Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 16 Jack the Ripper

Huang Shujian took a deep breath, gripped the machete in his hand, and strode to the alley entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

The last rays of the setting sun had almost completely disappeared, and darkness enveloped everything.

The long-haired sword didn't disappear; it lay a few feet away.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated to the extreme, staring intently at the dim sky, his face frozen in extreme fear.

His chest and abdomen were completely cut open!

The wounds were jagged, as if they had been roughly torn open by some kind of claw.

The internal organs inside were churned up in a complete mess, and the intestines were spilling out.

The strangest thing is that his stomach has disappeared!

All that remained was a bloody, empty cavity in the abdomen.

Disemboweled, stomach removed...

Huang Shujian's heart skipped a beat!

The vague news headlines in the newspapers, the kind of gossip and tales often told over tea, instantly and clearly surfaced in his mind—

"In the eastern part of Goose City, a series of mysterious cases have occurred, with multiple people being disemboweled and having their stomachs removed..."

Jack the Ripper of the West?

No, it's something from this world...!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping into the distance.

The once bustling battlefield is now deathly silent.

The ground was littered with corpses, who no longer died from knife and club wounds in the fight.

The manner of death of all the people was strikingly similar!

The chest and abdomen were ripped open! The internal organs were in disarray! The stomach was gone!

Some stomachs were carelessly discarded next to the corpses, while others were nowhere to be found.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the pungent odor of offal created a nauseatingly sweet smell that permeated the air, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

This scene is ten times more brutal and bizarre than any gang fight!

Like a bloody and insane sacrificial site.

Even though Huang Shujian had lived two lives and experienced life and death, he couldn't help but feel a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Young master, be careful!"

I heard hurried footsteps and a soft gasp behind me.

The young man from the Black Dragon Gang ran out immediately after him. When he saw the scene outside, his face turned pale instantly, but he still gritted his teeth, rushed to Huang Shujian's side, held his broadsword horizontally, and looked around warily, subtly protecting Huang Shujian behind him.

Huang Shujian glanced at him.

"Young master," the young man licked his chapped lips, "my name is Ma Yongzhen."

"It was...it was Steward Hu who privately instructed me to blend in with the gang members and come along to keep watch, in case something went wrong during the gang fight. I never expected..."

Looking at the hellish scene before him, his Adam's apple bobbed: "I never expected to encounter such a bizarre thing."

Huang Shujian nodded, understanding dawning on his mind.

Hu Wan is indeed quite shrewd when it comes to handling matters.

"Fuck your mother... what the hell is that?!"

Just then, a roar filled with shock, anger, and pain came from the other side of the square, near the pile of goods.

It's the voice of the ghost hand!

Another member of the Black Dragon Gang, the Red Flower Double Sticks!

Huang Shujian's gaze sharpened, and without hesitation, he immediately followed the sound!

He gripped the machete tightly in one hand, while the other hand was already quietly placed on his lower back.

Is it really... a ghost?

Or is it some kind of...evil spirit?

The hidden side of this world was finally revealed to him in such a bloody and gruesome way.

"Young Master! Wait!" Ma Yongzhen cried out urgently, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The two moved among the corpses and pools of blood.

The bluestone slabs underfoot became slippery and sticky, making a soft "splat" sound with each step.

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and vision became somewhat blurred.

Soon, they arrived at the edge of the square, next to piles of sacks and crates stacked high.

The scene before them made Huang Shujian and Ma Yongzhen stop in their tracks.

The ghostly hand was facing away from them, its hands like iron hooks, tightly gripping the arm joints of the person opposite them!

That person... was extremely strange!

He was nearly two meters tall and exceptionally robust.

He was wearing a long robe from the previous dynasty, and his exposed arms, neck, and even face were covered with a thick layer of coarse gray-black hair!

The hair was long and stiff, unlike that of a human, but more like... an upright ape!

He stood there, his back slightly hunched, breathing heavily, exuding a primal, violent aura.

"Double Ghosts Lock the Pillar!"

Ghost Hand roared, this was his signature move that he had practiced for many years, specifically designed to lock joints and tendons.

Once he grips your arms tightly, your opponent's arms will lose power in a very short time, or even suffer broken bones and become completely useless!

The tall, strange ape, its arms locked, seemed momentarily stunned, but did not struggle.

However, just as Ghost Hand was about to unleash its power and completely cripple the opponent's arm—

A sudden change has occurred!

Instead of trying to break free, the strange ape took a step forward and, in an extremely bizarre posture, tightly embraced the ghost hand!

Like a great ape embracing its prey!

Ghost Hand was clearly unprepared for this reaction and was about to increase the pressure on his fingers...

"Ugh!"

A short, painful groan came from Ghost Hand's mouth.

He felt as if he had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, and his body stiffened abruptly.

The next moment, to the horrified gazes of Huang Shujian and Ma Yongzhen, Ghost Hand's lean and sinister body fell straight back.

"Thump!"

Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly spreading from beneath him and quickly staining a large area of ​​the ground red.

Huang Shujian saw it clearly: Ghost Hand's chest and abdomen were torn open, just like the corpses outside!

The internal organs are vaguely visible, but the stomach... has disappeared!

died.

The moment the strange ape grabbed him, he was disemboweled!

But... Huang Shujian's pupils contracted.

The strange ape's hands were clearly locked tightly in front of its body by the ghostly hand!

How could he possibly launch such a deadly attack on the ghost hand while in that position?

The tall, monstrous ape slowly loosened its embrace after the ghostly hand fell.

He turned around, facing Huang Shujian and Ma Yongzhen.

Beneath the thick hair, those cloudy eyes were fixed intently on Huang Shujian.

A thick, cold, and malice-filled aura, brimming with appetite, emanated from the air without any attempt at concealment.

"Young Master, run!" Ma Yongzhen's hair stood on end, and he shouted almost instinctively, trying to stand in front of Huang Shujian.

But Huang Shujian stood still.

His eyes were fixed on the strange ape, his mind racing.

Not a ghost?

At least it's not the kind that's intangible, formless, or untouchable.

He has a physical form, he can be seen, and he can be bound by a ghostly hand...

That makes things easier!

Is it human? Is it a demon? Is it some kind of mutation? It doesn't matter anymore!

The important thing is that he can be harmed by physical means!

The next moment, the strange ape roared and pounced on its own.

Ma Yongzhen knew he absolutely could not retreat at this moment. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. With a roar, he gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, pushed off with his feet, and charged towards the strange ape like an arrow released from a bow.

Huang Shujian held the machete upside down and followed closely behind.