Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 27 The Monster Appears

Everything before my eyes was like a faded painting, rapidly shattering and dissipating!

That Consort Dong was a dried corpse with skin tightly attached to bones, a deep brown color. Where was there even a trace of her peerless beauty?

She lay quietly in the coffin, her eyes closed, her lips dry and shrunken, without moving an inch!

The candle in the southeast corner had gone out sometime ago, leaving only a scarlet wick and wisps of smoke rising from it.

The servants around him didn't shout "Long live the Emperor!"; they just stood there, frozen in place.

Their eyes were vacant, their gaze unfocused, their faces filled with a drunken greed, and they muttered unconsciously to themselves:

"Beauties...all my beauties...I want to choose a concubine...to choose Sister Hua as my empress..."

"I'm rich...gold ingots...mountains of silver...all mine..."

"Kill! Slaughter every last caravan! I'm going to be the militia instructor..."

Wu Zhichong stood there, waving his arms, his eyebrows dancing, and spittle flying everywhere:

"...This champion is skilled in archery and horsemanship, and possesses the strength to lift a cauldron! He is the number one martial arts champion of Great Victory, personally bestowed by His Majesty! You all should kneel down immediately!"

Hu Wan crossed his arms, his face beaming with joy, as if he were truly holding a fortune in silver notes, constantly muttering, "I'm rich... I'm really rich now... Enough to buy the entire Goose City..."

Only the experienced Hu Laosan was in a slightly better situation.

His face was flushed, veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were tightly closed, his body trembled slightly, and his lips moved rapidly, as if he were silently reciting some incantation, fighting against the hallucinations in his mind.

Behind her, Xiuer wore an innocent yet envious expression, tilting her head and muttering to herself into thin air:

"Sister...your clothes are so beautiful...yours...how come they're so big? I'm so envious..."

The absurd and terrifying scene before him caused Huang Shujian's forehead to instantly break out in a cold sweat.

Everyone was trapped in that bizarre hallucination!

If it weren't for Xiuer's unintentional remark that brought her to her senses...

He instinctively pressed his left chest.

The heart of the mountain lord was beating strongly. With each contraction and expansion, a surge of hot blood flowed through his body, dispelling the cold and keeping his mind clear.

"That's it... [Pure Yang]!"

"The heart of the mountain king is supremely yang and strong, making it the nemesis of such yin, evil, and illusory things!"

With his mind clear, a fierce glint flashed in Huang Shujian's eyes.

He took a deep breath, a breath so long it seemed to draw all the surrounding air into his lungs.

The next moment, he took a step forward, his feet rooted to the ground, his back straight as a pine tree, and the veins in his neck bulging slightly.

"roar--!"

A wild and majestic roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly exploded in the dead silence of the mountain forest!

It was as if the king of beasts had truly descended, unleashing a roar that shook the mountains and forests and drove away all evil spirits!

A tiger roars in the mountains!

The sound waves emanated from Huang Shujian and spread out visibly, causing the torch flames to flicker violently.

The roar reached their ears, and all those who were in a hallucination shuddered simultaneously.

The decadent music, magnificent illusions, and endless desires that lingered in my mind were like a spider web swept by a gale, or a snowdrift poured with boiling water, instantly shattering and collapsing!

"Ugh!"

"My gold!"

"Where...where am I?"

The servants awoke with a start, their eyes shifting from blank to confused, and then from confused to terrified.

They looked around blankly, at their companions, at the messy grave, and at their own shameful behavior. They were all blushing with embarrassment and filled with lingering fear.

Wu Zhichong's smugness came to an abrupt end. He shook his head, his eyes regaining their clarity, and immediately looked around warily. Seeing that Huang Shujian was safe and sound, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hu Wan also came to his senses and realized that he was hugging his arms. He quickly let go, looking embarrassed.

Xiuer rubbed her eyes, looked around, then looked at herself, her little face full of confusion, as if she hadn't quite figured out what had happened.

"There's something strange about this corpse!" Old Hu shouted, forcing himself to stay alert, pointing at the mummified body in the coffin.

All eyes immediately focused on the mummified corpse, dressed in magnificent palace attire, lying quietly.

However, the dried corpse remained motionless and lifeless.

A fierce glint flashed in Wu Zhichong's eyes. He was a fierce general on the battlefield and hated this kind of pretentious nonsense the most.

He snatched the iron hook and rope from a servant beside him, mustered all his strength, and hurled it fiercely at the mummified corpse in the coffin!

With a whoosh, the iron hook caught precisely on the mummified corpse's collarbone and embedded itself deeply.

"You're playing tricks! Get your ass out here!"

Wu Zhichong roared, his arm muscles bulged, and he pulled back sharply!

"Splash!"

The mummified corpse was dragged directly out of the coffin by his immense strength and slammed to the ground with a dull thud.

Although her palace dress was magnificent, it was covered with a thick layer of dust and its color was dull.

What appeared so glamorous in the illusion just moments ago now looks utterly dilapidated.

A gust of cold wind, seemingly coming from nowhere, swirled past.

The wind blew up the wide hem of the palace dress on the dried corpse, revealing the abdomen of Consort Dong.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

A large hole had been cut open in the abdomen of the mummified corpse!

It was completely empty; the internal organs had long since disappeared.

Huang Shujian's pupils suddenly contracted!

You silly boy, Abao! You were just like that back then!

"Aaaaaah—!"

Suddenly, a servant let out a shrill, inhuman howl!

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, his expression contorted, and he suddenly swung the rifle in his hand, smashing it hard against the head of another unsuspecting servant beside him!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the servant who was hit fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

The crazed servant didn't even look back, turned around and ran wildly into the dark forest!

"Stop him!" Wu Zhichong roared.

The two servants who were closest reacted quickly and pounced on him, one on each side, pinning the crazed servant to the ground and subduing him with force.

"Phew..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mutation and regeneration!

Of the two men holding down the crazed servants, the servant on the left suddenly stiffened, and then a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly released his grip and, without warning, punched his right-hand companion hard in the temple!

"Ugh!" The servant on the right was caught off guard and saw stars as he staggered backward.

The change was so sudden that no one had time to react.

Wu Zhichong, however, had already charged forward like a tiger released from its cage.

With a flick of his large, fan-like hand, he grabbed the suddenly rebellious servant by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

"You bastard! You..." Wu Zhichong's angry curse came to an abrupt halt.

Because he saw that the servant he had lifted did not have madness on his face, but was instead filled with extreme pain and fear.

Instead of struggling, he clutched his stomach tightly with both hands, making a hissing sound as he breathed out.

Wu Zhichong lowered his gaze.

All that could be seen was that the servant's thin short jacket was soaked with blood.

Even more horrifying, a long gash had been cut open on his stomach at some unknown time!

The wound was gaping open, and blood and internal organs were gushing out...

At that moment, the servant who had been hit in the temple and staggered backward suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Instead of attacking Wu Zhichong, he slipped like a mudfish and darted into the crowd of panicked servants gathered nearby.

The crowd immediately erupted into chaos.

Exclamations, shoving, and angry shouts filled the air!

"Bang!"

"Don't move! All of you, stop the fucking standing still! Anyone who moves, I'll kill them!"

Wu Zhichong threw aside the dying servant in his hands, grabbed a gun, and fired a shot into the air!