Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 1 Fake Corpse
Thick clouds obscured the moon, and a chilly wind blew in gusts.

The young man used a shovel to dig through the ground, which was frozen solid in early spring, and then swept away the dust with his feet, revealing the coffin buried underneath.

He shuddered slightly and turned to look at his employer:

"Sir, we've dug it up..."

"well."

An old man was huddled on a wooden chair, muttering to himself. Three or five short-sleeved men stood around him, their coarse cloth jackets billowing in the mountain wind.

About ten feet away, a rather elegant armchair was leaning to one side, and a bride sat crookedly on it. Under the red veil, only her hands were visible, pale and lifeless, as if cast in wax.

The old man glanced at the bride beside him with doting eyes and muttered to himself:

“My Juan’er loves handsome men the most, and this young man from the Lin family is a perfect match. The two families are a good match, a perfect match!”

The young man digging up the coffin dared not speak.

The patriarch of the Shen family had always been somewhat eccentric, and this became even more pronounced after his daughter's death. He claimed that he had hired a Taoist priest to perform embalming to preserve the body for three months, and insisted on seeking a ghost marriage, wanting to find a young man to serve his daughter in the underworld.

But Master Shen didn't want widowers; he insisted on having living people buried alive with him. No matter how much money was offered, no one was willing to give up their life here.

It just so happens that the most handsome young man in town, from the Lin family, has just passed away, so they come to open the coffin and arrange a marriage.

If it weren't for that disaster that wiped out the entire Lin family, leaving only the elderly Lin, who was in his seventies, given the fiery temper of the Lin family members, they would have known that someone had dug up their family graves and wouldn't have stopped until bloodshed that night.

The strong men filed down into the tomb, inserted wedges into the bottom of the coffin, and with a strong pull, the coffin popped out.

According to custom, since the young master of the Lin family has now married into the family, he should be called the young master of the Shen family from now on. Naturally, he cannot be buried in the corner of the Lin family cemetery, but must be moved to the Shen family cemetery.

After finally managing to lift the coffin to the ground, the men were drenched in sweat, and felt the early spring night wind was eerily cold, swirling and creeping into their necks.

This is truly immoral. If it weren't for Master Shen's generosity, who would be willing to dig up someone's grave in the middle of the night?

The group stood on either side, pressing down on the seams of the coffin to pry open the rivets.

The coffin lid slid slowly to the ground with a dull thud.

"Hel me over."

Old Master Shen shakily rose from his chair, and the man in the short shirt hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

He staggered over to the coffin, poked his head out, looked inside, and immediately beamed with joy:
"Handsome! So handsome! He's a perfect match for my Juan'er! A perfect match!"

After examining the body, Mr. Shen was very satisfied and immediately ordered that Young Master Lin be carried out. The young man also took the opportunity to move closer and cautiously look into the coffin.

There lay a young man, his brows clear and bright, like swords and stars. Apart from his slightly pale complexion, he did not look like a dead person at all.

She was indeed more beautiful than the man who usually did rough work.

Next, it was time to carry the corpse, but everyone was a little scared. Master Shen's eyebrows shot up immediately:

"You can't strangle a dead man! Whoever carries him out will get an extra tael of silver!"

One or two!
Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes lit up like a night owl, and his fear subsided somewhat. Taking advantage of his proximity, he was the first to approach the coffin. Looking at the dead rich young master, he saw him as a golden god of wealth.

One liang is ten qian, enough for dozens of jin of wheat flour or hundreds of jin of rice.

It's edible... it'll last a long time!
Once you get to the coffin, look down into it to find a good spot to grab on.

Look at that fine silk, and the jade pendant at the waist—each one is an expensive treasure.

And... those eyes that were staring intently at the young man.

Eye? !
Has the God of Wealth finally opened his eyes?

wrong!

"It's a fake corpse!"

The young man's heart-wrenching screams startled the men and even Master Shen, who turned their heads in surprise.

Everyone instinctively looked at the mahogany coffin.

Just look at the outer wall of the coffin,

A hand reached out.

……

Lin Jiang felt dizzy and lightheaded.

He had just finished reviewing the patient's medical records and was so tired that he slept on the table for a while. When he woke up, he felt the wind was cold around him and heard a lot of loud noises around him.

What a fuss!

I opened my eyes in a daze and found myself lying on a bed with high railings on both sides. I used my hands to push against the railings, supported my head, and got up, but the noise around me became even more jarring.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed several men running on their hooves in the distance, and an old man sitting in a chair nearby, staring at him in disbelief.

