Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 201 Can one live without a head?
Lin Jiang and his party traveled for another four days.

In the past two days, almost every step forward would be met with assassins who would try to take Liu Shuwen's life.

These assassins used all sorts of methods, some quite bizarre.

Some threw axes, some played with insects, some sent eagles to snatch Liu Shuwen away, and some even planted a bunch of tree people to forcibly stop the convoy.

However, no one succeeded; they were all dealt with by Lin Jiang and his group.

At first, Lin Jiang and his group considered whether to arrest a few people to find out what was going on, but after interrogating several, they didn't get any clues.

These assassins were only after the bounty; they had no idea who was behind it all.
Only the recently deceased assassins, after being fed to the tiger's robe, managed to obtain some clues, but they were all minor officials in the capital, clearly not the real mastermind.

After that, he didn't bother asking any more questions and simply killed them on the spot, leaving no survivors.

After two days of continuous killing, the number of attackers gradually decreased.

Most assassins are after money, and seeing that Lin Jiang and his group were highly skilled, they knew they were no match for them and stopped coming.

Only the most daring warriors dared to try, and they were all wiped out.

“We’ll be able to enter the area around the capital tomorrow.” Li Fang glanced at the map: “Once we pass the checkpoints, we’ll be in the capital’s territory. Even if we don’t reach the north of the city, it’s not a place these assassins can touch.”

Outside the capital city gates, you could make a scene with the special envoy from the Dali Temple and no one in the capital would care. But you still do the same thing inside the capital?
Do you not take the capital city seriously?

Li Fang let out a long sigh of relief as he said this.

Although he was surrounded by three experts and didn't feel much pressure when facing enemies, being watched by a large number of assassins every day was not a comfortable thing.

Just yesterday, an assassin used a secret technique to fire a barrage of arrows, which nearly killed Li Fang on the spot. Fortunately, he was skilled enough to survive, otherwise he might have been the only one to be killed in the team.

"These assassins are pretty cowardly." Lin Jiang shook his head helplessly: "They've only lost a few, and they're already too scared to come back."

Li Fang glanced at Lin Jiang strangely:
That's quite a lot, isn't it? Nearly thirty people have come in the last two days. Under normal circumstances, how could so many assassins suddenly appear?
Upon hearing this, the tiger-robed figure poked its head out from Lin Jiang's sleeve.

There really aren't many.

It still remembered when Lin Jiang traveled through the clouds, far more bandits died along the way...

She shuddered.

If someone else used a corpse to raise a magical artifact, they would most likely raise an evil creature, but Tiger Robe is now so sick of eating them that he feels like vomiting.

She still thinks beef tastes better.

The group soon arrived at the place where they had camped when they left the capital, where traces of cooking fires were still faintly visible.

As before, they set up a fire, took out supplies from their storage bags, lit a bonfire, and started cooking.

Gong Xuan then set up a red rope around the area, and the bells on the rope would ring as a warning if there was any unusual movement.

After Gongxuan finished setting up the table, Jiang Jinyue also prepared dinner. Each person had a bowl of hot soup, accompanied by braised meat sourced from elsewhere, and they ate quite well.

"I have benefited greatly from this trip." After finishing his meal, Han Wangzhi found Lin Jiang and the others, his initial arrogance long gone. "If you do not mind, I will definitely prepare gifts and pay you a visit after we return to the capital."

"You're welcome."

Initially, Lin Jiang thought the young man would be unable to withstand the setback and would become depressed, but he never expected that he would be far more resilient than he had imagined.

The genius of the Six Doors has his own extraordinary qualities, and his mindset is indeed far beyond that of his peers.

Han Wangzhi was about to speak again when he suddenly heard the bell in Gong Xuan's hand ring softly.

All eyes turned to Gong Xuan, who sighed helplessly:

"I knew it. We're going to the capital tomorrow, and someone will definitely come tonight."

No sooner had he finished speaking than five dark figures emerged from the woods and charged straight at him.

"These people are really fearless." Lin Jiang stood up helplessly, raised his leg and kicked the dark figure in front of him.

He kicked a stone with his toe, and the stone struck the chest of the man in black at the front like a meteor.

With a muffled thud, the man's chest immediately caved in, revealing a bloody hole. He swayed twice and collapsed, dead.

The others stopped abruptly upon seeing this, and dared not step forward.

Clearly, none of them had expected the guards to be so strong.

It seems that our intelligence is lagging behind that of others.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Jiang Jinyue and Han Wangzhi rushed out together.

Jiang Jinyue darted to a man in a few steps, grabbed his collar, and slapped him down.

The person whose clothes were grabbed was clearly thrown into a moment of panic. He tried to open his arms to stop her, but how could he possibly block Jiang Jinyue's hand?

Jiang Jinyue's wrist moved like a snake, sliding directly between the black-clad man's arms and landing the palm squarely on his forehead.

With a crisp crack, the man in black collapsed to the ground.

Also dead.

Seeing this, Han Wangzhi felt much more at ease.

The group of people in front of me are clearly not as formidable as the previous ones.

He randomly selected a person, lowered his arms, and used that fist technique to deal with the man in black.

However, the moment he threw the punch, the world spun around him.

what happened?

