Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 77 Harvest

The woman with large breasts twitched once, then remained completely still.

Huang Shujian closed his eyes.

In my mind, a dark blue panel quietly appeared.

[Free Attributes: 16]

After removing the previous eight points, eight more points have suddenly been added.

It wasn't the big-breasted woman who provided it; it was that old woman from the altar.

It was slightly less than what the previous baby monster provided.

"It seems that different demons and evil spirits offer slightly different free attribute points..."

Huang Shujian opened his eyes, recalling Ma Da and the python in Xingli Garden.

Neither of them provided any attribute points.

It seems that the python's cultivation is insufficient; at best, it's just a powerful wild beast.

Thinking about it this way, the giant catfish in the Azure Pool probably didn't provide attribute points either.

It's just a bigger beast.

Huang Shujian snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the two unconscious servants.

They were awake, but their eyes were vacant and their expressions were numb, as if they had lost their souls.

Wu Zhichong walked over and checked on the two of them.

"It's not a big problem."

"Grandma Jar is dead; this clash is only temporary."

"Mix glutinous rice with black dog blood and stuff it into their mouths; they'll recover in a couple of days."

Huang Shujian nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

At this moment, Lu Yu, supported by Murong Xue, limped over.

Her leg had been bandaged, but blood was still seeping out, staining the bandages red.

"What about the little boy?" she asked, her voice weak. "And... the beautiful snake, that singing face..."

Huang Shujian glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to walk towards Xingli Garden.

Wu Zhichong instructed the servants to clean up the scene and then followed them.

The stench of blood still lingered backstage at Xingliyuan.

Martha's body lay in a pool of blood, while the giant python's body lay limp beside it, like a huge tattered sack. The wound on its abdomen had stopped bleeding, but the mucus and blood mixed together, spreading a large dark red stain on the floor.

When the head of Xingliyuan woke up and saw Ma Da's corpse and the giant python, he trembled like a leaf.

"Spare me...spare me..."

He knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, his forehead hitting the floor with a dull thud.

"I don't know anything... I didn't know they were bad people, I'm just a performer..."

His voice was choked with sobs, tears and snot streaming down his face, but no one paid him any attention.

Xiuer was holding a little boy's hand, standing in the corner.

The child was the same one who had a runny nose earlier; now he was dazed, confused, and motionless.

Nearby, three little monkeys squatted on the ground, trembling.

They huddled together for warmth, their eyes filled with fear and bewilderment as they looked at the crowd around them.

Huang Shujian glanced at the troupe leader, said nothing, and turned to look at Wu Zhichong.

"Drag the body away."

"Search the entire vaudeville troupe."

Wu Zhichong nodded and immediately waved.

Several servants stepped forward, tied up the corpses of Ma Da and the giant python with hemp rope, and dragged them towards the back door.

The corpse left a long trail of blood on the floor, and the stench became even stronger.

"Skinning a python is a valuable thing; its skin is thick and tough, and its scales can even stop bullets."

Wu Zhichong's eyes lit up: "Understood!"

The servants immediately dispersed and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets backstage.

For a moment, the backstage area was filled with the sound of searching.

Just then, the singing started again.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower..."

Her voice was sweet, clear, and melodious.

But the sound of it echoing in this blood-soaked scene, where the bodies had just been dragged away, seemed particularly eerie.

Everyone was stunned.

The rummaging stopped.

The servants stopped what they were doing, looked at each other, and their faces showed expressions of horror.

The head of the Xingliyuan troupe trembled even more violently. He curled up on the ground, covered his ears with his hands, and muttered incantations as if he were praying.

"A ghost...a ghost..."

Huang Shujian raised his head and looked towards the second floor.

"Go upstairs."

"Take that jar down."

The servants exchanged glances, but none of them moved.

Their faces were pale, their lips trembled, and their feet seemed nailed to the ground.

The fight just now had terrified them. Now, hearing this eerie singing, who would dare go upstairs?

"I'll go."

Murong Xue spoke.

She helped Lu Yu sit down against the wall, then let go of her hand and turned to walk towards the stairs.

The singing continues.

Sweet, innocent, over and over again.

A short while later, Murong Xue came down the stairs.

She was holding a white porcelain jar in her hands.

The jar was small, only a foot tall, and entirely white, gleaming with a cold porcelain sheen in the dim light.

On the mouth of the jar, a human head was prominently displayed.

A woman's head.

Jet-black hair, delicate features, and a face as white as porcelain.

At this moment, her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted, as if she were sleeping.

But as Murong Xue descended the last step, the head suddenly opened its eyes.

His empty eyes swept over the crowd, and then his mouth slowly opened.

"Even if all the flowers in the garden are in bloom, their fragrance cannot surpass hers..."

Backstage, things instantly erupted into chaos.

"Oh my god!"

"A ghost! It really is a ghost!"

"A head! There's a head growing out of the jar!"

The servants were so frightened that they retreated one after another, some even sitting on the ground and crawling backward on their hands and feet.

The head of Xingliyuan Opera Troupe rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Wu Zhichong let out a sharp shout, his voice like a thunderclap.

He stepped forward, blocking the crowd, his gaze fixed on the jar of human heads.

"What's the panic!"

"This is a jar doll! Granny Jar's insidious tricks!"

His voice was loud, drowning out the singing and the screams of the crowd.

"This is one of the most insidious methods used by beggar women."

"When children are very young, special medicine is used to soften all the bones in their bodies."

"Then, stuff them into specially made jars."

"The mouth of the jar was right up to his neck, and his whole body was curled up inside the jar."

"They were then fed with secret medicine to allow their heads to continue growing, but their bodies... were restricted by the jars and could not grow."

"Day after day, year after year."

"In the end, it turned out like this."

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"The children in the jar are basically no longer considered human."

"They were driven mad by drugs and became playthings for others to enjoy."

The backstage area was deathly silent.

Only the jar with the human head was still singing.

Her voice was sweet and innocent, as if she were truly a carefree young girl singing.

Huang Shujian listened quietly, his gaze fixed on the jar.

His expression didn't change much, but something was churning deep in his eyes.

Wu Zhichong then looked at the three little monkeys.

"They were already old, and I estimate... they only have one or two months left to live."

"That's why that woman is in such a hurry to kidnap a new child, preparing to replace him."

He paused, then looked at the jar containing the human head.

"As for this jar doll..."

"If we continue to feed it, it might live a little longer."

Xiuer felt a pang of sympathy and squatted down to gently pat the head of one of the little monkeys.

The little monkey shrank back in fright, but quickly calmed down and let her stroke it.

"Young Master..."

Xiuer raised her head and looked at Huang Shujian, her voice choked with emotion.

"They are so pitiful..."

"Could we... keep them?"

She wiped away her tears and added, "I'll pay! I'll give you all my monthly savings!"

Huang Shujian looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, and then nodded.

Little monkey, it doesn't matter. But this pretty girl's head...

His gaze returned to the jar containing the human head.

The woman in the jar was still singing, her eyes vacant, a faint smile playing on her lips.

I don't know if this counts as an evil spirit...