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Inside the carriage, Huang Shujian rose and fell gently with the swaying of the horses and carriage.
He let out a long breath, and his furrowed brows relaxed slightly.
"Thank goodness, this thing... is also afraid of bullets," he muttered to himself, with a hint of relief.
It has been a month since I transmigrated to this bizarre and wonderful world.
In 1919, the political situation in Dazhang was far more chaotic than imagined.
Although it was called the Republic of China, it was actually a time of turbulent undercurrents and complex intertwined forces.
The new government was like a candle flickering in the wind, its decrees finding it difficult to even leave the capital.
Externally, the ironclad warships of foreign powers patrolled the coast, eyeing the land with predatory intent; internally, warlords of all sizes carved up the regions, constantly waging war.
Furthermore, natural disasters and man-made calamities occur frequently, making life difficult for the people.
What is most unsettling is that the demons and evil spirits that originally existed only in supernatural tales and rural folklore seem to have quietly emerged in this chaotic world where moral order has collapsed and etiquette has been lost, causing harm time and again, and are no longer just ethereal legends.
The only thing to be thankful for was that he was born into a good family and became the legitimate son of Huang Silang, the local tyrant of Goose City, with only one older sister.
However, he went abroad to study some years ago, and I haven't seen him yet.
Goose City is not large, but the Huang family has been entrenched here for decades, deeply rooted and wielding absolute power, practically controlling everything.
Even the magistrate named Ba Liming could not contend with the Huang family and could only be a puppet magistrate.
In Goose City, the sky belongs to the Huang family, to Huang Silang!
As the young master of the Huang family, Huang Shujian's status in Goose City was no different from that of the crown prince.
However, his position as crown prince was not secure.
Huang Shujian subconsciously raised his right hand and gently pressed it against his left chest through the fine flannel suit.
Beneath his clothes, a hideous, centipede-like scar lay, a mark left from his heart transplant surgery.
A month ago, while watching a play at Yuchun Garden, the most bustling theater in Goose City, he was attacked and killed by a mysterious assassin.
The opponent's martial arts were bizarre and ruthless. With just one punch, he shattered the opponent's heart meridian, leaving him on the verge of death with no hope of recovery.
Enraged, Huang Silang nearly went mad, and he arrested all the famous Chinese and Western doctors in the city.
Anyone who dared to say that the patient was beyond saving or that they were preparing for their death was shot dead on the spot with the gold Browning pistol he always carried, their blood splattering five steps away.
For a time, the medical community in Goose City was in a state of panic, with everyone feeling insecure, and bloodshed was rampant.
Finally, Huang Silang spent a staggering 100,000 taels of silver to persuade a passing southwestern witch doctor to help.
The witch doctor somehow obtained the heart of a mountain tiger and performed a perilous heart transplant to prolong its life.
That's why Huang Shujian is still able to sit in this carriage today.
It was during that brush with death that Huang Shujian witnessed a bizarre corner of the world, and from then on, he paid extra attention to all kinds of extraordinary and bizarre events, even with a sense of urgent crisis.
Therefore, when he heard that Wu Zhichong was going to lead people out of the city to kill the monster in Biyoutan, he specially followed him out, wanting to see it with his own eyes.
The carriage was quiet, with only the rumbling of the wheels on the road.
Huang Shujian could clearly feel that inside his chest, a heart that did not belong to him was beating steadily and powerfully.
Each pulse brings a powerful and abundant sense of strength, and a warm current flows through the limbs and bones.
But behind this powerful sense of strength, there is also a constant reminder that this body is not human.
A human being with the heart of a tiger will bring about evil and death.
This world is fraught with dangers, far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
The young master of the Huang family is indeed of noble status, able to mobilize resources, wield power, and decide the life and death of others with a single word.
But in the face of those supernatural and bizarre phenomena that defy common sense, this seemingly solid identity is as fragile as paper, easily punctured, and cannot bring him a true sense of security.
"Firearms are ultimately just external weapons. They might be enough to deal with the water monster we just encountered, but if we were to face something even more bizarre, or a martial arts master like the one who ambushed us last time, I'm afraid..."
"The murderer who attacked me is still at large, like a sword of Damocles hanging over my head..."
Three months later, Zhang Muzhi entered the city...
"Only by concentrating extraordinary power within oneself and constantly becoming stronger can one truly establish oneself!"
He silently recited it in his heart, his eyes gradually becoming firm.
As this thought arose, a deep blue, semi-transparent panel, visible only to himself, quietly appeared in his mind:
Name: Huang Shujian
[Class: Beast Blood Warrior]
[Technique: None]
[Talent: Pure Yang]
[Free Attributes: 3]
This is the cheat code that accompanied him through his time travel, and it is also his greatest reliance in this strange and chaotic world.
