Chapter 3278

Although Yuan Chengze felt the world had gone mad, he still instinctively hurried to help Wu Shuhang up.

After Wu Shuhang stood up, he immediately used his left hand to feel around in his pocket, trying to pull out the phone he had previously slipped into his right pocket with his right hand.

But Wu Shuhang's phone had always been kept in the inner pocket of his jacket, easily accessible with his right hand; however, trying to reach it with his left hand by bending over and fumbling inside was nearly impossible.

Wu Shuhang tried several times in vain, while Yuan Chengze watched him constantly adjusting the angle of his left hand, bending inward and fumbling, leaving him utterly astonished—having previously seen Wu Shuhang's left hand severed, he now watched his left hand twisting and bending flexibly before his eyes.

At first, he felt a strange sense of disconnection, but as he watched, he began to feel anxious over Wu Shuhang's repeated failures, while also hesitating, unsure whether he should help.

Not helping pained him to see Wu Shuhang suffer, but helping seemed pointless—such a simple task, and if he interfered and annoyed Wu Shuhang, it would be self-inflicted trouble.

As he hesitated, Wu Shuhang was nearly breaking down, looked up at Yuan Chengze, and shouted in frustration: "Come on, give me a hand—help me get my phone out, what's the harm?"

Yuan Chengze hurriedly replied: "Grand Commander, please calm your anger; your subordinate will get it out for you right away."

Saying that, he quickly stepped forward and pulled the phone out.

Wu Shuhang angrily snatched the phone from his hand, but his left hand was still unaccustomed—he fumbled the grip and the phone flew out of his hand.

He quickly lunged forward, picked up the phone from the ground, found it undamaged, and hurriedly unlocked it to call Wu Tianlin.

As he dialed, he told Yuan Chengze: "You go outside for a moment."

Yuan Chengze didn't want to stay either; hearing this, he quickly retreated.

Wu Tianlin answered the phone quickly and asked: "Shuhang, do you have any new developments on your end?"

Wu Shuhang, utterly wronged, said: "Grandfather, your grandson is wronged, grandfather!"

As he spoke, tears streamed uncontrollably, and his voice choked with sobs.

Wu Tianlin, hearing his lament, assumed he had not yet emerged from the shadow of his severed left hand, and tried to comfort him: "Shuhang, think of your brother's fate, then look at yourself—you're already very fortunate. Your brother lost the Cyprus garrison, a viscount died in his garrison, you also lost a garrison, and a baronet's fate in yours is unknown—by responsibility, you two are evenly matched, but he is dead while you only lost a right hand—what is there to cry about?"

Wu Shuhang cried: "No, grandfather... the Holy Lord has decreed punishment, your grandson dares not disobey, but you don't know—just now, that damned mysterious person came to the door and tormented your grandson terribly; that person is nothing short of a devil!"

Wu Tianlin exclaimed: "What did you say? That mysterious person came to you—and didn't kill you?"

Wu Shuhang choked: "That bastard didn't even deign to kill me—he treated me like a dog to torment..."

As he spoke, Wu Shuhang said: "Grandfather, a few days ago you told me about the Remolding Pill; today that bastard showed up and forced me to swallow one without a word..."

Wu Tianlin snorted: "Shuhang, do you really believe that? The Remolding Pill is priceless—even the Holy Lord hasn't gathered all its ingredients; one ingredient, legend says, is Phoenix Bone Vine, which the Holy Lord hasn't found in hundreds of years—this person just hands you a pill and calls it a Remolding Pill, and you actually believed him?"

Wu Shuhang hurriedly: "No, grandfather! I didn't believe it at first—I thought he was just talking nonsense—but he didn't care whether I believed him or not, and forced me to swallow it; the key is, after I took it, my left hand really grew back—I watched it slowly develop from a tiny bud into a perfect left hand, and the whole process took less than five minutes..."

