of her, her gaze filled with resentment and bitterness.

The black jar rolled out of her hand and fell to the ground the moment she fell.

Surprisingly, the jar remained completely intact during that hail of bullets.

It lay quietly on the ground, mouth of the jar facing upwards, slowly absorbing the remaining black mist around it.

The black mist, as if drawn by an invisible force, seeped into the mouth of the jar, thread by thread.

Huang Shujian narrowed his eyes.

He drew his Mauser pistol from his waist, raised his hand, and aimed.

"Bang!"

Gunshots.

The bullet hit the jar precisely.

"Snap!"

The jar shattered instantly.

Black pottery shards scattered everywhere, from which a viscous black liquid gushed out and spilled all over the ground.

The liquid smelled terrible, like the fluid from a corpse that had been rotting for years, and it also had a strong smell of blood.

Wu Zhichong's expression was grave: "Young Master, this thing isn't quite dead yet."

"This insidious thing must be burned to completely destroy it."

As he spoke, he turned to a servant and called out, "Go, bring me a jar of wine!"

The servant quickly brought over a jar of strong liquor.

Wu Zhichong took the wine jar and then threw it violently at the pool of black liquid.

Huang Shujian raised his hand and fired a shot.

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the wine jar.

The wine jar exploded in mid-air, splashing wine everywhere and dripping onto the black liquid.

The spark ignited the liquor.

"boom!"

Flames rose and burned fiercely.

The black liquid sizzled in the flames, emitting plumes of thick smoke.

The smoke was foul, with a pungent, burnt smell reminiscent of rotting corpses.

People around immediately covered their mouths and noses and took a few steps back.

The flames burned for a full quarter of an hour before gradually dying down. Only a pile of charred ashes and a few pieces of whitish bone fragments remained on the ground.

Wu Zhichong then stepped forward, poked at the ashes with the tip of his knife to make sure there was no problem, and then turned around and nodded to Huang Shujian.

Huang Shujian walked over and looked down at the pile of ashes.

In the ashes, the outline of a curled-up, unformed embryo can be vaguely seen.

It was a girl. She was only the size of a palm, her limbs were curled up, her eyes were closed, and her skin was bluish-black.

Lu Yu and Murong Xue also came over.

When they saw the embryo, they couldn't help but cover their mouths in shock.

"This is Granny Tan's true form," Wu Zhichong said in a deep voice.

"This woman is a beggar, one of the most insidious professions."

"They specifically consume placenta, which is why they have such plump figures."

"They are also skilled at using children to create all sorts of evil spells."

He pointed to the pile of ashes.

"Grandma Tan is one of the most typical examples."

"Take the embryo of a one-month-old female infant, stuff it into a specially made jar, and refine it using evil methods for forty-nine days."

"Once it is refined, this jar becomes an evil object that can attack a person's soul. At best, it can cause the person to lose their soul; at worst, it can turn them into an idiot."

"Many child traffickers use this old woman's method to first disturb the child's mind and spirit, leaving them in a daze, before they can take action."

Huang Shujian listened quietly, his gaze fixed on the large-breasted woman's corpse on the ground.

Her chest was still rising and falling slightly, her eyelashes trembled gently, her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and her gaze was unfocused.

She's not completely dead yet.

Huang Shujian pulled out his liver and gallbladder, walked closer, raised his hand, and swung his knife.