Headless Immortal

Chapter 1 Beheading
jingle!

The wind chimes produced a series of chilly sounds.

crunch.

The old glass door was pushed inward.

Along with the howling night wind, a thin young man in a black coat burst in, looking around the small shop.

The old-fashioned, large-bellied light bulb emitted a dim, yellowish light.

Under the light, all sorts of strange and unusual groceries crowded on both sides of the corridor, extending into the deep space behind the counter.

The DVD player is playing "Kung Fu Hustle," which was released two years ago.

Narrow and neat.

"Sir, our shop is already closed."

A young man in a shirt walked out from behind the counter, holding a slightly worn martial arts novel in his hand.

"Boss Lu?"

The young man's gaze fell on the shop owner's feet, and he relaxed slightly only after noticing the owner's leg injury.

Lu Xun, who was addressed as the boss, then carefully examined the other person and nodded, saying, "It's me."

The thin young man was pale, and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth had not yet been wiped clean.

His gaze swept across the room, but his eyes remained fixed on the door he had come from and the depths of the counter: "My elder brother instructed me to make sure I came here."

As he spoke, he quickly approached the murky glass counter.

despair.

As if by magic, a box about a foot square fell down.

It's hard to imagine that someone empty-handed and wrapped in a coat could retrieve a box that's 30 centimeters long and wide from who-knows-where.

Lu Xun, however, was not surprised. He looked at the unknown iron box that looked like a technological marvel and nodded slightly, saying, "This must be the goods you mentioned."

The young man slowly removed his hand from the box: "Tomorrow, at 5 PM, someone will come to collect it and pay the remaining balance."

5 PM, the hour of You (5-7 PM).

A bizarre combination.

Lu Xun did not correct him.

jingle.

I watched the young man's figure disappear into the alley.

Lu Xun hurriedly pulled down the alloy roller shutter above the heavy glass door and meticulously locked all the latches.

He pushed with all his might, but confirmed that ordinary strength was not enough to break through the two layers of doors and rush in.

Although it may not be able to stop those superhumanly powerful opponents.

He took out a bundle, wrapped the alloy box containing the unknown technology, put it in a hidden compartment, and sat back down in the recliner. Instead of picking up the slightly worn martial arts novel, Lu Xun took out a rectangular box from under the counter, carefully opened the lid, and looked at the deadly weapon lying inside.

Beretta 686, a double-barreled firearm.

Its power is great enough to penetrate an alloy roller shutter door.

He wasn't curious about what the guests left behind. Curiosity often means distrust, and reputation is the most important thing in business. That's why Lu Xun was able to establish himself in a short time and become a well-known middleman, while also accepting commissions from various parties, such as today's box.

"Store it for one day and one night, deposit 500, balance 1500, what a steal!"

Lu Xun carefully wiped the weapon, muttering to himself.

His joyful face was masked by a deep sense of solemnity in his eyes.

Making a lot of money means a lot of trouble.

The large light bulb emitted a warm, dim glow, while the cool metal swept away the unease and anxiety in my heart.

He gripped the wooden handle of the firearm.

My hands trembled slightly.

That was the exhilaration of a fierce battle.

Click.

Load two bullets.

Place it on the top shelf of the counter, where you can easily pull it out.

Lu Xun glanced at the old white clock hanging on the wall.

7 p.m.

We should now say the hour of Xu (7-9 PM).

Switch to Huacheng's news channel.

I cooked a bowl of bundled noodles while listening to the evening news.

Lu Xun picked up two eggs, then hesitated and put one down.

Crack the pan along the edge and drop the poached egg in.

"Breaking news! A large-scale illusion has appeared in Chongyang District of Huacheng. The Public Security Bureau has cordoned off the surrounding area. Residents are advised to..."

Lu Xun blew on his noodles, looked at the screen on the TV, and frowned, saying, "So close?"

Thinking of the injuries on the young man in black and the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, Lu Xun's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be something brought out from a large illusionary realm?"

After shoveling noodles into his mouth and swallowing a poached egg, Lu Xun suddenly stood up and looked out the window into the distance. He could indeed hear a noisy commotion.

Lu Xun stopped watching the commotion, locked the window, and pulled down the roller shutter above it.

The shop is very small, and the cubicles are naturally small, just big enough to fit a small bed and a desk.

Lying on the small bed, Lu Xun rubbed his lame leg. He didn't ask God to give him extraordinary talent, but at least to give him a pair of complete legs.

