Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 18 Who are you plotting against?

The sky had already darkened, and Gongxuan, guided by the moonlight and following Li Er's directions, proceeded along the road.

Li Er has lived here for so many years. He may not be very capable, but his eyesight should be quite good. It shouldn't be difficult for him to remember which direction his wife went.

On the way there, Li Er kept talking about how good his wife was. He said that he and his wife were childhood sweethearts, that his wife was the most beautiful flower in the village, and that he was able to marry her because his ancestors had brought him a lot of good fortune.

Then he knelt down and begged Gong Xuan:
"Master, you must save my wife!"

Gong Xuan made no guarantee.

In fact, as soon as he arrived in the village, Gongxuan smelled a bloody odor that normal people couldn't detect. This kind of smell usually only comes from people who have just died.

Eating and drinking require seeing, smelling, and tasting; the ability to smell various aromas is also a skill cultivated through the practice of eating and drinking.

Since the jar has been here and left this smell in the air, it's likely that Li Er's wife is in grave danger.

Following the scent, we soon left the village and arrived at a nearby grove.

The woods were very dark, and you couldn't see your surroundings clearly. The trees stood all around, blocking out the moonlight, leaving only small patches of sparse light.

Behind the trees was complete darkness, as if someone had spread ink all over it.

With each step Gong Xuan took, all he could hear was the sound of fallen leaves being crushed beneath his feet; nothing else.

at last,

He found a rock standing in the woods.

By the moonlight, Gongxuan could see clearly that there was half a corpse lying on the stone.

She only has an upper body, no lower body. If you only look at her face, she is indeed a pretty girl. However, the fear from before has taken over her face, making her look less pretty.

Gong Xuan sighed deeply and recited two passages of scripture as a way of praying for the girl's soul to be saved.

"Hehe." A soft laugh suddenly came from the dense forest, as if a woman was coming from afar and was quickly approaching.

The grass and trees rustled, and something swiftly swept past.

The foul stench rushed directly into Gong Xuan's nose.

"So many years have passed, and you still want to meddle in other people's business."

Behind the trees, behind the leaves, the woman's voice rang out again, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, making it impossible to tell which way was which.

Suddenly,

A cold light pierced through the depths of the dark forest, and a ringed blade slashed towards Gong Xuan's neck!

Gong Xuan did not dodge.

The moment the knife touched his neck, his head was severed in an instant.

A can emerged from behind him, wearing a black round hat on its head, with red cheeks and red lips, and its arms and legs were bent.

The steel knife in his hand gleamed brightly in the moonlight.

The jar, its head severed, stared at Gong Xuan lying on the ground. From inside the jar came a woman's dazed laughter:

"Senior brother, stop teasing me. This slash won't kill you."

Gong Xuan's headless body did not fall down; he simply reached out and casually scooped up the head from the ground.

By the moonlight, one could vaguely see that the cut was not flesh and blood, but rather the smooth grain of wood.

Gong Xuan pressed his head onto his neck, and the severed head was glued back on perfectly.

"Junior sister, you came all this way just to kill some villagers? That can't be right." Gong Xuan took out three talismans from his pocket, and feeling that it might not be enough, he took out two more, making a total of five talismans. He pressed them on his fingers, ready to throw them out at any time: "Stop hiding in your jar. You keep using roundworms to communicate with me. Aren't you disgusted?"

"Why can't I kill someone?" the woman laughed. "Taking someone away is also part of my cultivation, just like my senior brother, who always likes to talk about cultivating every day, doesn't he?"

Is that what you call a crutch?
Why don't you just snatch the people out of the village?

"Stop trying to fool me. Others may not know you, but I know you well. Nine out of ten words you say are lies."

"Since you know me so well, why don't you guess why I'm here today?"

Gong Xuan fell into deep thought.

He and his junior sister have been rivals for many years. They started fighting as soon as they joined the sect and have been fighting ever since.

Although neither of them liked the other, they had been working together for so long that they could guess each other's thoughts and plans to some extent.

Gong Xuan originally thought that the other party intended to lure him out, ambush him, and try to kill him, but when he arrived at the place, he found that there really was only a jar there.

Guan'er is powerful; he can kill江湖客 (jianghu ke, a martial arts world figure), but he can't kill Gong Xuan.

Gong Xuan is more powerful than the average martial arts practitioner.

