Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Chapter 21 unknown

Lin Fusheng held the small package, still warm from his body, and the heavy box of ointment in his hands, his throat feeling a little tight.

Although my aunt's family was considered well-off, fifty or sixty silver dollars was no small sum; it must have been saved up by her frugal living for a long time.

This ointment is even more precious.

He had met his uncle before; he was a very kind man.

This act of kindness in times of need is far more valuable than any grand promise.

"Thank you, Auntie."

"Don't thank me, we're family, no need for formalities."

Lin Ruoyin interrupted Lin Fusheng, "Your father is gone, and you're my only nephew. I can't just stand by and watch you go. Sigh, about that matter, if you don't want to, your aunt will secretly try. I can't just do nothing."

"Auntie, really, you don't need to!"

Lin Fusheng quickly replied.

"Don't worry about it," Lin Ruoyin waved her hand. "Take good care of yourself. Auntie's gone. If anything happens... try to send her a message."

Lin Ruoyin glanced at Lin Fusheng, then smiled, turned around and walked away in small steps.

Her back looked hurried, as if she was afraid that if she stayed any longer she would burst into tears.

Lin Fusheng stood there, looking in the direction where his aunt had disappeared.

After a long while, he looked down at what he was holding.

He quietly put away the silver dollars and ointment.

"Time waits for no one..."

Lin Fusheng muttered something to himself, then cleared his mind of all distractions and focused his attention on his body.

The blood and qi surged like a river, washing over the limbs and bones, and repeatedly impacting and permeating the increasingly clear skin barrier.

He could clearly feel that with each breath and each movement of qi and blood, his body was becoming stronger and his strength was increasing. Under the continuous impact of qi and blood, the barrier was becoming more and more shaky.

Rely on yourself, become stronger, and survive!

This thought was like a brand, deeply etched into his mind.

The three days passed quickly in arduous practice.

For the past three days, Lin Fusheng has hardly left his backyard.

When hungry, someone would bring food; when thirsty, someone would bring cool tea. Apart from necessary rest and treating wounds, all time was devoted to the visualization of the Iron Clothes Stance and the practice of the Six Harmonies Fist.

He cautiously used some of the Western ointment his aunt had given him, and its effects were indeed potent. Combined with the medicinal herbs provided by the association, his injuries healed extremely quickly, and his blood and qi grew even faster.

In the evening, after finishing a round of intensive training, Lin Fusheng examined himself once again.

Ironclad Stance (Perfect: 374/400): Health +374%

Qi and Blood: 24 (+89.76)

The progress of the iron-cloth pile project has reached 374.

Only 26 points away from the perfect 400 points!

His Qi and Blood amplification also increased to 89.76. He could feel the power in his body becoming more and more surging. The tingling and tightness under his skin were almost constant, as if an extremely tough leather was slowly taking shape under his flesh.

Soon, soon.

In five more days at most, it will be completed successfully.

The realm of stone skin is within reach!

Lin Fusheng felt exhilarated.

He planned to take a shower and then, while he was in good spirits, practice his stance training again.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and frantic footsteps came from the front yard, accompanied by panicked shouts, and quickly approached the back yard.

"Chief Lin! Chief Lin! Something terrible has happened!"

A usually composed thug scrambled into the backyard, his face deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his eyes filled with undisguised terror, as if he had seen something extremely horrifying.

"The riverbank! Something's happened by the riverbank! Our gang members ran into..."

He was panting, incoherent, and his teeth were chattering:

"We encountered something unclean! It's malevolent, extremely malevolent. Several brothers died, and many more were injured!"

"That's absolutely not something a human would do! It's like it's been possessed by an evil spirit, or attracted some kind of 'inauspicious' influence!"

With a whoosh.

The thug's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

He pointed towards the door, his voice trembling with tears:

"You should go to the riverbank and take a look! Boss Hua has already gone over there, and Jinrong Gambling House is right by the river. You should definitely go and check it out!"

Lin Fusheng's expression changed. After quickly tidying himself up, he immediately followed the thug and left Jinrong Casino.

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The night air in Songjiang is exceptionally damp and cold.

For some reason, a strong fishy smell and an indescribable chill, as if emanating from deep within the mud, permeated the banks of the Songjiang River today.

A few gas lamps, originally used for loading and unloading cargo on the dock, were hastily lit. The dim, flickering light barely tore through a small patch of night, but it only made the scene before them even more terrifying.

When Lin Fusheng arrived with the thugs who had delivered the message, a large crowd had already gathered on an open area near the abandoned old weir at the dock.

Most of them were members of the Tongxin Association who rushed over after hearing the news, as well as some coolies and nearby residents who had been driven away and were looking around in fear.

In the center of the open space, seven or eight corpses were roughly covered with straw mats and rags.

It could also be described as seven or eight piles of broken bodies.

The pungent, nauseating stench, mixed with the sweetness of fresh blood and the sour, putrid smell of ruptured internal organs, hit the area like a tangible tide, causing many of the onlookers to cover their mouths and noses, their faces turning pale.

Someone trembled as they lifted a corner of the straw mat.

Lin Fusheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

That cannot be called a complete corpse at all.

Each one was reduced to half.

More precisely, only half of it remains, which is relatively 'complete'.

The other half of his body seemed to have been brutally shattered and smashed by an indescribable, extremely violent force. His flesh, bones, torn clothes, and even the rubble and mud on the ground mixed together, forming puddles of blurry, viscous paste.

The cross-section is extremely uneven, as if it was torn and smashed by a huge force, rather than cut by a sharp blade.

The remaining half of the corpse was equally bizarre.

The chest and abdominal cavities are often ripped open with a large hole, and the internal organs such as the heart, liver, lungs, and intestines are completely eaten, leaving only some residue and adhered tissue.

The edges of the wound were jagged, bearing the marks of being roughly gnawed.

The deceased's expression was frozen in extreme fear and pain, his eyes bulging and his mouth wide open, as if he had seen an incomprehensible horror in the last moments of his life.

This way of dying, this horrific scene...

Lin Fusheng's heart skipped a beat.

A chill crept up my spine.

He's seen it!

Although it only happened once, it left an incredibly deep impression on me!

That was when they were forced by Uncle Rong to go to Jinrong Gambling House, and a group of Japanese soldiers died in the same way.

It was the same case where half of the body was blown apart and the internal organs were eaten.

The air was filled with a similar, indescribable, strong fishy smell!

At the time, Uncle Rong said that it might be an ominous sign.

Even now, he still doesn't know what this so-called ominous sign is.

What exactly is it?

Lin Fusheng frowned, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage.