Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 68 Encounter

"You must hand him over!" Lu Yuyi declared sternly. "We saw with our own eyes that the little boy was kidnapped by you!"

The head of the Xingli Garden troupe hurriedly waved his hand: "Ladies, isn't there some misunderstanding?"

Master Xie said coldly, "Our acrobatic troupe travels all over the country, making a living through our skills."

"Human trafficking? We would never do such a heinous thing."

Murong Xue stepped forward and looked directly at Master Xie: "It's that woman who makes sugar figurines! Just now at the back door, she used a sack to kidnap a child! I saw it with my own eyes!"

Master Xie frowned, turned around and called out, "Little Hong! Come out!"

The side curtain was lifted, and a busty woman walked out.

She changed into a thin dress, her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and her face was still damp.

"Master, what's wrong?" she asked in a soft, sweet voice, her face full of innocence.

Master Xie looked at Murong Xue: "Xiao Hong has removed her makeup; she's been washing her hair in the room. Miss, you must be mistaken?"

The busty woman tossed her wet hair in agreement: "Yeah, I've only washed half of my hair."

Murong Xue stared at her, her eyes sharp: "Are you sure?"

"What are you saying, young lady?" the busty woman laughed. "Would I lie about washing my hair? Why don't you touch it? It's still wet."

Lu Yu's expression shifted as she looked at the head of the Xingliyuan troupe: "Whether it is or not, we need to search!"

The head of Xingliyuan Troupe looked troubled. He glanced at Lu Yu, then at Head of Troupe Xie, sweat beading on his forehead.

Although the Lu family is not as powerful as the Huang family, they are still a well-known family in Goose City.

As the owner of a theater troupe, he was someone you couldn't afford to offend.

"This..." He wiped his sweat. "Thank you, Master Xie, what do you think..."

After a moment of silence, Master Xie suddenly laughed: "Alright, for the sake of Master Xingliyuan, you may search."

He stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed: "But let me make this clear first, if we don't find anything, the two ladies will have to apologize to our team."

Lu Yu snorted and pulled Murong Xue to begin the search.

Huang Shujian watched from upstairs and shook his head.

He didn't linger, turned and left the storage room, silently sneaking into the backyard.

The backyard was much quieter than the front yard, with only a few rooms lit up.

Huang Shujian walked close to the wall, his steps as light as a crane's as the Nine Heavens Crane Shadow Technique, without making a sound.

A rustling sound came from one of the rooms.

Huang Shujian leaned closer to the window and peered through the crack. He saw Sun Liang, the short, stout man who had survived being beheaded.

He was sitting at the table, fiddling with a lump of dough.

The dough was white and gleamed beautifully under the light, clearly not an ordinary dough.

Huang Shujian pushed open the door and entered.

"Squeak—"

The sound of the door hinges turning startled Sun Liang.

He turned around abruptly and saw Huang Shujian walking in with his hand on the horizontal sword at his waist.

Sun Liang was taken aback, but then recognized the person.

When they first arrived in Goose City, the head of Xingliyuan Troupe specifically instructed them: there are a few people in Goose City who should never be messed with, and Huang Shujian, the young master of the Huang family, was ranked first.

He quickly stood up, forcing a smile: "Young Master Huang? What brings you here? The acrobatic performance has ended. May I ask what brings you here?"

Huang Shujian smiled and said, "I'm not a woman."

Sun Liang was taken aback: "...What?"

He didn't understand the meaning of that sentence.

"I won't waste my breath arguing with you."

next moment.

"Zzzzt—"

The blade, black as ink, is drawn straight down!

The long, narrow blade of the sword drew a dark arc under the dim light of the oil lamp, slashing straight at Sun Liang's face.

Sun Liang's expression changed drastically. He reacted extremely quickly, his obese body suddenly leaning back, and at the same time, he pushed off with his feet, retreating rapidly backward.

"Splash—!"

He knocked over the table behind him.

The dough, wooden mold, carving knife, and several freshly sculpted dough figurines on the table were all scattered on the floor.

But he was still a step too slow.

The blade grazed his chest.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of cloth tearing.

Sun Liang's shirt was ripped open with a long tear.

The skin and flesh underneath were also cut open and turned inside out, but there was no blood.

Not a drop of blood.

What was exposed at the wound was not flesh and blood, but some kind of pale yellow, viscous, paste-like substance.

Huang Shujian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sun Liang staggered back a few steps, glanced down at the wound on his chest, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

But he quickly looked up, forcing a look of surprise and anger on his face.

"Young Master Huang...!"

His voice trembled, but it was filled with more anger.

"You came to my door late at night and killed me without saying a word!"

"Don't you...don't you have any regard for the laws of Goose City?!"

Huang Shujian smiled.

He sheathed his knife, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and looked calmly at Sun Liang.

That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a clown.

"The law?"

He repeated the two words softly, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"Although I don't want to admit it..."

"But in this Goose City, the law belongs to the Huang family."

"What I say is the law."

Sun Liang's body stiffened abruptly.

He finally remembered that the young man in front of him was no ordinary rich kid.

He is the young master of the Huang family, the true crown prince of Goose City.

Sun Liang's gaze was calm, and the fat on his face trembled slightly.

He knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully.

Huang Shujian's gaze shifted from Sun Liang to the table he had just knocked over.

The table was tilted to one side, the drawer had fallen out, and its contents were scattered all over the floor.

Besides various kinds of dough, wooden molds, and carving knives, there were some other things...

Several oddly shaped razors, with slender blades and edges as thin as cicada wings.

Several small porcelain bottles, their mouths sealed with corks, emitted a faint, pungent medicinal odor.

Seeing the knives and medicines used for skinning and processing livestock, Sun Liang's face turned even paler.

The next second, he moved.

With a sudden twist, the obese body shot towards the window on the other side of the room like a marble.

His speed was astonishing, unlike that of a fat person at all.

Huang Shujian's eyes sharpened.

"Trying to run away?"

He pushed off the ground with both feet, his body moving like a tiger descending a mountain, pouncing towards Sun Liang.

A person is in mid-air when their body suddenly spins.

The liver and gallbladder in his hand, propelled by the force of rotation, traced an even sharper arc.

Battle Storm Blade Style!

The blade flashed black, its sharp light cutting through the air.

Hearing the wind behind him, Sun Liang didn't turn around and continued rushing forward.

But it was still a little too slow.

The blade grazed his back.

"laugh--"

There was another sound of tearing cloth.

Sun Liang's clothes were ripped open on the back, and his skin was cut open as well.

There was still no blood.

Only that pale yellow, viscous paste seeped out of the wound.

But Sun Liang used the force of the blow to rush to the window.

He grabbed the window frame with both hands, his obese body about to climb up and jump out of the window.

Huang Shujian landed without pausing for a moment.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, lifted his right foot, and like a white crane, stretched out his arms and pounced on Sun Liang again.

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, and grabbed Sun Liang's left arm.

Then, he suddenly pulled me backward!