RPAGF Chapter 82 Mutation
Chapter 82 Mutation
The guests at the Lion Tower were startled by the loud commotion at the entrance and all turned to look outside.
But the person who came was:
He stood imposingly over eight feet tall, his appearance dignified and imposing. His eyes shone like cold stars, his eyebrows were thick and dark as if painted with lacquer. His chest was broad, exuding an aura that could withstand ten thousand men; his words were lofty, revealing a soaring ambition. He was bold and courageous, like a lion descending from the clouds; his bones were strong and his muscles powerful, like a mythical beast shaking the earth.
If he wasn't Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero of Jingyang Ridge and the constable of Yanggu County, then who was he?!
Wu Song's tiger-like eyes flashed with a cold light as he swept over everyone in the hall.
Wherever his gaze fell, all the guests in the hall were terrified and lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
Even those few hot-tempered, violent thugs, upon meeting Wu Song's gaze, all wilted like quails, keeping their eyes down and sitting obediently in their places.
For a moment, the vast Lion Tower was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Zheng Tu was also startled for a moment by the sudden commotion. When he saw that the person who came to the door was Wu Song, he was first relieved, but then his heart tightened again.
Why is Wu Erlang here all of a sudden? Something seems off about him today.
This time, Wu Song was truly different from before.
His angular face was now ashen, his lips pressed tightly together, veins bulging on his forehead, and his complexion dark.
At this moment, he exuded an indescribable aura—gloomy, cruel, and violent.
Even the air pressure around Wu Song dropped by three points. The guests sitting near the gate felt a chill run down their spines and shivered, but dared not move an inch.
At this very moment, Tian Shangxing, one of the 108 Demon Lords, revealed his ferocious nature!
After a moment, Wu Song's gaze finally met Zheng Tu's.
But Wu Song remained expressionless as he slowly turned to face Zheng Tu.
Unhurriedly, step by step... they walked towards Zheng Tu Zuo's place.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The footsteps were like thunder, each sound sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.
Seeing Wu Song walking towards him like this, Zheng Tu thought to himself, "Something bad must have happened!"
He simply couldn't figure it out.
After all, in my opinion, everything has been stable and improving these past few days.
Wu Da's illness is gradually improving, Pan Jinlian is behaving herself, and Ximen Qing is full of heroic spirit; they even plan to become sworn brothers tomorrow...
Where on earth did Wu Erlang get such overwhelming resentment?
As Wu Song drew closer, an immense pressure swept over Zheng Tu's entire body.
Zheng Tu's muscles tensed involuntarily, and his hair stood on end.
Just like a deer being targeted by a tiger, every inch of its skin screams for it to get away!
He was greatly alarmed.
Before he had mastered martial arts to a high level, he faced Wu Song directly at the Lion Tower. Although he felt that Wu Song's martial arts were superb, he did not find him particularly terrifying.
But at this moment, as Wu Song drew closer, his perception, which had just begun to grasp the basics of martial arts, greatly increased, and his sense of danger became more acute, which made him feel terrified.
Wu Song approached slowly, his movements not particularly swift, but there was not a single flaw in his body!
His martial arts skills seemed to come naturally, protecting everyone perfectly.
Zheng Tu's gaze swept over Wu Song's shoulders, elbows, knees, and ankles, but he couldn't find a single flaw.
It was as if if he dared to make a move, no matter where he attacked, he would be struck back with lightning speed and killed on the spot!
Zheng Tu's forehead was already covered in a layer of cold sweat, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were trembling involuntarily out of fear.
Only then did he realize how lucky he was to have managed to fight Wu Song for several rounds at the Lion Tower! It was all thanks to Ximen Qing's presence that Wu Song had focused most of his attention on his brother's killer, allowing him to hold his own for a few rounds.
But today... Wu Song clearly came specifically for me!
Zheng Tu felt a deep sense of despair.
What terrible thing had I done to make Wu Song show such a demonic appearance?!
No matter how hard I try, I can't figure it out.
While he was pondering, Wu Song had already taken three steps to the table.
Suppressing his fear, Zheng Tu forced a smile at Wu Song and stammered, "Second...Second Brother..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Song suddenly moved!
Fast! So fast that only a blur remains!
Zheng Tu felt a blur before his eyes, and Wu Song, who was just three steps away, was now in front of him like a ghost!
He had no time to react; he only instinctively closed his eyes, silently lamenting, "This time, I'm going to die..."
Only a moment later.
The imagined excruciating pain did not come.
Zheng Tu slowly opened his eyes, only to see that Wu Song did not make a move, but instead gripped his clothes with both hands and knelt down in front of him!
This eight-foot-tall tiger-slaying man was trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.
"Brother, Wu Er... has no family left..."
After saying this, he fell to the ground and wept bitterly, tears streaming down his face.
Zheng Tu was stunned.
.........
Meanwhile, Ximen Qing was having fun in the room of one of his favorite girls.
Tomorrow is the third day of the Lunar New Year. I will become sworn brothers with Zheng Tu and his brothers at the Jade Emperor Temple. From now on, we will share weal and woe and strengthen our power.
With a beautiful woman by his side, warm and soft, he was extremely pleased with himself and very happy.
He leaned against the embroidered couch, one arm around the young lady, the other holding a wine cup, and was saying some flirtatious things.
That girl was originally a top courtesan in a brothel; she was plump and knew how to flatter. At that moment, she was peeling grapes and feeding them to Ximen Qing one by one.
Just then, they heard hurried footsteps outside, followed by Dai'an's panicked voice: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
Ximen Qing frowned and asked casually, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Dai'an ran to the door, but because Ximen Qing and the woman were asleep, he dared not barge in. He anxiously called out from outside the curtain, "Sister and brother-in-law have moved in, bringing many trunks and baskets. They're all at home now. My aunt sent me to fetch Father. Please go quickly to discuss this!"
The "sister" and "brother-in-law" in question refer to Ximen Qing's daughter and son-in-law.
The first wife of this Mr. Ximen died early, leaving behind only one daughter, named Sister Ximen. She was betrothed to Chen Jingji, the son of Chen Hong, the relative of Yang, the commander of the 800,000 Imperial Guards in Tokyo.
Upon hearing this, Ximen Qing wondered, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Although he was fond of the pleasures of the world, he also knew what was important.
The fact that my daughter and son-in-law rushed over without warning must mean something terrible has happened.
He immediately stood up and said to her, "Something has happened at home, I'll go and see what's going on."
The young lady hurriedly helped him get dressed, and then warmed a cup of wine and handed it to him, saying, "My lord, drink this wine and warm yourself before you go."
Ximen Qing took the drink, downed it in one gulp, and hurriedly left.
Dai'an had already prepared the horses, and the master and servant rode swiftly, arriving home in no time.
Upon entering the courtyard, Ximen Qing was taken aback.
The front yard was piled high with chests, bed curtains, tables, chairs and other items, probably twenty or thirty pieces of all sizes.
The daughter, Sister Ximen, and her husband, Chen Jingji, stood at the entrance of the main room, their faces filled with anxiety.