So what is she planning to do?

I've worked so hard to bring myself here...

Tune the tiger away from the mountain?

"Lin?"

Gong Xuan immediately thought of the young master Lin who had come back from the dead.

Young Master Lin clearly has many secrets that Gong Xuan cannot understand, but that doesn't mean others can't.

Perhaps my junior sister has obtained some clues and wants to get something out of Lin Jiang!

"...Hehe, senior brother, guess again?"

The woman in the jar paused slightly, then smiled and said...

But Gong Xuan knew his junior sister too well; the tone of her voice alone was enough for him to be certain: the other party was indeed heading towards the Lin family!

With that in mind, Gongxuan was too lazy to waste any more words with Guan'er. He directly threw out the five talismans in his hand, which flew towards Guan'er in five different directions.

"How boring! What a waste!"

The woman screamed, and the jar spun like a top, dodging the three talismans, but the remaining two still stuck to the jar.

There were no spectacular fireworks, no violent explosions; the can simply lost its life in that instant, plummeting from the sky to the ground and shattering into pieces.

A lot of meat had fallen out of the jar, and in the middle of this layer of flesh and blood, a tiny worm was rolling around.
"Boring! Boring!"

An incredibly high-pitched sound came from the direction of the little insect.

Gong Xuan immediately followed up with a kick.

There was a snap.

There was no sound.

After dealing with the jar, Gongxuan couldn't help but think of Lin Jiang.

His expression turned strange.

His junior sister probably thought Lin Jiang was a weak and helpless young master.

but……

Lin Jiang is a better fighter than him!
……

The air around Magistrate Zhu was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Lin Jiang took deep breaths, feeling his vital energy rapidly increasing.

In Magistrate Zhu's view, Lin Jiang was clearly poisoned.

The poison inside these petals is called "Wen Shang Su," a name I don't know who came up with, but it's very fitting. As long as you add it to boiling water, this fragrant aroma will spread out.

At first, you won't feel anything, but if you smell it too much, your hands and feet will feel sore and your head will feel dizzy.

The only way to prevent this is to eat raw meat soaked in nectar before the poison takes effect, so that one will not be poisoned for the next half hour.

Eating it after smelling the fragrance of flowers is useless.

The sliced ​​hot pot meat on the table is the antidote.

Zhu Mingyuan used this against Lin Jiang not because Lin Jiang was particularly capable, but because the drug had the effect of making him vomit.

Once poisoned, one becomes like a drunkard, dazed and confused, with bubbly eyes, and dares to blurt out any truth.

Zhu Mingyuan just needs Lin Jiang to tell the truth.

"Young Master Lin, you must have some treasures on you, right?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Ok?"

Zhu Mingyuan was slightly taken aback.

Why is it still a rhetorical question?

Suppressing his inner thoughts, Zhu Mingyuan continued to ask:

“I’ve brought you back to life from the grave. The dead can’t come back to life, so you should have treasure.”

"Can't a living person climb out on their own?"

Lin Jiang didn't mention the treasure again, which made Zhu Mingyuan frown immediately.

Is this young master Lin's drug resistance really that strong?

not right...

Something is very wrong!

Before Magistrate Zhu could speak again, it was Lin Jiang's turn to speak this time:
"Magistrate Zhu, the thief who came to my house a while ago, wasn't that your childhood friend?"

Oh shit!

I wasn't poisoned at all!
Zhu Mingyuan's eyes widened, and he suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a perfectly round iron bead!

Lin Jiang got a clear look at the iron bead.

It was covered in saliva, and he didn't want to force himself to endure it.

He leaned to one side, and the iron bead flew out from beside his ear with a whoosh.

They landed directly in the woodshed at the back.

Immediately afterwards, the rootless fire burst into flames from the woodshed and shot all the way up to the roof.

The Lin family's house is on fire.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and felt he should be angry, so he roared, "You dare burn down my house!"

He kicked the stone table directly, sending the stone table and the copper pot on it flying into the air, the hot oil and boiling soup flying towards Zhu Mingyuan.

Zhu Mingyuan reacted quickly, rolling on the ground like a dog, and half of the soup was in the pot.

"Ah!"

He screamed twice, and white smoke billowed from his body.

After the pain subsided, Zhu Mingyuan finally glared fiercely at Lin Jiang:
"Where did you get your skills from?"

(End of this chapter)