Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 224 City Destruction
A soldier charged toward Lin Jiang, and Lin Jiang raised his fist and smashed it into the soldier's head.

The man's head exploded, the headless corpse swayed twice, and then fell to the ground dead.

The soldiers behind him showed no fear, but instead laughed and charged at Lin Jiang again.

Lin Jiang frowned, thinking these people were like lunatics.

He raised his foot and kicked the soldier in front of him. The soldier was sent flying, rolled several times on the ground, and was reduced to mangled flesh, unable to move.

The remaining soldiers swarmed forward, but Lin Jiang simply shook off their attacks with both arms. Those struck by his arms fell to the ground, convulsed, and died instantly.

Lin Jiang wiped his hands and looked at the corpse on the ground. He felt nothing was real, as if he had killed several flesh puppets that could wield knives.

After dealing with the soldiers, Lin Jiang blew cold air at the burning campfire, and the flames immediately went out.

The canary on her shoulder leaped down and transformed back into Yana in the blink of an eye.

She stared blankly at the charred corpse in front of her, then suddenly covered her mouth, her face turning pale. She rushed to the side to vomit, spewing out the meat soup from last night, and dry heaved incessantly.

After vomiting, she stared blankly at the corpse, muttering words that Lin Jiang couldn't understand. Although he didn't comprehend their meaning, he could sense the emotions in her words.

Yana was puzzled.

In my memory, the farm should have been filled with laughter and joy.

Uncle Agami and his wife would get up very early every day to take care of Moro, collecting their shed fur and wrapping it in bags woven from straw and hemp rope to make excellent pillows.

She has two of them at home, one given to her by Uncle Agami when she was a child, and the other given to her when she grew up.

Yana covered her mouth again, forcibly suppressing her nausea. She silently got up and walked to the two wooden sticks, dismantling the corpse herself, and then neatly removing all the corpses she could find.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, she covered her head and mumbled in a language Lin Jiang couldn't understand, then looked urgently at Lin Jiang:

“I want to bury them, but I’m worried about my parents. We’re so close to the city now, and my parents live right next to it…”

Her words were incoherent, but Lin Jiang still understood about 70-80% of them.

What are your burial customs here?

“Usually, fire is used,” Yana said, but then she couldn’t help but think of what had just happened. Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke, “Fire should be sacred, not an insult…”

"it is good."

Lin Jiang gathered the two bodies together, took out some dry firewood, and a flint and steel to start a fire.

Finally, he blew his summer energy towards the fire in front of him.

The small flames that were leaping on the firewood suddenly flared up in that instant.

In the blink of an eye, the flames engulfed the two corpses.

Yana stared intently at the flames, the flickering flames reflected in her pupils.

She looked dazed, and her thoughts were somewhat confused.

The flames would probably have to burn for a while longer, and Yana really had no heart for it.

"Master, can you take me to the city?"

Lin Jiang transformed Yana into a myriad of forms, which she then consumed, transforming back into a canary. Lin Jiang then placed the canary on his shoulder.

After determining the direction, clouds and smoke rose beneath our feet, and we sped towards the city.

After moving forward for a short while, Lin Jiang suddenly seemed to sense something.

Look out into the distance, following the direction of the horizon.

He saw a city.

It was a city being scorched by a raging fire.

The city's overall exterior walls were milky white, creating a striking contrast against the vast wilderness surrounding it, making it seem like a sacred city that offered refuge in a desolate landscape.

However, at this moment, the city walls have collapsed, and raging fires are burning above the city. Smoke and dust rise diagonally from every corner, changing direction with the wind.

Lin Jiang could smell a strong metallic odor, which was also the smell of blood.

The clouds beneath his feet gradually dissipated, indicating that his journey for the day was complete.

However, the remaining distance can be covered without using the Cloud-Stepping Ridge.

As Lin Jiang slowly moved forward, he saw many corpses.

The corpses lay scattered across the field, some seemingly intact but with minor wounds in vital areas; others had their hands and feet severed and lay on the ground, covered in blood of unknown origin.

The corpses piled up on top of each other; some crawled outwards, some rushed inwards, some remained in the position they were in before they died, some knelt on the ground, and some stood proudly, refusing to fall.

Lin Jiang even saw a huge mound of corpses, in which a hand was desperately reaching outwards, seemingly trying to escape. However, large flies had already landed on the hand, and the stench of rotting corpses wafted out.

This place looks like hell.

But this place is not actually hell.

This is a battlefield.

A battlefield filled with knives, blood, and flesh.

