Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 215 Mixed Techniques

Lin Jiang moved its tail and jumped down through the window, running all the way to the prison.

It's a bit damp, not very comfortable.

He looked up, staring through the wooden stakes lying on the ground at the man sitting on the haystack.

The man sat by the wall with his head down, his face covered in stubble, looking listless and in poor condition.

Despite his disheveled beard and messy hair, Lin Jiang could still tell that this man was the same retainer of the Grand Secretary in the portrait.

The prisoners who should have been in the Dali Temple dungeon were instead sent here.

I reckon he probably knows something.

Now the problem is, how do we get him to say anything?

Killing him will turn him into a demon?

That's not quite right.

Lin Jiang had a feeling that this person might be related to Sun Zhong, and that killing him might affect Sun Zhong.

Looking around the prison again, he found the jailer resting in the empty room outside. There weren't many prisoners left in the prison, and they all looked listless.

He then gave an instruction to Liu Fangyue:

"Use some methods to make that jailer fall asleep temporarily."

"Okay, boss."

Liu Fangyue channeled her Qi within the palace in Linjiang Road and blew it towards the prison guards not far away.

A warm breeze immediately blew from Squirrel Lin Jiang's forehead, filling the room.

Summer breezes always make people sleepy, and the same is true here.

The jailer, who was lying on the table, suddenly felt a warm sensation around him and instinctively opened his mouth and let out a big yawn.

He didn't feel anything was wrong at all, only thinking that he might have drunk too much alcohol and indulged in too much sex the day before, so he simply lay down and fell asleep.

The other prisoners did the same; they lay down directly on the straw mats and soon fell fast asleep.

Only the man in front of Lin Jiang seemed to sense something. He raised his head, and his originally tired and gloomy eyes regained a glimmer of light.

After looking around, the man's gaze fell on the squirrel outside his cell.

"I wonder which friend came here to see me?"

The man spoke slowly.

His voice was very harsh, sounding like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other, and it wasn't very pleasant to hear.

Lin Jiang leaped into the gap in the prison cell and landed inside.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jiang also released his own magic, and his body changed in the blink of an eye.

The man was surprised to see a young man suddenly appear before him. He looked Lin Jiang up and down, his words tinged with hesitation:

"Transformation into all things?"

"So you really do know the formula for the pill." Lin Jiang stared at the man for a moment and said.

"Is this the prescription?" The man's eyes were still somewhat unfocused. "I'm not quite sure. Who sent you? Are you here to take me out?"

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship with Sun Zhong?"

Lin Jiang asked.

“Sun Zhong? I’ve heard of him, but I don’t know him well…”

The man shook his head.

Lin Jiang frowned deeply: "Then how did you know about the Myriad Manifestations?"

“These thoughts suddenly popped into my head, and they’re really bothering me. I don’t like them.” The man reached up and tapped his head, a pained expression on his face. “And… it feels like someone is messing around in my head every night… it’s really bothering me.”

At this point, the man suddenly covered his head and looked at Lin Jiang with a somewhat blank expression.

His eyes lingered on Lin Jiang's face for a long time before he finally spoke slowly in a questioning tone:

"You look a lot like Lin Shengfeng, really a lot like him. What's your relationship with Lin Shengfeng?"

Lin Jiang didn't say anything.

"It's dangerous here, you need to run! Don't stay here..."

The man began to hit his head hard, making a thumping sound, and blood started flowing down his forehead.

"Grandpa Sun?"

The man stopped what he was doing and looked at Lin Jiang with a puzzled expression:

"who are you?"

Lin Jiang's brows furrowed even more deeply.

This person speaks incoherently and sounds extremely abnormal.

He resembled both a prisoner and Sun Zhong.

"Master, this seems to be a hybrid technique." Liu Fangyue's voice rang in Lin Jiang's ears:

"The Soul-Catching and Shadow-Capturing lineage's skills can blend the souls of two people together."

“But why do it this way?” Lin Jiang frowned. “If you want to gather information, there are many methods available. Wouldn’t it be better to simply swap souls?” “The Mixing Technique is highly concealed,” Liu Fangyue pondered for a moment and said, “This method divides a person’s consciousness into two bodies: the primary body is the human soul, which guides thoughts; the secondary body is the earth soul, which adjusts memories and emotions. The Mixing Technique involves swapping the earth souls, so that one can obtain the thoughts of the replacement without others noticing.”

