Headless Immortal

Chapter 130 King, please help me
A gentle breeze brought a touch of sweltering heat, and the unicorn impatiently shook its hooves, glancing back at the panting horse behind it, and then at the pale-faced scholar sitting on its back.

The scholar remained calm and composed, but he didn't allow it to run wild, so he simply let it wander around.

Since Lu Xun had promised to take Shu Er for a while, he wouldn't abandon her. He took the opportunity to sort through the gains of the previous evening in the morning light.

After spending the entire night writing letters, meditating, and healing, my tense mind finally began to relax a little.

In the strange space, the first thing you see is the head of the Horse Farm Lord.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long hair was loose.

The skull of Zhang Baohou from Zhangjiabao

Type: Snake (people - human)

Quality: Rare (Green)
Spell: Horse Judging

Horse King Roar

hoof trimming
Great spear technique.

Living stiff

Commentary: A fine horse is common, but a discerning eye is rare. Therefore, even a famous horse may be disgraced in the hands of a slave, dying side by side in its stall, and will not be known for its speed.

The Wealth and Prosperity of Zhangjiabao

'It seems he's not particularly skilled in combat either,' Lu Xun thought to himself.

He now has a considerable understanding of cultivators in the ancient world. Anyone who specializes in a particular skill is considered a cultivator. Therefore, most of their cultivation is devoted to assisting that skill.

In fact, martial artists are the strongest fighters. I wonder if martial artists are divided into different factions, just like there are many sects in Taoism and Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism.

Zhang Baohou was a horse appraiser, so how come he couldn't tell whether he was a thoroughbred or not?

Or is it that Jing Shijun can actually accomplish something?
Lu Xun shook his head slightly. If the root of the problem is rotten, even if it succeeds, the nation's fortunes will only last ten or twenty years before being overthrown by future generations.

Judging a horse is easy, judging a person is difficult.

"Crush."

[Received ashes: 5.1 taels]

Zhang Baohou is quite accomplished in judging horses, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to maintain such a good horse farm.

Let's look at cigarette repair next.

The skull of Zhou Dong, a member of the White Lotus sect.

Type: 蠃 (氓—人)

Quality: Rare (Green)
Spell: Smoke

烟身
silk screen
Lotus Dharma
Commentary: Smoke is the essence of plants. It grows on mountain peaks and forms in forests; it can be eaten when harvested and burned to produce smoke.

Let's eat another sea cucumber!

"Crush."

[Received ashes: 5.6 taels]

Both the fox and the dwarf have ordinary quality heads. The only special thing is that the fox also has humanoid magic, as if it was summoned by Lu Xun Wutong Mountain Lord.

The dwarf was a freak who controlled zombies, a member of a sect that had fled from western Hunan. Both of them, along with the soldier whose head Lu Xun had obtained a few days earlier, were crushed together.

[Ashes obtained: 4.3 taels]

Only when all three are combined can they be considered as rare as the first head.

Of course, Lu Xun did not shatter the 'Ming Snake's' head.

Even among the rare, there are differences. The 'Singing Serpent' can glide, is strong enough, and can travel on dry land. If it continues north, it will definitely be to more arid lands.

The skull of the "Iron-Armored Corpse," a secret technique from western Hunan.

Species: Snakehead (sprout-corpse)

Quality: Rare (Green)
Spell: Life Drain
铁甲
Command
Corpse Qi
Corpse poison
The text describes a process of processing corpses placed in a place associated with yin and evil spirits. This process results in a creature with a blue face, fangs, immense strength, and immortality. It is fat at night and thin during the day, with deep black eyes containing a red one, covered in black hair, and it eats human children.

[Obey commands, feed on qi and blood]

"Crush."

[Received ashes: six taels]

It is strong, but its weaknesses are too obvious. First, it is weakened by sunlight, and second, it can be immobilized by the General's Talisman.

Judging from the captain's words, the Corpse King in Zhangzhou can command a horde of corpses, but this armored corpse will betray him once it goes to the battlefield. It would be better for it to become the power of the Living Buddha of Peach Garden.

He glanced sideways at the ashes.

Cremated remains: 2.45 jin (approximately 1.65 kg)

It can enhance the spells of the Six Paths.

We still need to reserve a few ounces to repair the head injury, so let's use two pounds of magic to enhance the Peach Blossom Spring Living Buddha.

Looking up at the bright sky, Lu Xun thought about finding a secluded place, preferably with a river nearby.

He turned to look at the official in the straw hat who was half a horse slower than him and asked, "Does the official know of any villages or towns nearby, preferably with water sources or rivers?"

The official pointed to the northwest: "Twenty li to the west is a village nestled against the mountain, with beautiful scenery, but..."

"what?"

"I heard that a monster has appeared, and that the monster has blocked the water source and river, preventing the villagers from irrigating their farmland."

Lu Xun suddenly realized that this situation was similar to that of Hejiao Village. He had caught a snake's head in Hejiao Village and was just ten miles to the west killing a troublesome drought monster. He squeezed Benlei's belly with his legs and said loudly, "Let's go, twenty miles to the west, to Kaoshan Village."

