Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 220 There's a dog
With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Donkey Head made a quick calculation, and a faint, dim yellow light emerged from his body.

These runes, like little people climbing up, danced with the fingertips of the donkey's head. Finally, an old man leading a donkey appeared in his palm, raising a wooden stick and pointing it due north.

The woman indeed went north.

After calculating this point, a helpless sigh came from under the donkey's head harness.

He had said before that he needed several fellow travelers to go there with him, because going alone would leave him without any support and could easily lead to an accident.

Do they really think they're the real deal?

Without a few江湖客 (jianghu keke, martial arts practitioners) to shield you, how could you possibly survive a powerful enemy?
Donkey Head pondered for a moment, then looked down at the old man leading the donkey.

The old man shook his head, and he shook his head as well.

They can't be saved, and they're not worth saving.

That woman was too gloomy; she would kill others simply because they refused to talk.

Although Donkey Head taught her many times, hoping she would be somewhat capable, she remained unchanged despite numerous attempts.

He practiced benevolence and righteousness, and knew that some people could be saved, while others were not worth it.

"But your garden of a hundred flowers is indeed a wonderful thing."

Donkey Head also took out a token from his pocket and rubbed it with his fingertip.

A faint light appeared behind him, and a few wisps of floral fragrance quietly rose up before his figure vanished in an instant.

……

Seeing Lin Jiang approach step by step, Miss Jiang gripped the token in her hand even tighter with increasing urgency:
"Help! Help!"

The token remained unresponsive, as silent as death.

Miss Jiang's expression changed drastically.

Why is there no response? Why is there absolutely no movement?

That donkey head can't be trusted anymore!

Although she knew that opening the gates of the Hundred Flowers Garden at this moment might invite a wolf into the house, she had no other choice but to hope that the flowers could keep the monster away!

Just as Miss Jiang was about to cast her spell, a strange tremor suddenly arose in her heart.

It seems... someone is in her garden!

What happened? Who went into the garden?

Before Ms. Jiang could react, a sharp pain suddenly swept through her entire body.

It wasn't because of that strange man, but because her garden was being torn apart!

Unlike the last time when her garden was eaten, this time someone actually used powerful magic to cut her entire garden away!

This could even seriously damage her body!
Miss Jiang was not good at thinking, and her thoughts were even more chaotic at this moment.

She couldn't care less about the man behind her and could only wave hastily.

A misty path came into view, and she stumbled and rushed into it.

Lin Jiang, who was following closely behind, was wondering whether to intercept her when he noticed what appeared to be a vast garden at the end of the path.

He immediately perked up and followed closely behind.

Almost one after the other, Lin Jiang also stepped onto the path.

As the mist swirled, he walked briskly through it, and soon the view opened up before him.

It was a vast garden, colorful and with neatly arranged flowers.

Lin Jiang instantly perked up.

Great! That should be enough to eat!
He rolled up his sleeves, ready to take action, but then a sudden thought struck him.

Half a piece?!
The garden was enormous, with countless flowers densely covering the ground. Up close, one could still discern their strange shapes, but in the distance, only large patches of dark color remained.

The sea of ​​flowers stretches up the slope, and a wooden house stands quietly at the top.

But Lin Jiang saw it clearly:
The wooden house was abruptly cut off in the middle, and the rear half, along with a large area of ​​soil, seemed to have been devoured by a giant beast!

The broken section was a mess, indicating that the action was taken in haste, and only half of the garden's treasures were taken away.

After a moment's reaction, Lin Jiang's expression changed.

Ok!

Why are there dogs here?!

How dare they steal the garden before me! They're just as wicked as I am!

Upon witnessing this scene, Miss Jiang swayed twice, then suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She knelt down with a thud, her eyes devoid of any light, as if she had lost her soul, staring blankly at the garden before her.

I didn't cry, shout, or scream; I just felt something inside me shatter completely.

Lin Jiang looked at the girl and felt pity for her. He planned to pat her on the shoulder, say a few words of comfort, and then kill her.

But he had only taken two steps when Miss Jiang suddenly turned her head to the side.

Those eyes were lifeless, and even their lips had lost all color.
“You are all bad people. You are all eyeing my flowers and want to take them for yourselves.”

Lin Jiang thought for a moment and nodded frankly.

"Why? I just want to grow flowers quietly, love them, and think they're beautiful... Why do you have to drag me in? Why do you have to ruin my garden?"

Miss Jiang seemed to have gone mad, and it was unclear whether she was questioning Lin Jiang or the person who had taken away half of her garden's flowers.

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"Because you have killed many people."

"Just for this?"

"'Just'?" Lin Jiang shook his head. "People are meant to live. Since you killed someone, you should naturally be prepared to be killed yourself. It's fine to use methods to save your own life, but seeing yourself suffer like this, where did you get the mind to do that?"

“I don’t understand…no one has ever told me.” Miss Jiang’s voice was very low.