At this point, Liu Fangyue paused for a moment:
"The part of the soul that was replaced is essentially a copy, and it won't recognize itself as a separate entity. Currently, it seems that this person does indeed have a part of Sun Zhong's soul mixed in, which suggests that the spellcaster wanted to use this part of the soul to obtain information."

"so what should I do now?"

“It’s troublesome.” Liu Fangyue also fell into deep thought: “The key to the Mixing Technique is the word ‘kneading,’ like kneading two doughs together. Once this technique is used, there is no going back. I estimate that the person who used this technique on these two people wanted Sun Zhong to continue living, and also wanted to squeeze information out of his mind.”

"Is there really no way at all?"

Lin Jiang really didn't believe it. In this world, even a severed head can be reattached, so why couldn't this kind of magic reverse the damage?

"I'm not good enough..."

Liu Fangyue was helpless, but just then, another ghost in the inner palace suddenly spoke:

“Master, I have a way,” the ghost said. “I’ve encountered similar situations before and seen people handle them.”

The new cougars are actually a group of many wandering swordsmen. Although their skills have been affected to some extent, they should still have some knowledge.

Seeing that Lin Jiang was listening attentively, the ghost also began to explain in detail:
"This hybrid technique can sacrifice one side to preserve the other. As Senior Liu said, the souls of the two have already been fused together and cannot be forcibly extracted. However, by infiltrating the body and soul, the part that the master needs can be forcibly cut off and brought back to the main body."

However, at this point, the ghost paused slightly:

"However, even if the three souls and seven spirits are merged afterward, they will still be affected by the original soul owners in the first place."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment:

"Just do it."

“Alright.” The ghost paused after saying this, “But Master, I don’t know how to use the Soul-Entering Technique. I’ll have to wait for Senior Liu’s help.”

"it is good."

Liu Fangyue's figure flickered, and a moment later she emerged directly from Lin Jiang's forehead and burrowed into the forehead of the man in front of her.

At that moment, a strange feeling welled up in Lin Jiangxi's heart.

The next instant, Lin Jiang's vision changed.

She also entered the body of the man in front of her, along with Liu Fangyue.

Lin Jiang was somewhat surprised.

I never expected Liu Fangyue to be of such use.

Lin Jiang also focused his mind, and the light and shadow in front of him became clearer and clearer.

The area around Liu Fangyue was enveloped in bizarre and colorful hues.

This chaotic color is like falling into a vat of dye that doesn't mix with each other; just one glance makes one feel that everything before one's eyes is murky.

As Lin Jiang's "gaze" swept over those vibrant colors, a strange, unseen feeling welled up in his mind.

Cyan represents melancholy contemplation, while blue signifies caution and vigilance...

These hues correspond to thoughts and ideas, and are very similar to what Lin Jiangguan saw.

It seems that the source of the art of observation is these three souls and seven spirits. However, one can only see the most superficial flow with the eyes alone. Only when the soul squeezes into the other person's body can one see things more clearly.

Lin Jiang could clearly see the man's confusion and fear, as well as his chaotic thoughts.

Delving deeper, Lin Jiang suddenly noticed some unique colors emerging within this entire expanse of thought.

A large expanse of blue, tinged with a hint of deep purple, envelops a sphere resembling a pill.

This particular color immediately stood out from the rest of the thoughts around it.

Lin Jiang glanced at it, stared at it for a moment, and his thoughts were also pounding like waves.

He vaguely seemed to see that the color had changed shape.

It looked like an old man curled up, floating aimlessly amidst the chaotic colors.

This old man was none other than Sun Zhong!

There seemed to be some shimmering light around his body. Lin Jiang stared at it for a moment and felt that these points of light looked somewhat familiar.

"Let's go over and take a look."

Lin Jiang gave Liu Fangyue an instruction, and Liu Fangyue obediently moved closer.

She reached out and touched one of the points of light.

The next moment, some thoughts seemed to flash through Lin Jiang's mind.

Lin Jiang frowned, pondered for a moment, and discovered that this was actually the way to return home!

It seems that, in addition to part of Sun Zhong's soul, the spell itself was also severed by the caster.

Just as Lin Jiang was about to have Liu Fangyue cut off this piece of soul, he suddenly noticed that something else was floating out from the depths of color not far away.

That is……

A book and a pen.

Lin Jiang was slightly taken aback, but then he immediately understood.

Since they have cut off Sun Zhong's methods, they naturally want to find a way to record them for their own use.

This book and pen are probably for this very purpose!
P.S.: I haven't slept since 9 AM yesterday, and I wrote this in a daze. I still need to revise the draft. My head is throbbing.

(End of this chapter)