"drive."

……

Kaoshantun.

Thanks to the green mountains and clear waters, the villagers have no worries about food and drink, and their population has gradually grown.

Because there is little flat land and many mountains, there is not much land to cultivate. Most of the land is terraced and water is transported up by waterwheels. Things were relatively peaceful until a month ago when a monster emerged from the mountains, overturned the waterwheels, and disrupted the terraced fields.

The village was short of food, and the able-bodied men all went north to beg for food. They heard that the Jing Shi Hui in Yu County was distributing porridge to relieve the disaster victims and treating people with fever for free, which attracted refugees to flock there. Without manpower, there was no way to drive away the monster.

So the village chief went to a small temple.

It's more like a small, unimpressive tile-roofed house than a temple.

Upon entering, the middle-aged village chief asked directly, "What did the River God say? It's been half a month already."

The young man in the temple sat up straight and said in a deep voice, "The master said that the drought demon is entrenched on the mountaintop. If he comes ashore, he is no match for the drought demon on land. Only if someone lures the drought demon into the water can the river god get rid of that harmful drought demon for our Kaoshan Village."

"How could that monster possibly go into the water so easily?"

"Why don't you ask the River God again?" The village chief of Kaoshantun rubbed his face with his hands. He was really at his wit's end, as the able-bodied men he had sent out had not returned with any news.

The situation in Zhang County is unclear. It is said that Magistrate Niu is in dire straits because he was implicated in opening the granaries to distribute grain for disaster relief and is about to be executed.

The young man's name was Wang Sheng. His parents had passed away early, leaving him all alone and destitute. At a young age, he made a living by fishing on the river.

Over time, he became familiar with the changing weather and was able to support himself.

Six months ago, he was fishing in Quanshui Lake when he caught a big fish that was belly up.

He brought him food and medicine, and the burly man slowly recovered from his injuries. He even helped him herd fish, resulting in a bountiful catch. Before long, he treated the man like a cow on the lake, helping him plow the fields. One day, feeling frustrated because he had lost his engagement due to lack of money, he sat on the boat, not knowing who to confide in, and told the burly man about his troubles.

Unexpectedly, the burly man opened his mouth and spoke.

Let him build a temple, and from then on, anyone who wants to go out of the river or into the lake can come to him to divine the weather. If the believer is devout, they can also get a bell to hang on the corner of the boat, which guarantees a good harvest on the river.

Wang Sheng was dirt poor, but he was quite bold. He listened to Black Charcoal Head and built a small temple, then pretended to be a shaman. After half a year, he had amassed a considerable fortune.

Now, not only is there no worry about marriage, but also about making a living in the future. But after only a few days of good fortune, another drought monster appeared. So the village chief went to the temple to beg the river god for help.

Wang Sheng was afraid that Black Charcoal Head wouldn't be able to defeat the drought demon, so he dared not agree. He also sighed at the hardships of the villagers, as he had grown up eating food from many families. So he said, "I will go and lure the drought demon into the water."

The village chief was stunned, and his eyes immediately reddened. This was a life-threatening job, how could he let Wang Sheng do it?

Wang Sheng said, "The villagers have treated me well."

……

The sun is really strong.

Such a thought arose in Wang Sheng's mind.

He had already made arrangements with Black Charcoal Head, and all that was needed was for him to lure the Drought Demon into the water, where Black Charcoal Head would fight the monster.

He was wearing the village chief's family's heirloom leather armor. Its only advantage over armor was its lightness and thinness, which didn't hinder his movement. However, its defense was not as strong.

As he walked, Wang Sheng, carrying a shoulder pole and buckets of water, was drenched in sweat. He felt increasingly uneasy, his legs began to tremble, and his body shook uncontrollably.

He thought a lot, even considering running away, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His figure swayed in the shimmering water.

Wang Sheng mustered his courage and went to fetch water.

thump.

The bucket was thrown into the river, and slowly a bucket of clean water was drawn up.

Another bucket was thrown in, and before he could even draw water, he suddenly felt a shadow blocking the sun above.

He dared not turn around. In the reflection, he saw a gigantic creature standing upright behind him, its blood-red maw, like a doorway, lunging at him. Before he could react, he wanted to jump into the river.

thump!
A large creature leaped out of the river, covered in black armor, with a crocodile head and sharp teeth. Using the current, it rushed ashore, its claws reaching for the four-legged serpent, its blood-red mouth snapping at it.

puff.

Blood suddenly splattered, splashing onto Wang Sheng's face.

The black-coated alligator roared, trying to drag the four-legged serpent into the water, but it was entangled by the serpent after only three or five steps.

The monstrous serpent stood upright, reaching a height of ten feet. Its thick arms gripped the black charcoal dragon, and its sword-like teeth bit into its black scales, sparks flying as blood flowed from the wounds.

"Go on!"

The village chief roared and charged forward with a hoe, attacking the remaining able-bodied men in the village. Some took iron pots, others sickles, while the hunters drew their bows and arrows.

Shhhhhh.