After seeing all this, the canary became even more anxious. She pointed to the distance with her wings, and Lin Jiang quickened his pace.

He arrived at the foot of the towering city wall.

There is a small village here, on the outskirts of the city. Many trees are planted around the village, and some livestock are walking on the bloodstains, looking bewildered.

The canary flew down and transformed back into Yana's appearance.

She ran quickly, heading straight for that place she knew very well.

at last,

She arrived at her destination.

at last,

She saw the truth that she had already thought of but was unwilling to admit.

Blood flowed down the courtyard, covering the ground.

With heavy steps, Yana walked into the courtyard.

Blood had soaked through her shoes, but she didn't care. She went into the yard and called out in a hoarse voice.

It sounds like she's calling for her father, and it sounds like she's calling for her mother.

However, the courtyard was quiet.

No one answered her.

……

Yana placed the body of an old man on the firewood.

She dragged in four corpses in total: a man, a woman, an old lady, and a little boy.

This was the last corpse she dragged in.

Yana borrowed a flint from Lin Jiang and tried to start a fire next to the wood.

But her hands were trembling, and the ground around her was stained with blood, making the firewood damp.

It is difficult to ignite firewood that is not very dry.

After trying a few times, she angrily flung the flint, seemingly wanting to throw the useless thing aside, but then she immediately remembered that it was given to her by Lin Jiang, so she lowered her raised hand.

In the end, Lin Jiang walked to her side, blew on the wood to dry it.

Yana then managed to get the fire going.

She didn't cry, or rather, when faced with such a situation, she didn't even know what kind of expression she should show.

Lin Jiang stayed by the girl's side.

The flames burned slowly, and the sun in the sky slowly sank.

The flames finally died down as the sun slowly moved from its midday position to the distant horizon.

The girl took out several clean earthenware jars from her home, picked up a stone, took a leg bone from each of the corpses, crushed it into fine powder with the stone, and then put it into the earthenware jars.

"There is a river in the city. My Lord, could you take me there?"

Yana was holding several jars, her voice a little hoarse.

"it is good."

Yana walked ahead, with Lin Jiang following behind. They soon arrived at the city gate, which had been smashed open. Inside, there were even more corpses, some of which had been crushed to the bottom and turned into minced meat.

The city was filled with the same scene, with corpses strewn everywhere.

People from this country and people from that country, whose origins are indistinguishable, are all equal in the face of death.

Following the narrow street, they soon arrived at a wide river in the city.

The river water is somewhat murky. This is supposed to be a relatively slow-flowing section of the city, and it looks like it has been treated rather carelessly.

Yana opened several jars and poured them one by one into the river. Watching the ashes being soaked and washed away by the river water, her gaze drifted into the distance.

After a long while, her body suddenly seemed to lose all strength and she fell into the river in front of her.

However, before her body even touched the river water, she suddenly felt a gentle force coming from her arm.

Looking back, she saw that Lin Jiang had grabbed her.

Yana swayed, unable to speak, but tears streamed down her face.

Lin Jiangxin sighed inwardly.

Just then, he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him.

Looking to the side, there wasn't a soul on the empty street.

However, Lin Jiang's gaze passed over the ruins and he saw some life force beneath the damaged houses.

He walked over, reached out and lifted the broken pieces, and immediately discovered that the interior was still intact, hidden beneath the rubble of the house.

He saw an old man protecting two children.

The old man's face was full of terror. He retreated repeatedly, speaking in a language that Lin Jiang could not understand.

It should be something like begging for mercy.

Lin Jiang was about to call Yana when he noticed that the old man had changed his mind after seeing his appearance clearly:
"Daxing...Daxing's lord?"

His Daxing dialect was very standard, and Lin Jiang even heard some accents unique to the South.

"I'm."

"Are you the master of flowers and diseases?"

"I'm not."

"So you're a businessman?"

"Neither do I."

"You...you're not coming to kill us, are you?!"

"Why would I kill you if I had nothing better to do?"

Hearing Lin Jiang say this, the old man's expression softened slightly.

At this moment, Yana finally walked over, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. When she saw the old man, a look of surprise appeared on her face.
"Grandpa Apa?"

"Yana?! You're still alive?!"

A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face at that moment.

"Grandpa, what's going on here? What happened to our city? Did those barbarians do this?"

Yana asked hurriedly.

Upon hearing Yana's words, the old man's expression instantly became subtle.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only a long sigh escaped his throat:

"Alas, this is all a tragedy..."

(End of this chapter)