“I think someone must have said this. Even if you grew up alone in the garden without anyone to teach you, if there are normal people in the general’s mansion, they will surely teach you this principle.”

Miss Jiang remembered the donkey-headed man.

He seems to have said something similar, something about not killing...

But she still didn't understand.

She didn't understand why he couldn't kill people. He didn't want to talk, so he wouldn't let others talk to him. Wasn't that normal?

She didn't understand why some people told her that killing was right, while others told her that killing was wrong.

She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand.

She felt that people were less important than flowers. She believed she was right.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, rolling down to her chin and onto the ground.

Where her tears had touched, new buds sprouted again.

Staring at the intruder in front of her, Miss Jiang raised her hand.

She didn't know if half a garden would be enough to withstand this strange opponent, but it didn't matter now.

The garden has become like this, so nothing else matters anymore.

The flowers behind her emitted a strong fragrance that rushed towards Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang stood still, and even took a deep breath in front of him.

The fragrance of the flowers transformed into his cultivation, which he swallowed and absorbed into his dantian.

Just like the general who came looking for him that day, this person was not affected by the flowers.

Miss Jiang was about to continue stimulating her cultivation when she suddenly felt an itch in her throat.

He then coughed twice unconsciously.

However, the cough became increasingly violent and could not be stopped.

She felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Her body was both hot and cold. Everything around her seemed to be spinning, her vision went black, and her ears were ringing.

These were all feelings she had never experienced before.

Ms. Jiang originally wanted to take two steps back, but at that moment, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

With that fall, the bones throughout her body cracked and popped under the strain.

Her bones were broken.

Miss Jiang had no idea what was going on, so she could only stiffly and blankly raise her head, only to find that the token she had been rubbing in her hand was emitting a strange faint light.

Lin Jiang walked to Miss Jiang's side and squatted down. Miss Jiang struggled to lift her head:
"What's wrong with me?"

Lin Jiang reached out and touched the woman's forehead:
"You have a fever, and a very high one."

"fever?"

"You're sick. You're sick."

“I’m sick…” Miss Jiang chewed on the word, a word that was so familiar to her, yet so strange.

She always made others sick, but never thought she would get sick herself.

She should be healthy, given that she owns the Hundred Flowers Garden. So why is she sick?

Because of this token?
Miss Jiang couldn't think about much anymore. She never really liked thinking about anything; she just liked lying in her garden, inhaling the fragrance.

Unfortunately, she can't even smell anything now.

Being sick is really awful...

She muttered something to herself, then closed her eyes completely.

Lin Jiang touched Miss Jiang's neck.

Her pulse had completely stopped.

died.

So he nodded:
"Yes, being sick is very uncomfortable."

Lin Jiang slowly stood up and looked around.

Half of the garden was cut away, but a considerable amount remained.

Having absorbed so much, I should be able to survive through the three heavens!
He rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

It's time to eat.
……

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the night is deep.

Lin Jiang sat cross-legged in the half-open room, regulating his internal energy.

The surrounding gardens were bare of grass and leaves, leaving only a patch of fertile black soil.

As the Qi within his body surged, Lin Jiang suddenly opened his eyes.

Open your mouth and blow in all directions.

A cloud of mist billowed out and instantly enveloped the garden.

As the moonlight shone, the fog quietly dissipated.

Lin Jiang stared at the ground and noticed that the soil was more moist than before.

He was a little embarrassed.

The numerous flowers in the garden transformed into Qi, helping him break through the three heavens and gain control of a new type of Qi.

One of the six Qi, damp Qi.

However, after actually using it, Lin Jiang found that the technique was not as useful as he had imagined.

He couldn't find any other effect from blowing away the dampness besides making the land unusually moist.

It must be something used against enemies, and it belongs to a kind of chaotic energy?
Not understanding why, he simply shook his head.

I got up and looked around again.

Where is this place?
Although he had followed the woman into the mist, he was now shocked to realize that he did not know how to get out.

Some headache.

Or should we just use the coffin to go back to Qingniwa later?
Lin Jiang spotted a path leading directly out in the distance, its outer edge shrouded in mist, and decided to head in that direction.

As I walked along the path, a bright and open space suddenly opened up before me.

A heavy gust of wind followed.

Before Lin Jiang could react, he was covered in dust by a gust of wind.

He covered his face with his sleeve and realized that he was in a ravine.

The entire rift valley was yellowish-brown, with towering rocks forming the surrounding ground and walls. Apart from some low, yellowish vines growing in the crevices of the rocks, there was not a single plant to be seen.

A gust of wind blew through the rocks, raising a cloud of dust that met Lin Jiang's face and made his sleeves whistle.

Amidst the howling wind, Lin Jiang heard the sounds of iron horses clashing outside the valley.

A thick, pungent smell of blood assaulted my senses.

Lin Jiang was stunned.

Where did this come from? Is it still in Daxing?
(End of this chapter)