I was forced to cultivate immortality when I just wanted to lie down

Chapter 3 Corpse Exorcist

There is nothing special about the Book of Documents. All the texts in it are the texts that scholars need to study and understand before taking the imperial examinations.

The scholar who had been saved by the Sutra of Deliverance had also been preparing for the provincial examination, but unfortunately he strayed into an evil path, not only ruining his promising future but also costing his life...

Xu Qing focused his mind, and countless classics flowed like small trickles, silently nourishing his literary thoughts.

After the entire book transformed into a faint fluorescent light and merged into his mind, he suddenly opened his eyes, full of energy.

People say that a man of culture is naturally elegant. Now that he is well versed in the classics, although his appearance seems to be no different, he has acquired an indescribable scholarly temperament.

He had an inexplicable feeling that if he took the provincial examination another day, he would be able to easily pass the examination and become a scholar.

However, even if he did not take the imperial examination, the fact that he was literate and proficient in writing could be considered his greatest gain tonight.

He was a stranger in a foreign land, and it would undoubtedly be his greatest fortune if he could know the local language and writing in advance.

After digesting the book, Xu Qing picked up another reward, a blue heart-opening pill.

Before the foolish scholar jumped into the river, he had a moment of enlightenment and saw Su Hongxiu's true face. Although the scholar was unwilling to face it, he also understood human nature.

A pill that can open your heart will make you no longer foolish.

After taking the pill, Xu Qing suddenly felt his ears and eyes clear, and some thoughts that were affected by desire also became clearer.

At this time, the cock crowed at five o'clock in the morning and the sky was about to brighten.

Xu Qing, who was clear-headed, woke up instantly. Before that, he was so obsessed with helping people eat melons that he forgot about time.

If he waited until dawn and the mill manager discovered that more than half the people were dead, he would probably immediately conduct a thorough investigation. If he made any mistakes, he, the instigator, would definitely not have a good result!

After putting the infatuated scholar back to his original place, Xu Qing turned around and looked around. He saw that all the corpse handlers he had saved had their eyes closed and strange smiles on their faces, as if they were remembering the happiest and most joyful things in their lives.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the sight before my eyes was chilling.

Xu Qing looked down at the double-layered takeout uniform he was wearing. It had a blue and yellow interior, yellow on the inside and blue on the outside. His attire was very different from that of the local people in the courtyard.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Qingfu turned around and took off the scholar's long gown and put it on.

If he wanted to escape from this place, he would have to pass through the streets and alleys of Linhefang. If he still wore strange clothes, his target would be too conspicuous and easily attract attention.

After changing his clothes, Xu Qing aimed at the wall and was about to take a few steps to jump up, but he found that as soon as he moved, the gold and silver clappers hidden on his body began to shake and make a rattling sound.

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He tore off a few strips of cloth and wrapped the clappers tightly. Xu Qing jumped on the spot, without much effort, but he jumped three feet high.

The clappers on his body no longer made any sound at this time, but then again, when did his jumping ability become so good?
Xu Qing felt that if there was a standard backboard in front of him, he could easily reach the top of the backboard with a little effort.

If I had this athletic ability in my previous life, who would still be delivering food?

Sure enough, the poor still have to rely on mutation!
Eager to try, Xu Qing arrived in front of the courtyard wall. He aimed at the edge of the wall, exerted force with his Achilles tendon, and leaped over the ten-foot-high wall without any effort.

The zombies see the night as day. Standing on a high place, he could see the general structure of the corpse mill in the darkness.

Not to mention the entire mill, just within Xu Qing's sight, there were two corridors and three large courtyards, and each courtyard had corpse workers busy at work.

"This mill owner is truly wicked. He's using so many dead bodies to make money. Isn't he afraid that one day his virtue will run out and he'll be struck by lightning?"

In the mill, the noise of the busy corpse workers was not loud, but it was also loud enough to cover up some subtle movements.

Xu Qing quietly climbed over several walls, bypassed the houses under the corridor, and soon arrived at the last wall close to the street.

This side of the wall is where the dead work for free, and the other side of the wall is the world of the living.

“Some zombies can’t be locked up.”

Without any hesitation, Xu Qing climbed over the wall and escaped from prison.

As for his future plans, he already has some idea in mind.

Zombies, though still alive, possessed the innate trait of immortality. After escaping this place, he would seek out a mass grave or cemetery. With the Scriptures of Transcendence, perhaps he could survive for a few hundred years and become a corpse immortal. At the very least, becoming a zombie king would be a good option.

With hope for the future, Xu Qing climbed down the high wall and fell into the street.

