Chapter 5: The Moving Mountain Master's Movement Art Mastered!

"After discovering that the blood-red figure was actually a person, the Wu family's Old Grandfather bit his lower lip, drew the long cavalry saber at his waist, and wanted to stab the thing!"

"But before he could even bend down, the monster suddenly crouched and lunged at him!"

"Old Three saw a flash of red before his eyes—by the time he thought to dodge, it was already too late."

"In the blink of an eye, his feet slipped and he fell backward with the momentum."

"At the same time, a full clip of bullets from his Mauser pistol all hit the thing's chest at close range. The thing was instantly sent spraying blood, stumbling back several steps and crashing into the grass."

"Old Three rolled with the momentum as well, then immediately jumped up, turned, and pulled the trigger aiming straight at the thing's head."

"But then—crack! —the Mauser jammed!"

Zhang Lin reached the crucial part of the story and heard everyone around him tense up.

Wang Pangzi slapped the table and blurted out, "Shit! What kind of garbage weapon is this?! Tianzhen, I'm telling you, if the two of us go down a tomb, we absolutely cannot get screwed over by this shoddy product!"

Wu Tianzhen, meanwhile, stared at Zhang Lin with a tense expression, deeply curious about how the Wu family's Old Grandfather had handled things in this story.

At this point Zhang Lin continued, "Old Three watched the blood-red thing twist and pull itself back up, and cursed inwardly—the reckless courage he'd just had was already gone."

"He swung his arm in a full arc and hurled the gun at it, not caring whether it hit, then turned and ran."

"Once a man's fighting spirit drains away, not even eight horses can pull it back. So this time he didn't even dare look back."

"He spotted a big tree ahead and sprinted toward it, figuring that no matter what, that monster thing couldn't climb a tree—get up the tree first and hide!"

"But sometimes that's just how it goes—when a man's down on his luck, even cold water gets stuck between his teeth."

"Suddenly the Wu family's Old Grandfather caught his foot, pitched forward face-first, and slammed his whole face into a tree stump. Instantly his nose and mouth were full of blood."

"That fall really did a number on him—the Wu family's Old Grandfather immediately felt dizzy and dazed."

"He gritted his teeth and tried to stand, but found he couldn't muster any strength in his hand at all. Just then the wind rose behind him. He looked back and saw the monster was already within a few steps—this was the King of Hell coming to call roll!"

At this point in the telling, almost every listener held their breath, afraid to move.

Even the young serving girls moving through Sanqing Garden pouring tea and refilling sunflower seeds stood stock-still, staring at Zhang Lin.

Afraid of missing any of the exciting scenes!

Zhang Lin paid no attention to the crowd's reaction and went on: "This Wu family's Old Grandfather was, after all, a sensible man. He knew there was no escaping this time, so he simply threw caution to the wind and lay still on the ground."

"In an instant, the monster pounced onto his back and stomped down hard with one foot."

"The Wu family's Old Grandfather immediately felt a sweet taste rise in his throat—his bile was stomped right out of him."

"At the same time, a strange itch spread across his back, and his vision instantly grew hazy."

"No need to think about it—he'd been poisoned, and the toxin was extremely fierce!"

The danger Zhang Lin was describing was also being listened to in a small private box on the east side of the second floor, where an old woman with a head full of white hair sat with a pretty, delicate-looking young woman.

Hearing this, the young woman said, "Grandma, is this really the story of the Wu family's Old Grandfather?"

The old woman only gave a snort of laughter and said, "Whether it is or not, I don't know either. That Wu Laogou is a tight-lipped old dog."

"Just listen to how cowardly he sounds in this story—even if it were true, would he ever tell it to us?"

The young woman pursed her lips and said nothing.

Her grandmother's words clearly showed bias against the Wu family's Old Grandfather!

The Wu family's Old Grandfather in the story was very young at the time—facing such a terrifying blood corpse, merely having the courage to fight back with a gun was already remarkable.

But her grandmother had only remembered the part where he lay on the ground waiting to die!

Moreover, the young woman had observed the old lady's expression while listening—curiosity mixed with disdain.

Especially strong opinions about this Wu family's Old Grandfather!

This made the young woman couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that this Wu family's Old Grandfather had offended her grandmother in the past?

After thinking it over, the young woman asked again, "Grandma, this fellow tells it so vividly, as if he'd seen it all with his own eyes."

"I really don't know where this character popped up from. Do you think he really knows all the secrets of the Laojiu Sect?"