"Hiss..." Wu Tianlin sucked in a cold breath, sternly pressing: "Shuhang, is this true? That person came to you, didn't hit or kill you, just to give you a Remolding Pill worth a city? The more I hear, the more absurd it sounds—you and I have heard of his methods: he doesn't just kill decisively, he's even somewhat perverted—using close-defense cannons to blast people, helicopter rotors to decapitate, more devilish than the devil. He knows you're the Grand Commander of the Right Army Governor's Office, yet he didn't chop off your head—instead, he gave you a Remolding Pill. This is too strange."

Wu Shuhang cried: "Grandfather, you don't know—this bastard gave me a Remolding Pill, but after my left hand grew back, he chopped off my right hand—and he did it by using spiritual energy in his palm to sever it cleanly; my right hand is already shattered!"

"What?!" Wu Tianlin felt a chill down his back, exclaiming: "That person gave you a pill to regrow your left hand, then chopped off your right hand—so you still only have one hand, just switched from right to left?"

"Yes, grandfather..." Wu Shuhang sobbed: "You say this bastard—isn't he a living beast? Wasting a Remolding Pill worth hundreds of billions just to torment and humiliate your grandson..."

Wu Tianlin broke into a cold sweat, muttering: "This isn't just to humiliate you—it's to humiliate the Holy Lord! He used the Holy Lord's long-sought divine pill to heal your left hand, then chopped off your right hand—this is clearly a slap in the Holy Lord's face! And he did it with the very left hand you regrew! To humiliate the Holy Lord, he'd waste such a precious pill—this man's audacity is unheard of—what's the difference between this and spending a hundred billion just to slap someone?"

Wu Shuhang sobbed: "Grandfather, I don't know how to report this to the Holy Lord—like you said, this person's act is to humiliate the Holy Lord, so the Holy Lord harbors resentment—will he take it out on your grandson?"

Wu Tianlin sighed: "Ah... I can't guess this, but such a matter cannot be hidden from the Holy Lord—if you were just a mid-to-high official in the Right Army Governor's Office, you'd rarely see the Holy Lord, so this could stay hidden—but you are the Grand Commander, and next year the Holy Lord will inspect your garrison, so you must receive him in person—nothing can be concealed."

After speaking, Wu Tianlin asked: "By the way, did you see that person's face?"

"No..." Wu Shuhang said: "He wore a mask, only his eyes showed—I couldn't tell his appearance, but from his voice, he sounds young, probably around thirty."

"That young?" Wu Tianlin wondered: "How can someone in their thirties have such profound cultivation, and even possess a Remolding Pill?"

Wu Shuhang said: "He looks young, but I can't be sure if his actual age is older."

Wu Tianlin asked: "Did that person say anything valuable to you?"

Wu Shuhang thought: "Right—this person knows the Holy Lord's name, and he told me to deliver a message to the Holy Lord."

Wu Tianlin immediately pressed: "What message?"

Wu Shuhang nervously: "Grandfather, that message is truly treasonous—I dare not say it..."

Wu Tianlin rebuked: "Scoundrel! If you don't say such a crucial thing, how can the Holy Lord know the clues? Speak quickly!"

Wu Shuhang could only force himself: "He... he told me to tell the Holy Lord:... he will... personally kill the Holy Lord, and then... and then..."

Wu Tianlin urged anxiously: "And what? Say it fast!"

Wu Shuhang lowered his voice: "He said he would also erect a life-sized bronze statue of the Holy Lord, forcing the Holy Lord to kneel before the tomb of Lin Zhulu to atone..."

"Lin Zhulu?!" Wu Tianlin felt his head spin, blurting: "How... how would he know Lin Zhulu?! In this world, besides the Holy Lord and the Wu family, who else knows of Lin Zhulu's existence?!"

Wu Shuhang hurriedly: "Grandfather, didn't you forget the Lady Lin Wan'er the Holy Lord has been seeking all this time? This bastard might be one of Lin Wan'er's people!"

Wu Tianlin blurted: "Lady Lin Wan'er has no strength to truss a chicken—she only lives long because of the pill Lin Zhulu gave her; after all these years of fleeing, how could she have cultivated such a master?!"