Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 69 The Secret of Surviving a Beheading

"Come back here!"

Sun Liang's obese body was forcibly pulled off the window frame and slammed heavily to the ground.

Huang Shujian turned around, gripped the knife with both hands, and raised it high.

Inside his chest, the heart of the mountain king pounded violently.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his arms and into the blade.

The blade, dark black like liver and gallbladder, faintly glowed with a layer of red light.

"roar--!"

A deep tiger's roar whistled out from the blade.

He leaped up like a tiger pouncing on its prey, his liver and gallbladder, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashing towards Sun Liang's neck!

"Snap!"

Sun Liang's head flew off with a thud.

Like a ball, it drew an arc in the air and rolled to the corner.

The obese body lay motionless on the ground.

There was still no blood.

Huang Shujian sheathed his sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his gaze fixed on Sun Liang's headless corpse.

Staring at the severed neck.

The cut was very clean, like a radish that had been cut in one stroke.

However, on the cross-section, there are no blood vessels, no bones, and no flesh.

Only that kind of pale yellow, viscous batter.

In the center of the cross-section, where the spine should have been, there was only a... pit.

A fist-sized, dark pit.

Something was wriggling inside the pit.

Then, a small head popped out of the pit.

It's really small.

It was only the size of a fist, bald, without hair, and with wrinkled skin, like a newborn baby.

But that face was Sun Liang's face.

The smaller versions, crammed together, look rather comical.

That little head opened its eyes.

His eyes were filled with terror and resentment as he stared intently at Huang Shujian.

Huang Shujian was taken aback.

Then he understood.

"I see……"

He muttered to himself, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"It's not that you can't die from being beheaded..."

"You don't have a head at all."

He stared at the little head and slowly smiled.

This Sun Liang was a skinny guy.

He usually uses a secret method to wrap dough around his body to disguise himself as a fat person.

When beheading someone, if you tuck your head into your neck, you won't get cut.

That's why they can pull off the trick of surviving being beheaded.

The reason he didn't bleed when I hit him before was because I only cut through the outer dough.

"They have quite a few tricks up their sleeves."

Huang Shujian sneered and gripped the hilt of his knife tightly once more.

"Come out."

"What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me."

Sun Liang stopped hiding and his little head suddenly popped out of the pit completely.

Next, the neck, the shoulders, the torso...

His whole being, like a snake, slowly emerged from that obese body.

Only when he was completely freed did Huang Shujian see his true form.

thin.

Extremely thin.

Like a stick, with no flesh on its body, its ribs protruding one by one, and its skin clinging tightly to its bones, it looked like a moving skeleton.

Its head is very small, and its slender neck makes it look extremely disproportionate.

The whole person was like a... monster.

After Sun Liang revealed his true form, he turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

This time, he was much faster.

Without the outer layer of dough binding him, his small body moved as nimbly as a monkey, and he darted to the door in no time.

Huang Shujian immediately gave chase.

The blade flashed and slashed towards Sun Liang's back.

But Sun Liang twisted his body at an odd angle, dodging the knife.

At the same time, he waved his right hand and sprinkled out a handful of white powder.

The powder was very fine, spreading in the air like a white mist, blocking Huang Shujian's way.

Huang Shujian instinctively held his breath, but it was too late.

Some powder drifted into his mouth and nose.

A burning sensation immediately exploded in my tongue and throat.

It felt like eating chili peppers, or like being burned.

The powder irritated my eyes, turning them instantly red, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Huang Shujian couldn't help but cough, while closing his eyes and taking a few steps back.

But the knife in his hand did not stop.

Guided by instinct, he swung his knife again.

"laugh--"

What did the blade slice through?

This time, blood gushed out.

Sun Liang let out a muffled groan and staggered a step, but did not stop and continued to rush out.

Huang Shujian rubbed his eyes and barely opened them a crack.

He saw Sun Liang rush to the door, his figure about to disappear into the night.

Huang Shujian took a deep breath, enduring the burning sensation in his throat and eyes, and steadied himself.

He got it.

This Sun Liang probably has no other skills besides disguising himself by making dough.

"Since we have no other options, there's no need to hold back..."

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the silent night, sending dust swirling down from the eaves.

At the doorway, Sun Liang's thin body suddenly stiffened.

Then, he fell to the ground.

It didn't move again.

Huang Shujian put down his gun, which was still emitting blue smoke.

He blew away the gunpowder smoke and tucked the Mauser pistol back into his waistband.

Then, he walked to Sun Liang's body and looked down at it.

The bullet entered from his back and exited from his chest, leaving a bloody hole in his chest.

This time, there was a lot of blood.

It stained his thin body red, and also stained the stone pavement beneath him red.

Sun Liang's body lay at the entrance of the alley, his blood slowly seeping into the bluestone slab.

Huang Shujian turned and went back into the house, his eyes sweeping around, taking in the things on the ground.

He crouched down and picked up a razor.

The blade was slender and thin as paper, gleaming coldly under the oil lamp.

Huang Shujian touched the blade with his finger.

Very sharp.

He put down the razor and picked up a small porcelain bottle.

I pulled out the cork and brought it to my nose to smell it.

A pungent, fishy stench assaulted my senses.

It looks like rotting flesh, or like the secretions of some kind of animal.

He frowned and threw the porcelain bottle back onto the ground.

Finally, his gaze fell on the box in the corner.

Huang Shujian walked over, squatted down, and opened the box.

Inside the box, several sets of... furs were neatly stacked.

Monkey fur.

Its brown fur was fine and soft, and it gleamed with a dim sheen under the oil lamp.

Each pelt was intact, from head to tail, as if the entire monkey had been skinned.

But the strangest thing is the back of the fur.

Instead of the rough surface of tanned leather, it was... bright red flesh and blood.

The flesh was covered by a layer of transparent, jelly-like paste, and it looked very fresh; you could even see the fine vein patterns.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine wafted out of the box.

Huang Shujian's brows furrowed tightly.

He knew what it was.

If I had arrived any later, this monkey skin would have already been used to cut the little boy.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

No wonder this acrobatic troupe only performs once in one place before leaving immediately.

They dared not linger.

So, like a swarm of locusts, they would eat and drink their fill in one place, make enough money, kidnap a few children along the way, and then quickly leave to move on to the next place.

It goes unnoticed by gods and ghosts.

Huang Shujian stood up and searched the room carefully again.

The little boy was not found.

At that moment, a commotion came from backstage.