With legs like these, he couldn't go to the illusory realm; he could only work as a garbage collector. The money he earned wasn't even enough to pay for his medical treatment.

Silent all night.

early morning.

Lu Xun, who got up at 5:30, pushed up the roller shutter and opened the heavy glass door. He received quite a few phone calls, mostly about replacing water pipes and unclogging sewers, or unlocking and changing locks, not to mention changing light bulbs and repairing appliances, which are things that old men and women don't understand.

Lu Xun likes to do things that young people do.

No haggling, no bargaining.

Now, he prefers to work for those who travel to and from the illusionary world. The high price flexibility is one reason, but more importantly, each secret transaction allows his ordinary self to become extraordinary.

The feeling of being so close to that extraordinary power, and the surge of emotion it evoked, was something Lu Xun could not forget for a long time.

After a busy midday, things quiet down.

Lu Xun went back to his recliner and didn't pick up the 'Seven Weapons', but instead picked up the remote control.

He usually only turns on the TV when it's time for the news, but at this time the popular show is "Soldiers Sortie".

……

The wind chimes inside the door rang again.

Lu Xun looked up at the clock on the wall.

dusk.

Five o'clock.

Lu Xun jumped up and stared at the doorway.

The person who pushed open the heavy frosted glass door was very tall, with a wide brim of a hat that completely obscured his face. He wore a tight brown leather trench coat with patterns that looked like scales. His iron boots made a dull thud as they hit the ground, and a long knife at his waist was faintly visible as he walked.

The man approached the murky counter and said bluntly, "Boss Lu Xun, someone left an item at your store yesterday."

Standing behind the counter, Lu asked, "How much is the remaining balance?"

The man slowly raised his head.

His towering physique was incredibly imposing.

A silver-white mask covered his face, revealing a pair of clear, black-and-white eyes: "One thousand five hundred."

Lu Xun relaxed slightly and said with a smile, "That's right."

Since they could match the code and arrived at the right time, Lu Xun simply handed the item over to the other party.

Lu Xun turned around, took out a bundle from a hidden compartment, and placed it on the counter.

The gloved man untied the bundle, revealing a square box of an unknown alloy, about a foot in size, as black as an inkstone, with occasional flashes of purplish-red patterns. The man nodded in satisfaction: "Everyone says that Boss Lu Xun of Chongyang District is the most reliable shop owner, and he truly lives up to his reputation."

Lu Xun rubbed his hands together and said, "You flatter me, sir. Um..."

The fully armed man took out a stack of banknotes and placed them on the counter.

"Mr. Lu, you can order."

"Okay." Lu Xun grabbed the remaining money and started counting.

"Does Mr. Lu like martial arts novels?"

"Uh, yes."

Lu Xun glanced at the other man and noticed that he seemed to be looking at the bookshelf behind him and the pile of books next to the recliner.

"Those were originally seven weapons?"

"Yes."

The man's gaze gradually returned: "Among the seven weapons, there is one called 'Peacock Feather.' Gao Li borrowed 'Peacock Feather' from Qiu Fengwu, but he lost it. When he went back to apologize, he inadvertently learned a huge secret. In the end, to prevent this secret from being leaked, he drank poison."

Lu Xun's expression changed drastically. He grabbed a firearm and pressed it directly against the man's hat brim.

The coolness of the trigger sent a chill down Lu Xun's spine, even as he was still excited.

Lu Xun suppressed the trembling of his blood rushing to his head and forced a normal voice to say, "The remaining amount is not a penny short, you can leave now, sir."

The masked man shook his head slightly: "Boss Lu is a smart man; he knows I can't leave."

Lu Xun forced out the words through gritted teeth with a fierce look: "You won't leave? I'll shoot you dead!"

To intimidate the other party, Lu Xun explained, "Beretta 686, a double-barreled shotgun, even an elephant would have to lie down. It comes from the Illusionary Realm. You know, it's not fake."

“Boss Lu has seen me and this item; this must be kept a secret.”

"I will keep it a secret!"

Lu Xun shouted these words almost as if he were roaring.

Only the dead can keep a secret forever.

The man's gloved hand was already pressed against the long sword at his waist.

"Your mother..."

Seeing that the man was about to draw his knife, Lu Xun, in a fit of rage, pulled the trigger.

bass!
No gunshots were heard.

Lu Xun felt dizzy and disoriented.

With wide eyes, he saw his own stiff body.

The body remains in the posture of holding the weapon.

clack.

The head rolled to the ground.

(End of this chapter)