nyslfriends Chapter 30 A New Talent: Microscopic Insight
Chapter 30 A New Talent: Microscopic Insight
The sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and the deep blue night was gradually dispelled.
The Huang family's entourage, weary and stained with blood from the previous night, slowly drove into the city.
In the middle of the procession were two horse-drawn carriages piled high and covered with tarpaulins, obscuring what was inside.
Behind the procession followed three simple carts covered with white cloth, the outlines of human figures barely visible.
The most eye-catching item was the specially reinforced flatbed wagon at the end of the procession.
A huge sandalwood coffin was fixed on top.
The people in the city watched from afar, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with awe.
The Huang family has left the city again, supposedly to hunt down that bloodthirsty monster that rips people out of their hearts.
Could it be... that young master Huang has once again vanquished a monster for Goose City?
Inside the carriage, Huang Shujian leaned against a soft velvet cushion, his face somewhat pale, but his eyes were unusually clear.
His shirt was undone, revealing a gruesome wound on his lower left chest.
The wound has stopped bleeding, and the edges have turned an unusual pale pink, with newly formed granulation tissue faintly visible wriggling.
Xiuer knelt beside him, carefully cleaning the scabs around the wound, and then re-bandaged it with clean cotton cloth and the best wound medicine.
Her movements were very gentle, and her round little face was full of focus and heartache.
"Young Master, does it still hurt?" Xiu'er asked softly, her voice choked with sobs.
"It's alright." Huang Shujian shook his head, his gaze falling on the wound.
He could clearly feel a tingling, itchy sensation coming from the wound, a sign that the flesh was growing rapidly.
The 【Pure Yang】 talent not only brings immense power, but also extraordinary recovery ability.
If an ordinary person suffered such a penetrating wound, even if they did not die on the spot, they would have to lie in bed for several months.
For him, the injury would heal completely in ten days to half a month, and even the scar would be much lighter than that of an ordinary person.
Last night's battle successfully killed the culprit behind the "Jack the Ripper" massacre—the strange baby in the coffin.
However, the Huang family also paid a price: three elite servants were killed in battle, and two were seriously wounded.
Before returning, Huang Shujian gave instructions: Hu Wan should be in charge of handling the aftermath. Those who died in battle should be buried with lavish gifts, their families would receive a generous pension, and the Huang family promised to take care of their immediate family members.
The seriously injured were treated with expensive medical care by renowned doctors, and their subsequent living arrangements were also made by the Huang family.
As for all the servants who participated in last night's operation, regardless of whether they were injured or not, each of them will be given ten dollars!
Ten silver dollars!
For ordinary people, this is almost enough to last them several years!
For the servants, it was an unimaginable fortune!
It's enough to buy a few acres of poor land in the countryside, or to start a small business in the city.
When Hu Wan received the order, his face trembled, both because he was distressed by the large expense and because he knew that his young master's actions were not open to questioning.
Upon hearing this decision, the weariness and fear on the faces of the surviving servants were instantly replaced by ecstatic joy, and their eyes were filled with gratitude and unwavering devotion as they looked at Huang Shujian.
After calming people down and dealing with miscellaneous matters, Huang Shujian finally had time to calm down and examine the true gains of his trip.
He closed his eyes and let his mind drift into his thoughts.
A deep blue, semi-transparent panel quietly emerged.
In the talent bar, after [Pure Yang], there is a new one - [Microscopic Insight]!
Huang Shujian focused his mind on the "Subtle Understanding" technique, and a surge of information naturally dawned on him.
This talent originated from the strange infant in the coffin that he had killed!
It can greatly enhance one's control over oneself, making movements more precise and explosive.
The ability of the strange infant to burrow into a person's stomach and control their actions is the ultimate manifestation of this talent.
"【Pure Yang】dominates strength, qi and blood, recovery, and exorcism; 【Subtle】dominates precision, control, self-control, and evasion..."
"With one element of strength and the other of gentleness, one of power and the other of skill, complementing each other, my combat abilities will experience a qualitative leap!"
What surprised Huang Shujian even more was the free attribute points!
Originally, it was only a pitiful two points, but now it has skyrocketed to twelve points!
"Slaying monsters grants free attribute points!" He immediately understood the source of this surge. "That strange infant... it provided ten points!"
10 o'clock!
This is equivalent to the result of his hard work over the past few months.
Overnight, countless efforts were saved.
Indeed, in this dangerous world, the fastest way to improve is always through combat and hunting.
At the very bottom of the panel, in an inconspicuous corner, something caught Huang Shujian's attention.
It was a small outline of a head, which could be vaguely recognized as the hideous face of the strange infant from last night, a face somewhere between human and beast.
The profile picture floated there silently, without any text description, but Huang Shujian had a strong intuition—
This thing seems to contain fragments of the strange infant's remaining memories...
Hesitation lasts only a moment.
With a slight thought, Huang Shujian gently tapped the grayed-out avatar.
"Pop..."
Like the subtle sound of a soap bubble bursting, it echoed deep within my consciousness.
The next moment, a flood of chaotic, fragmented, bizarre images, sounds, and feelings rushed into his mind like a burst dam!
There was no coherent logic, no clear timeline, only fragmented pieces of memory, imbued with intense emotion, flashing rapidly before his eyes…
He has no name, or perhaps he never needed one.
From the moment I became vaguely aware, my surroundings were a mixture of darkness and warmth.
He lived a parasitic life, huddled inside another, larger body.
That body was the older brother, named Abao, a fool with only a huge body and ignorant instincts.
They were thrown into a muddy pile on a street corner in Kangcheng as soon as they were born, with death just around the corner.
Fortunately, an old woman walked over.
The old woman was very old; her back was bent like a ripe ear of rice, and the wrinkles on her face were so deep they could conceal all the bitterness in the world.
She paused for a long time before finally crouching down shakily, reaching out her withered, twig-like hands, and carefully picking them up.
There were no screams, no disgust.
Only a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaped: "What a tragedy..."
They settled down in their dilapidated, drafty shack, and the two brothers gained a grandmother.
Grandma would wash and mend clothes every day to earn a little bit of brown rice. She would light a fire and cook porridge with more water than rice, so clear that you could see the hole in the roof.
She would always scoop out the thickest part from the bottom for them, while she drank the thin rice porridge herself.
"Eat it, eat it... and you'll live."
The days are like a spindle in Grandma's hands, turning slowly, heavily, and with a creaking sound.
The sky over Cannes is always gray. The old men's carriages roll over the cobblestone streets, splashing mud and water, and scornful laughter comes from behind the curtains.
Taxes are becoming increasingly heavy, and rice prices are rising three times a day.
The old woman's swollen hands gradually became unable to earn her enough rice.
She had no choice but to lead them away, joining the ranks of refugees, like three rootless duckweeds, pushed and shoved by the turbulent currents of the chaotic world, drifting to Goose City.