He was now in an alley next to the mill. At the end of the alley, he could vaguely see the light reflected from Linhefang Street.

It looks like the lights of shops, and also like the smoke rising from the gathering of people.

At first, Xu Qing walked slowly towards the street, and gradually his speed became faster and faster. After about ten breaths, the street of Linhefang was right in front of him.

The sky was still dark at this time, and a heavy fog lingered at the entrance of the alley.

Suddenly, a shabby figure appeared at the corner and almost bumped into Xu Qing who was walking to the alley entrance.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The man came in a hurry and panted heavily.

Xu Qing quickly took two steps back before he could see the other person's appearance clearly.

He was a naked, tall and thin young man.

Behind the young man, a voice could be heard faintly: "Where are the people?"

"Captain, that flower thief has gone into the alley!"

"Oh, if I remember correctly, that should be a dead end alley."

"You guys come with me!"

At the entrance of the alley, Xu Qing dodged the man who was running naked in the early morning, then looked out of the alley and saw several aggressive policemen chasing him from the left side of the street.

Even on the right side of the street, night patrol soldiers with swords drawn and sticks in hand were approaching the alley entrance!

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"Fuck your grandma!" Xu Qing hissed and quickly retreated. In the alley, the naked young man who had seduced the official was reaching out, frantically reaching for the high wall.

The chaotic sound of footsteps on the street was approaching rapidly, and the light of torches appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The more you fear snake bites, the more worms will wrap around your feet. It's true that what you fear will come true.

Xu Qing thought about how difficult the journey would be, but he didn't expect that as soon as he got out of the high wall, he would encounter such a group of vicious people blocking his way.

Without thinking, he turned around and ran back, with shouts coming one after another behind him.

"Stop! Where are you running to!"

"Why are there two of them? Could they be accomplices who are here to pick us up?"

Xu Qing did not respond, and ran to the high wall that he had climbed over. He used his legs and feet to climb back over the same wall that he had climbed over.

On the high wall, aggressive crossbow arrows spread from the middle to the top. Not far from the foot of the wall, a naked young man, terrified and no longer thinking of escaping, resolutely knelt on the ground and surrendered.

"Sir, one ran away."

"He was hit by my Lianying arrows and can't run far. No! There's corpse qi!"

The leading policeman's nostrils twitched as he smelled an unusual scent in the air.

"Stop fighting, first ask him who is running away!"

The naked young man, who was maliciously retaliated by the police, screamed in pain: "I don't know him. You chased him so fiercely, who wouldn't be afraid and run away when seeing him?"

"Bullshit! If you have done nothing wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. If he is a good person, why would he climb over the wall to get in?" The experienced night patrol leader refuted.

The leading officer, holding a battalion crossbow and a tiger-headed knife on his waist, also spoke up at this time: "That man has the aura of a corpse, he may not be a normal person."

"Captain Cao, do you know what's behind this high wall?"

Inside the mill, Xu Qing walked through the corridor. Before returning to his workstation, he pulled out the arrow that had pierced his arm an inch in length. A dark red liquid oozed out of the wound.

They don't have the overly sensitive sense of pain like a living person, but they are not completely insensitive either.

He could clearly feel a dull pain coming from the wound, but it was more like the 'stuck pain' during acupuncture, rather than a direct pain.

Passing by a corpse-processing yard, Xu Qing casually threw the arrow into the grinding trough. The huge upright millstone rolled over the stone trough, making a creaking sound, and the wooden shaft of the short arrow broke on the spot.

Then, Xu Qing climbed over the neighboring wall and returned to his original workstation.

Before that, he did not forget to return the long gown he was wearing to the infatuated scholar.

Outside the mill, there were sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking everywhere. Xu Qing was an illegal resident and was transformed into a zombie. His identity was very different from that of an ordinary person. If he was caught by the police, he would probably not have a good ending.

The only thing we can do now is to fish in troubled waters and wait until we have gotten through this storm before we can consider other things.

But what should we do with the corpses in the hospital whose souls have been half-revived?
"Go to bed early and get up early! Take care of yourself——"

At five o'clock in the morning, the sound of the night watchman knocking on the gong could be heard from afar at Cui's Mill.

Zhao Zhonghe, the chief constable of Linhefang, is negotiating with the steward of the Cui family.

"I heard that your mill doesn't use donkeys to pull the millstones, but uses wandering corpses made by corpse craftsmen. Is that true?"

Manager Cui, who had just gotten up, was in a bad mood, but he still tried to persuade him kindly, "Captain Zhao has just arrived and doesn't understand many things. I'll host a party someday and invite the legal advisor and the chief clerk to come together to welcome Captain Zhao at Chunfeng Tower. We can talk it over at that time. It won't be too late to discuss anything in detail."

