Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 202 Farewell

"Master Liang, who is this?"

Lin Jiang asked in a low voice about the painted mountain in his sleeve.
A corner of the Lianghuashan painting scroll peeks out.

A moment later, the voice reached Lin Jiang's mind:
"Duan Libie, a former star of the Shu Kingdom, is now the most outstanding assassin in the martial arts world. He hasn't made a move in a long time, and I never expected to see him here today."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang frowned slightly.

Who exactly hired this person?
What did Liu Shuwen know? Why go to such lengths to silence him?

Lin Jiang even felt that the previous assassination attempts were all feints, and this strike was the real killing blow!
but……

There was always a slight sense of unease in his heart.

I have a feeling that I've misjudged something.

But with a formidable enemy at hand, there was no time for careful consideration.

The man before him was completely different from General Zhou. In just a brief exchange, Lin Jiang could sense the other's profound strength.

In terms of martial arts prowess and star-pointing techniques, how could Zhou Canjiang's star-pointing skills, which were merely crammed in, compare?
Although the other party still cannot break through his physical defenses, it would indeed be quite difficult to stop this person.

As the bustling street grew larger, Lin Jiang could only lower his voice and speak to Liang Huashan:

"Master Liang, please help me suppress the illusory realm."

"Give me a moment."

"how long will it takes?"

"It will probably take about twenty or thirty breaths."

Compared to his nonchalant demeanor when dealing with Commander Zhou, Liang Huashan's tone now carried a hint of seriousness:

"The painting is ultimately not the real thing. Among the stars, the one who breaks apart is quite skilled. It is not easy to resist his methods."

"understood."

You don't know until you compare; once you compare, you realize that Zhou Canjiang's skills are indeed not very good.

Lin Jiang glanced at Gong Xuan and the others, and they understood. They immediately protected Liu Shuwen and planned to leave with the cart.

At this moment, Lin Jiang was completely focused on the bustling street in front of him, afraid that a dagger might suddenly emerge from some corner.

however……

Nothing happened.

Duan Libie completely ignored the group that was evacuating, and even now, Lin Jiang could feel that their attention was entirely focused on him.

Lin Jiang frowned slightly, and a few ripples stirred in his mind.

He finally realized what had caused his earlier sense of unease.

The blade that severs ties is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

If someone who can leave a red mark on a body wants to kill another person, it would be much like the way they killed Han Wangzhi just now. They would probably be decapitated before they could even react.

At that time, all he needed to do was find a suitable distance to throw the flying knife. If Lin Jiang failed to notice its sharpness and went to block it, Liu Shuwen would have no chance of survival.

so……

The other party's target was not Liu Shuwen at all.

He's probably here for me!

Just as Lin Jiang's thoughts reached this point, he suddenly saw a little girl, barely a foot tall, running towards him from the street corner not far away.

She smiled and held up a flower:

"Brother, look at these flowers, aren't they beautiful?"

Lin Jiang stared at the little girl.

He suddenly felt that his thoughts had changed, and his wariness vanished like quicksand the moment he saw the little girl.

He crouched down, reached out, and happily accepted the flowers:
"very beautiful."

The moment the fingertips touched the petals, the delicate flower instantly turned into steel.

The little girl twisted her wrist slightly, and several steel needles shot out from the center of the flower, heading straight for Lin Jiang's face.

A large number of steel needles landed on Lin Jiang's face, and then, as if they had pierced a city wall, they made a clanging sound and even sparked several times.

The needles that landed on Lin Jiang's eyeballs bounced off directly.

Lin Jiang felt a chill and slapped the little girl's head.

The little girl instantly transformed into a long spear pointing upwards, wailing and screaming as if she possessed a spirit, attempting to pierce Lin Jiang's palm.

With a slap to the tip of the spear and a forceful push of his arm, Lin Jiang forcefully pressed the spear into the ground. When he raised his hand, a perfectly clear palm print was left on the floor tiles of the illusory realm, with a flattened spearhead pressed in the center of the print.

The entire gun had been slammed into the ground by Lin Jiang, and it must have broken into several pieces.

Lin Jiang wiped his face and shook off the steel needles.

What just happened? Why does it suddenly feel like an ordinary street?
Is this what the illusionary realm is supposed to be like?!
So simple and unadorned?

As Lin Jiang was pondering this, he suddenly saw an old woman pushing a cart approaching from not far away, her face kind and gentle.

She smiled and handed Lin Jiang a steamed bun.

Lin Jiang took the steamed bun:

"Thank you, how much?"

"Not expensive, two for three coins." Lin Jiang took out three coins and a steamed bun.

Put the bun to your mouth and take a bite.

