Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 75 Granny Tan

Just then, a cacophony of shouts and cheers erupted from outside.

"stop!"

"Surround her!"

The sounds were chaotic, mixed with footsteps and the sound of gun bolts being pulled back.

Huang Shujian's eyes sharpened, and he turned to walk out. Murong Xue, supporting Lu Yu, followed him.

The three of them left the apricot orchard and came out onto the street.

The sky had darkened, and the dim light of the torches cast swaying shadows on the stone path.

On the street, the Huang family's servants had already blocked off the entire street.

Xiuer stood at the street corner, pointed to a small alley in the distance, and shouted, "Over there! They ran that way!"

Zhao Ming, along with Wu Zhichong and a group of armed servants, was chasing after them into that alley.

Soon, the sounds of fighting and women screaming came from the alley.

Huang Shujian did not hesitate and stepped forward to chase after him.

The alley was narrow, only wide enough for four people to pass side by side. High walls lined both sides, covered in moss and vines. At the end of the alley was a dead end.

At this moment, the alley was already crowded with people.

Wu Zhichong, accompanied by more than twenty servants, completely blocked the alley. Gun barrels were all pointed at the corner.

In the corner, a woman was leaning against the wall, her face pale and her whole body trembling.

It was that big-breasted woman.

Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, her hair was messy, and there was sweat on her forehead.

When she saw Huang Shujian, her eyes lit up as if she had grasped a lifeline.

"Young Master Huang! Young Master Huang, spare my life!"

She knelt down with a thud, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"I'm not one of them! I really am not!" Her voice was choked with sobs.

"I was forced! The troupe leader forced me to do it! Those kids... he was the one who wanted to arrest them!"

"I'm just a delivery person! I don't know anything!"

Wu Zhichong stood at the front, holding a thick-backed broadsword in his hand, staring at her fiercely.

"Shut up!"

"Say one more word, and I'll chop you up right now!"

The busty woman trembled with fear and dared not speak again, only kowtowing repeatedly until her forehead bled.

Wu Zhichong turned to look at Huang Shujian, awaiting instructions.

Huang Shujian walked to the front of the crowd, his gaze landing on the busty woman. His eyes were cold, as cold as ice in winter.

"Where is that little boy?"

The busty woman was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"He's...in my room!" she said hurriedly, pointing towards Xingli Garden, "in the box under my bed! He's alright! He's just asleep!"

"I...I was forced! The troupe leader told me to hand the child over to Matthew...I dared not disobey!"

As she spoke, she kowtowed, tears and snot streaming down her face; she looked utterly pitiful.

But Huang Shujian's expression remained unchanged.

He simply waved to Xiuer.

"Take two people and go look for it."

Xiuer nodded immediately, selected two servants, and turned to run towards the apricot and pear orchard.

Upon seeing this, the busty woman seemed to see a glimmer of hope. She crawled forward a few steps on her knees and looked up at Huang Shujian.

"Young Master Huang... please, spare my life..."

Her voice was soft and alluring, with a captivating quality.

"If you spare me... I'm willing to be your slave and serve you for the rest of my life..."

"I'll be your slave, your maid... I'll do anything..."

She leaned forward slightly, her full breasts faintly visible in the dim light.

But Huang Shujian's eyes remained cold. He didn't react at all, but simply raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

"Click...click..."

A series of synchronized bolt-pulling sounds.

All the servants raised their guns in unison, the dark muzzles aimed at the busty woman.

The woman with large breasts froze.

She looked at the gun barrels, then at Huang Shujian, the seductive look in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by despair, fear, and finally... madness.

"You...do you really intend to wipe them all out?"

"well……"

She laughed as she reached into her bosom and pulled out a black jar.

The jar was small, only about the size of a palm, and completely black, with dense, eerie patterns engraved on its surface. The mouth of the jar was plugged with a red cloth, on which were several yellow talismans pasted.

The moment the jar appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted. A chilling aura emanated from the jar.

Several servants who were nearby couldn't help but shiver.

"This is..." Wu Zhichong's expression changed, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

The busty woman knelt on the ground, holding a jar, her face showing an almost manic expression.

"You forced me to do this..." she murmured to herself, her eyes vacant. "You forced me to do this..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly ripped off the red cloth covering the mouth of the jar!

"Ugh—!"

A heart-wrenching cry burst forth from the jar.

The crying sounded neither like a human nor an animal; it was more like the wailing of a vengeful spirit.

Sharp, piercing, and penetrating to the soul.

As the crying began, a thick black mist billowed from the mouth of the jar, like ink dripping into clear water, and quickly spread through the air.

A cold wind howled, and ghostly figures loomed large.

The light in the alley dimmed instantly, as if shrouded in a black veil. A chilling atmosphere, almost tangible, enveloped everyone present.

The two closest servants felt their bodies stiffen, as if they had fallen into an ice cave. A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, freezing their blood.

Their hands, gripping the guns, began to tremble; their fingers were numb with cold, and they could barely hold onto the stock.

"Splash...splash..."

The two servants fell straight down.

Their eyes were open, their pupils were unfocused, and their faces were expressionless, as if they had lost their souls.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

The servants around finally realized what was happening and let out a series of terrified screams.

Some people turned to run, while others frantically tried to pull the bolt, but their hands were shaking so badly that they couldn't load the bullets.

The scene was chaotic.

"What's the panic!"

At the critical moment, Wu Zhichong let out a loud roar.

His voice was like thunder, making everyone's ears ring.

"This is a trick used by the Flower Girl Granny! It can only cause a soul-stealing attack, not kill!"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

As he shouted, he took a step forward and stood in front of Huang Shujian.

Then, he took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and threw a powerful punch!

The fist was fierce and carried a masculine and fiery aura as it crashed into the black mist ahead.

"boom!"

The force of the punch collided with the black mist, producing a muffled thud. The black mist was momentarily stunned, but then surged forward again.

The busty woman knelt on the ground, a maniacal smile on her face. She bit her index finger, drawing blood, and plunged it into the jar.

"Grandma Altar...show your power..."

Her voice became eerie, like chanting or praying.

"I am willing to dedicate my lifeblood... to give everything..."

"Kill them...kill them..."

The jar began to shake violently. More black mist poured out of the jar's mouth, surging like a black tide.

The black mist first enveloped the busty woman, swallowing her completely.

Then, five skull-shaped clouds of mist emerged from the black fog.

These skulls had hideous faces, with eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets, and they opened their mouths to let out mournful roars.

"hiss--!"

Five skulls swirled and danced in the black mist, and wherever they passed, the eerie wind grew stronger and the chill intensified.

Wu Zhichong's expression changed drastically: "Grandma Tan!"