Zhao Zhonghe chuckled and waved his hand to refuse, "That's not necessary. I'm doing this for the public good, not to establish friendship with you."

"Let's be frank. Just now, a group of soldiers and I found a man outside the mill. He had the aura of a corpse on him. I shot him with a crossbow, and he escaped over the high wall back to your mill."

"Manager Cui, I don't care whether you use corpse workers or not, but what if a corpse monster comes out from here and harms people..." When Zhao Zhonghe said this, his face darkened, and the meaning was self-evident.

Manager Cui frowned and said, "That's impossible! The corpse workers here are all..."

As if realizing he'd said something he shouldn't have, Manager Cui added, "Captain Zhao, I doubt you know how much coal is mined in Xijing Mountain each year. Half of those miners are zombies sent from the capital."

"Ordinary people don't know these things, but doesn't the prefect know them either?"

"As for whether these corpse workers made from zombies are safe, I can tell Captain Zhao that since this craft became popular, there has not been a single case of injury."

Zhao Zhonghe was not surprised to hear this.

He had always heard about the corpse business. In recent years, there was even a case where the dead were more expensive than the living.

When famine struck the sixteen counties of Yingzhou, one liter of rice could be exchanged for one person, but a corpse refined by a corpse driver required more than ten taels of silver.

It is also because of this that the matter of corpse work is not dared to be made public.

Zhao Zhonghe had no good feelings towards Manager Cui and warned him many times. He only left after the other party agreed to thoroughly investigate the safety hazards of the mill.

A security guard on the side looked at Captain Zhao as he left and asked, "Manager, do you still need to check?"

"What the hell are you investigating? Go back and take a nap. A little captain really thinks he's a piece of cake."

Steward Cui yawned and was about to walk back when a servant suddenly rushed into the front hall and said anxiously, "It's a disaster! It's a disaster! Steward, come and have a look! For some reason, most of the new 'donkeys' that came into Courtyard C are lying down, and Lao Lin and I can't see anything wrong."

Manager Cui, who had just said he was going to catch up on some sleep, immediately lost all sleepiness. He widened his eyes and shouted, "Speak clearly, those 'donkeys' in Courtyard C just moved in a few days ago. How can there be problems just because they are said to be a problem?"

The servant hesitated and gestured, but could not explain what he meant.

Upon seeing this, Steward Cui immediately pointed at the hall door and urged, "You, lead the way! I'll go take a look myself!"

Courtyard No. C.

Manager Cui looked at the corpse workers, half of whom were lying dead, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

The "donkey" they mentioned before is a corpse worker, which is industry jargon.

Manager Cui reached out and lifted the collar of a corpse, revealing the skin on his chest, on which was a red rune carved with intricate patterns.

"The walking corpse talisman is intact, but the resentment and corpse aura of the zombies are all gone. It can't be that some masters from Buddhism or Taoism came here to perform salvation." Manager Cui turned his head to look at the remaining half of the zombies still working in the yard and quickly ruled out this possibility.

If there really is such an expert, why are the other corpse workers in Courtyard C okay?

Standing up, Manager Cui thought for a moment, and then used the response method that was ingrained in his mind as a businessman.

"Old Lin, go to Jingxia Street and get me the corpse driver who made this batch." He then looked at the burly and strong guard who was obviously a martial artist. "This corpse driver is a stranger from Xiangyin. You can't be sure what he's hiding. Please, Mr. Lu, accompany him."

Not far behind Manager Cui, there was a corpse worker who was slowly pushing a grinding rod, as if he could not hear the conversation of the others and was just busy with his work.

Corpse driver? Xu Qing analyzed the current situation while turning the mill.

The manager named Cui, who seemed to be the leader of the courtyard, did not notice anything unusual about him, but the corpse driver he mentioned was an unknown variable.

But at this moment he had nowhere to escape. The sky was already turning light, and the craftsmen and servants of the corpse mill began to replace the "donkey mule" abrasives, not to mention that Manager Cui and others were counting the number of corpse workers in the yard.

At this time, the only way is to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances.

The corpse workers who had been busy all night were pasted with a yellow talisman, and then they stopped their work and stood still.

When it was Xu Qing's turn, he followed suit, as if he had really become a corpse worker without self-awareness.

About half an hour later, an irregular bell sound was heard outside Courtyard C. Xu Qing looked out of the corner of his eye to find the source of the sound.

Then a skinny old man wearing a dark blue Bagua Taoist robe walked into the courtyard.

There were three corpse-controlling bells, one large and two small, tied to the old man's waist, which were jingling.

(End of this chapter)