After replacing the tiger heart, the "Beast Blood Warrior" icon appeared directly in his class list.
Furthermore, there is a space after the name, which means that he can have multiple professions at the same time!
As for the [Pure Yang] talent, it was a product of natural awakening after the heart transplant.
These days he has been experimenting repeatedly in private. With the Pure Yang in his body, his blood surges like lead and mercury, and a warm current flows throughout his body. Even in the coldest days of winter, he feels as warm as spring.
His eyes shone brightly, sharp as an eagle's.
He even scared a vicious guard dog to death on the spot with just one look!
The tiger is a yang creature, the king of beasts, and its nature is extremely strong and yang, capable of warding off evil spirits and devouring ghosts.
"Beast Blood Warrior... This profession sounds like it focuses on physical and blood cultivation."
"Practicing the ordinary martial arts of this world should be twice as effective, right?"
His gaze fell on the car window. At the front of the procession, Wu Zhichong, the instructor of the Huang family militia, was riding a tall horse, carrying a gun and a knife.
"Wu Zhichong...isn't he supposed to be the top martial arts champion of the previous dynasty?"
……
The gates of Goose City were wide open.
The Huang family's procession, dragging the luxurious carriage and the giant water monster's corpse, which was bound with ropes and made of logs, drove into the city in a grand procession.
As dusk approached, the setting sun bathed the cobblestone streets in a dark, blood-red hue.
Most of the shops along the street had their doors half open, with shop assistants and managers peeking out.
The peddlers and pedestrians who were making a living on the street were all drawn to the horrifying giant corpse.
At first, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone was terrified by the giant catfish, the size of a truck and riddled with bullet holes.
The strong smell of blood and stench mingled together, filling the air and making people frown.
Several timid women let out a short scream and quickly covered the child's eyes with their hands.
"It's...it's the man-eating monster from the Azure Pool!"
From the crowd, someone shouted in a trembling voice.
This sound, like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil, instantly ignited the entire venue!
"Good heavens! It really is that monster!"
"It's dead! Master Huang sent men to kill it!"
"Waaaaah... My poor son! Can you see? The monster that ate you has been punished!"
"Heaven has eyes!"
After the initial shock came deafening cheers and wailing.
The crowd surged forward like a tide, completely surrounding the queue.
Vegetable leaves, mud, and even tattered straw sandals rained down on the monster's corpse.
Several people dressed in mourning clothes threw themselves onto the cold, slippery corpse, wailing and pounding it with their fists, scratching it with their nails, and biting it with their teeth, as if they wanted to tear this beast that had killed their loved ones to pieces.
"Hey! What are you doing! What are you all doing! Stand back!"
"You've startled the young master's carriage; can you afford the consequences?"
The butler, Hu Wan, immediately scolded him in a shrill voice.
He stood beside the carriage, hands on his hips, cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and raised his voice eight octaves, drowning out the noise of the scene:
"Fellow villagers! Please quiet down!"
"This monster in the deep blue pool has wreaked havoc for two months, taking lives and incurring the wrath of both heaven and man!"
"It's my master, Master Huang Silang! He's a kind and benevolent man who worries about the safety of the people and can't sleep at night!"
"That's why I specially ordered the militia instructor Wu Zhichong, and myself, Hu Wan, to lead the Huang family's men out of the city to rid the people of this scourge!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the excited crowd, then deliberately turned to the side, pointing respectfully to the carriage behind him, his voice even more obsequious:
"Moreover! Look everyone! My young master personally took command today, firing three divine shots that killed the water monster—a truly remarkable achievement!"
"Who gave Goose City this peace?"
"It's Master Huang! It's Young Master Huang! It's our Huang family!"
The people's emotions were completely stirred up, and all their eyes were turned to the silent carriage.
No one knows who started it, but the crowd, like wheat fields blown down by the wind, knelt down in a flurry, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master Huang!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Young Master Huang!"
Speech of gratitude, wailing, and kowtowing mingled together, filling the entire street.
Inside the carriage, Huang Shujian remained oblivious to the commotion outside the window.
His gaze passed over the sea of heads, over the rows of gray-tiled roofs, and landed directly on the tallest building in the city center—the main building of the Huang Family Manor.
The last rays of the setting sun were falling on the golden-red spire of the main building.
Right there on the rooftop terrace, a tiny glimmer of light flashed briefly, like a fleeting, cold star in the dark night.
Huang Shujian narrowed his eyes slightly.
He knew that his cheap old man, Huang Silang, was probably holding that high-powered telescope he had bought from the West at great expense, like a spider deep in its nest inspecting its web, coldly watching everything happening in the city, including his son who had just returned in triumph.