The arrow struck the four-legged serpent, which also provoked its ferocity. With a sweep of its tail, it flung several young men aside.

Seeing that Black Charcoal Head was exhausted, Wang Sheng picked up a bucket and splashed water on him. With the water, Black Charcoal Head dragged the strange snake half a step closer to the shore.

"Find a bucket."

Amidst shouts of "Hey!", buckets of water were carried up, forming puddles at the feet of the Black Charcoal River God. The River God seemed to suddenly become much stronger, and he managed to knock the monster snake down. However, it was still far from the river, and even though the villagers had brought a lot of water, the Black Charcoal River God was no match for the four-legged monster snake in terms of strength.

The monstrous snake's body completely coiled around the Black Charcoal River God, and the strangling force caused the Black Charcoal Head's arm to slowly slip off, while the clarity in his eyes diminished.

No matter how the villagers shouted, the iron weapons struck the four-legged monster snake, but the snake ignored them, opening its mouth like a door to cover the black-faced man's head, its throat rolling as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

Wang Sheng rushed forward, trying to pull the black charcoal out, but how could he possibly match the monster's power? He cried out, "Help!"

Da da da!
A blue lightning bolt leaped up, over the villagers, raised its hooves, and kicked at the monstrous snake's head.

boom.

The strange snake was kicked and staggered, spitting out a black charcoal head. Its powerful body suddenly loosened and coiled up, staring intently at the monster that had attacked it.

Wang Sheng quickly dragged Black Charcoal Head away, fetched river water, and poured a bucket down his throat. Black Charcoal Head's turbid, drooping nictitating membrane suddenly opened, and the Black Charcoal River God tried to get up, but fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

The village chief and the young men all looked at the strange beast with blue mane, a single horn with scales, and a light sway of its tail. A scholar in a long robe was sitting on it.

The scholar coldly withdrew his gaze from the black-faced man and looked at the strange snake crouching before the river. He gently pulled on the reins, and the swift snake pounced forward.

The monstrous snake tried to use the same trick again, wrapping its ten-foot-long body around Benlei, but the white-faced scholar on horseback suddenly leaped up and transformed into a white ape with a red face and green teeth in mid-air.

Collapse of mountains!

The four-legged lizard trembled slightly as it was forcibly suppressed.

Playing in the water.

A python crawled up from the river, raised its head and roared angrily as it bit the strange snake. Then the python coiled around the strange snake.

Playing in the water.

Playing in the water!

The white ape monster kept pulling water pythons out of the river, curling them into a large vat to trap the monstrous snake. Like the receding tide, it dragged the snake into the river, and then the white ape monster jumped in as well. Soon after, roars and howls were heard, and the river turned red.

The white ape leaped out of the river, carrying the corpse of the strange snake in its hand.
The head was not visible.

The white ape was none other than Lu Xun. He rode his horse and saw the villagers gathered on the riverbank. Hearing the monster's roar, he charged over.

This four-legged lizard is far inferior to the 'Singing Snake'.

After removing the head of the four-legged lizard, Lu Xun walked towards the Black Charcoal River God. His hoarse roar, now slightly magnetic, came out from his fangs: "I enlightened you, but you secretly ran away and hid in these rivers and lakes, living a carefree life."

As he spoke, he raised his palm to cover the head of the Black Charcoal River God.

"Your Majesty."

A shout came from afar.

Another horse galloped in; it was not a monster like the Green Horned Beast, but an ordinary fine horse.

A small old man wearing a straw hat and a mask sat on a fine horse, carrying a basket on his back. He rode up, dismounted, and said breathlessly, "Your Majesty, why are you in such a hurry?"

When he dismounted, he took off his mask, revealing a hairy, round face.

It's another monster.

The villagers who had gathered looked at each other and then at the village chief.

Wang Sheng knelt down with a thud and kowtowed, pleading, "Please, don't kill him!"

He had already realized that this white ape could speak human language and ride a horse. Just a moment ago, it had the appearance of a pale-faced scholar, but it was clearly the demon king from the story. Not to mention, even the four-horned serpent had died easily at the hands of the white ape.

In the eyes of the other party, he was not much stronger than an ant, but charcoal saved his life.

Wu Tonglu Xun's white-haired hand paused.

The village chief quickly stepped forward, knelt down and said, "Please, Your Majesty, don't kill him. He is the river god of our Kaoshan Village. If it weren't for the river god, we would all have been eaten by monsters."

Lu Xun narrowed his golden, demonic eyes and asked, "Did he request offerings?"

The village chief hesitated slightly but dared not hide the truth and said, "Yes."

"Boys and girls?"

The village chief quickly replied, "No, it's steamed buns, the kind of bread."

"Is there any theft of livestock, or even cannibalism?"

"there has never been."

"Could it be that fishing boats were deliberately capsized to eat people?"

"Not only did they not have any, but every fishing boat that went out on the river with bells on it had a bumper harvest."

Wu Tong Lu Xun withdrew his demonic palm, transformed into a pale-faced scholar, and nodded slightly, saying, "You do not disgrace my name."

The black-armored commander, with tears welling in his eyes, cried out in a long voice, "Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)