The steamed bun contained many crushed razor blades. These sharp blades transformed into qi in Lin Jiang's mouth and were poured into his stomach all at once.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and realized that the filling of the buns was a bit hard. Perhaps the old woman had rushed out this morning and made the dough too stiff.

wrong!

He opened his mouth towards the old woman in front of him, and a gust of hot air blew directly at her.

The old woman's body rapidly withered, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a dry, yellowish painting, drifting away in the wind.

Why do people always do this? It's not good to ruin food.

He vaguely heard a few more questions. Clearly, his actions had far exceeded the other party's expectations. The fact that he had failed to harm Lin Jiang so far had left the assassin somewhat bewildered.

But the entire illusory mirror still showed no sign of disappearing.

Lin Jiang didn't know where Duan Libie was, and after calculating that only a few breaths had passed since then, he decided that rather than waiting for Liang Huashan to use his magic, he should use some of his own methods first.

He simply focused his Qi on the entire street in front of him, and blew out a breath of cold Qi.

Where the cold air swept by, a layer of frost formed in the blink of an eye, as if the originally scorching summer scene had suddenly been covered in snow. The townspeople all looked up at the sky with surprise on their faces.

The pedestrians closest to Lin Jiang were covered in frost, but the others on the street paid them no heed.

Some residents seemed to sense the chill, subconsciously rubbing the goosebumps on their arms, then taking out their winter coats from their pockets, casually putting them on, and changing into winter clothes.

Even the midday sun, which was shining brightly, turned into the midnight hour with stars and a full moon in an instant.

In the distance, at a street corner, a child rode on his father's shoulders, hanging a large red lantern in front of his house. Instantly, the entire street was bathed in warm, dim light.

Lin Jiang frowned and began to circulate his summer qi.

But before he could exhale any breath, he suddenly heard the crackling sound of firecrackers from the side.

Looking to the side, I saw that the child who had been riding on his father's neck was lighting a red-hot firecracker with a tinderbox.

Hearing the sudden crackling sound, the child excitedly hid behind his father.

In the distance, red paper was pasted on windows, and some people, as if they had woken up late, were pasting the character "福" (fortune) on their doors. An old gentleman was discussing with a scholar how to write a couplet, and an old woman with wrinkles on her face took out a few coins and handed them to the child in front of her.

A joyful sound suddenly rang in my ears:
Happy Chinese New Year!

Lin Jiang then suddenly realized what was going on.

It's winter, and spring is just around the corner; today should be the Lunar New Year.

Lin Jiang looked around again, feeling that the place was becoming increasingly familiar, just like the street where he lived in the capital.

It seems that once you round the street corner ahead, you'll see the proprietress selling steamed buns. If you walk back along the street, you'll find her huge courtyard, where the cook, Song, will peek out to greet you.

Suddenly, a group of young men in a hurry approached from afar; Lin Jiang did not recognize them.

"You live here?"

The young man stopped in front of Lin Jiang and gestured towards the small courtyard beside him.

Lin Jiang glanced at it and nodded.

"This is a letter for you."

The deliveryman handed the letter to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang took it: "Aren't you going home for Chinese New Year today?"

"Go home, but at least finish delivering these last few letters."

"Oh." Lin Jiang casually waved his hand and punched the mailman. His body turned into letters that filled the sky and scattered in the wind.

These envelopes landed in the hands of everyone on the street corner, who cheered as they caught them, opened them, and began to chant:
"You silly boy, I can't go back this year. Wait until next year, and I'll bring you some money back with me."

"You lazy bum, why are you always away from home?"

"My old friend, it's a pity I'm ill, otherwise I would definitely come to see you this time."

Lin Jiang also sniffed the envelope; it had a familiar floral scent, which seemed to be the same fragrance he had at the Hundred Flowers Banquet a while ago.

Upon opening the letter, I saw that it was signed by Wen Xiangyi, saying that she would be taking Lin Shengfeng to the capital by carriage around the Lunar New Year.

It's unclear whether the message was delivered too quickly or they arrived too late.

Lin Jiangxin thought he should clean up the yard so that his grandparents could move in.

They would surely enjoy Chef Song's cooking skills.

What else is coming...

Lin Jiang remembered that there seemed to be other people coming to the capital, but the surrounding noise was a bit too loud, and the red lanterns hanging up were too dazzling, so Lin Jiang's thoughts became a little sluggish for a moment.

His consciousness slowly drifted away.

Two figures, long absent from his thoughts, gradually emerged from the depths of his mind.

Lin Jiang casually pulled out the flat black "box" he never parted with from his pocket, covered with glass, a material unique to the Western Kingdom of Daxing.

The box was lit up with a string of numbers and a portrait, and there were two buttons at the bottom, as if waiting for Lin Jiang to press them.

A green light indicates the call has been answered.

A red hanging up.

(End of this chapter)