Lin Jiangxin was puzzled and looked down at his "bed." Good heavens! A coffin!
Lin Jiang was so shocked that a few strands of hair on his head stood up.

At the same time, some memories also flooded into Lin Jiang's mind.

His previous life was that of the eldest son of the Lin family. His whole family died from the plague. He thought he could rest peacefully underground, but he was dug up by someone!

This?
Digging up graves! How despicable!
No, if they don't dig themselves out, then am I going to be scratching around in my coffin right now?
So, I should thank them?
Lin Jiang rubbed his head, trying to suppress the throbbing pain.

His mind was in turmoil. He was just going about his work when he suddenly found himself in a completely different world. Besides surprise and confusion, he also felt a bit lost.

Looking at Old Master Shen again, I realized that the men around him had completely disappeared, leaving only a few dots on the distant horizon.

Why would this person dig himself out? Do they have a grudge against me? Are they going to grind him to dust?

Lin Jiang, who was receiving the original owner's memories, couldn't remember how he had offended the old man.

As Lin Jiang crawled out of the coffin, his stiff body began to move. Before he could say or do anything, Master Shen let out a piercing scream:
"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

The cry was sharp and unpleasant, startling the crows in the woods into flight.

Just as Lin Jiang was about to explain that he meant no harm, he suddenly saw a figure jump down from the tree and glare at the old man!
The Taoist priest wore a tattered robe, patched with noodles on one side and another on the other, and his head was unkempt like a chicken coop.

His two goatees trembled as he cursed:
"A sinister heart cannot accumulate, and a virtuous heart cannot flourish! I told you long ago not to disturb someone's coffin, and now you've caused trouble!"

After cursing, the Taoist priest wanted to say something more, but when he turned his head, he saw that the master had already turned and run away!
Those brisk steps didn't resemble those of an elderly person nearing the end of their life.

"You son of a bitch, Infinite Heavenly Venerable!"

The Taoist priest couldn't help but swear.

He then pulled something out of his pocket and threw it at Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang was afraid that the lime would obscure his eyes, so he covered them with his sleeve.

Paji.

It looks like something is stuck to my clothes.
Lin Jiang blinked and turned his sleeve over to take a look.

A yellow paper talisman was pasted on it, with the words "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands" written on it.

Lin Jiang: "..."

No, bro, I did crawl out of a coffin, but that doesn't mean I'm a zombie!
On the other side, the Taoist priest's eyes fell on the talisman on Lin Jiang's sleeve, and cold sweat instantly poured down his forehead.

Having roamed the martial world for so many years, he has killed quite a few old corpses.

Those who rise from the coffin always have a resentful feeling in their throats. Either their children were unfilial before they died, or their wives cheated on them. But in the end, they are just ordinary people.

Without cultivation and refining one's primordial yang, what abilities can one possess? Even if an ancestral talisman were smeared on one's face, one would still end up back in a coffin.

The eldest son of the Lin family is young, has no children, and is unmarried. He lives a happy life and shouldn't have any resentment. There's no record of him practicing any martial arts techniques, so he shouldn't have such abilities.

But when he slapped the talisman, the other party not only wasn't knocked down, but also blocked it with their sleeve!

That's terrifying!
Damn it, are we going to have to invite the patriarch down today?

Lin Jiang saw that the Taoist priest had already placed his hand on the peach wood sword at his waist, and could tell at a glance that this person still wanted to continue fighting, so he waved his hands repeatedly:
"I'm not a zombie!"

The Taoist priest's hand froze instantly.

Can you still speak?

It was dark, and with the commotion earlier, he hadn't really gotten a good look at Lin Jiang, who had crawled out of the coffin.

Looking at them now, I realize that their face is rosy and their forehead is full, so they really don't look like zombies at all.

Huh? It really is a living person who crawled out of a coffin?

After pondering for a moment, the Taoist priest, being somewhat cautious, still kept his hand partially concealed on the peach wood sword at his waist, and said with a smile:
"Young Master Lin, it was quite frightening that you crawled out of the coffin."

Lin Jiang was speechless upon hearing this.

He doesn't want to either!
It wasn't his will to get out of the coffin.

The Taoist priest slowly approached Lin Jiang. He carefully examined the man, but the smile on his face gradually froze.

Some things can only be seen clearly when you get close.

for example……

This young master Lin,
My chest didn't rise or fall at all!

He had neither a heartbeat nor breath!

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(End of this chapter)