Han Wangzhi's mind went blank for a moment. He inexplicably felt his vision turn red and a strange numbness spread through his neck.

In his field of vision,
He clearly saw that

Blood was gushing from his headless body.

……

Lin Jiang initially paid no attention to the wave of men in black who were attacking him. These assassins had come one after another in recent days, and Lin Jiang had gotten used to killing them. He assumed that the group in front of him was similar to the assassins he had encountered before and did not have much skill.

But just as he was thinking of ending it as soon as possible, an indescribable chill suddenly swept over him.

In that instant, Han Wangzhi's head flew off his neck and hovered in mid-air.

A curtain of blood formed a curtain, and blood rained down in a steady stream.

After the blood rain, Lin Jiang caught a glimpse of an unremarkable man in black, surrounded by a faint glow.

Looking over, behind the man in black seemed to be a bustling alleyway filled with noise.

Lin Jiang seems to have seen this method before.

Seems to be……

A virtual realm?
Is this guy a bit cunning?
Lin Jiang didn't have time to think and rushed towards the man in black, launching a frontal kick.

The man in black dodged to the side, but Lin Jiang's attack was swift enough that his leg still touched the man's arm.

With a thud, the man in black's arm bent strangely.

Lin Jiang was slightly taken aback.

This was the first time he had ever encountered someone who could withstand his kick without getting hurt.

This person's physical abilities are already stronger than those of a martial artist at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm!
The man in black paid no attention to Lin Jiang's attack and instead stabbed Lin Jiang in the waist and abdomen with a backhand.

Lin Jiang felt a chill in his stomach.

Looking down, I saw that the sturdy clothes that Manager Guo had promised had been cut open!

The lower half of the sleeve was falling down, and the long gown instantly became a short garment.

He felt something strange above his stomach and saw a red mark, like the mark of a tight belt.

The last time I felt the impact of the beating was with the long sword of the Forging Master that contained the Star Pointing Technique. But this time, the black-clad man's technique was clearly stronger than that long sword!

Although it was far from enough to harm Lin Jiang, it still made Lin Jiang extremely vigilant!
Illusory realm, one's own destiny.

This person must be a star!

"Ok?"

The man in black's voice was filled with doubt, as if he had expected the strike to cut Lin Jiang in half at the waist, but nothing happened.

Lin Jiang suddenly threw a punch at the man in black, but the man in black deftly met the punch with his dagger.

Thunder rumbled faintly at the point of the clash, and the surrounding ground suddenly exploded, sending up three feet of earth and blasting a crater into the rocky ground.

Lin Jiang's sleeves were completely torn open, leaving many red marks on his arms, which looked a bit like the marks he made when he was a child by pulling out rubber bands.

Fortunately, this wasn't the cuff he usually used to carry his belongings, otherwise the things inside would have fallen out long ago.

The man in black also took a punch, letting out a muffled groan as a section of his chest caved in.

The man in black snorted coldly. In the next instant, his bent arm and collapsed chest were restored, and the surrounding clamor of voices grew even louder, vaguely revealing a bustling street.

Lin Jiang could even see many vendors hawking their wares, children playing with yellow dogs, and old people fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans in the street.

What a beautiful summer scene!

The man in black moved like a ghost, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.

Lin Jiang had no time to think about anything else at that moment.

The exchange between the two was only brief.

With his left hand, he reached up and caught Han Wangzhi's head; at the same time, with his right hand, he straightened Han Wangzhi's body.

Lin Jiang remembered that a person's head doesn't die immediately after death.

still have a chance!

He immediately pressed his head against the wound on the headless corpse and forcefully blew life energy into it.

Perhaps because the blade was so sharp, Lin Jiang almost completely severed the head when he removed it. As he breathed on it, he released his grip with some uncertainty.

Han Wangzhi blinked, his face pale, touched his neck, and shook himself twice.

"I am dead?"

"No, you're alive." Lin Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Jiang pushed Han Wangzhi toward Gong Xuan: "Stand at the back."

With a sudden flick of his remaining sleeve, Little Ginseng grabbed the Qiankun Bag, while Pearl dragged the tiger robe and lantern, and a bunch of things flew towards Gongxuan with a clatter.

The wine cup was held firmly with the arms outstretched.

The stumbling Han Wangzhi was caught by Li Fang. The middle-aged constable hurriedly looked his apprentice up and down, repeatedly feeling around his bloodied neck to make sure he was unharmed, before finally embracing his beloved apprentice with tears in his eyes.

Although Han Wangzhi was rescued, he was still pale from excessive blood loss. He looked somewhat dazed, as if he hadn't realized what had just happened.

If Lin Jiang hadn't tested the effects of the life-giving energy two days prior, he might not have been able to be saved in such a short time.
After doing all this, Lin Jiang clearly heard a second questioning "Hmm?"

The Body Transformation Technique can save oneself, but it is indeed rare to see it used to save others.

At this moment, Lin Jiang finally focused his attention on the ever-expanding street in front of him.

This person...

He is clearly much stronger than General Zhou!
He was definitely not a star that the General's Mansion forcibly created through evil means.

Who exactly did Liu Shuwen offend in the capital? How could such a skilled expert be sent to kill him?
And I don't know why...

Lin Jiang always had a faint sense of unease.

(End of this chapter)