Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 225 Refugees
The old man was holding two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom were only about four or five years old.

They all had some bruises on their bodies, probably from when they were hiding.

The child turned his head to look at Lin Jiang and Yana, his eyes filled with both fear and curiosity.

"This is Grandpa Apa. He used to help the king receive distinguished guests from Daxing in the palace. My Daxing language was taught to me by Grandpa Apa."

Yana introduced the old man to Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang nodded and extended his hand to the old man. The old man hesitated for a moment, but looking at Lin Jiang's peaceful face, his wariness melted away.

In the end, he still took Lin Jiang's hand.

Lin Jiang helped him up.

Lin Jiang also infused some life energy into the old man and the child in front of him. The bruises on the child's body disappeared quickly, and the external injuries on the old man, who was called Apa, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Apa's face clearly showed surprise:
"Are you a merchant from Daxing?"

"He's not exactly a businessman."

"Then you must be a wandering knight. There are many wandering knights in Daxing, and they are all very powerful and excellent."

"A wandering knight." Lin Jiang pondered the word for a moment, "That's good, I'll be a wandering knight."

"He's not a wandering knight," Yana suddenly interjected.

Lin Jiang was about to nod in satisfaction when she added:
"He is the ruler who controls everything."

Lin Jiang: "..."

Fortunately, the old man in front of him was knowledgeable and experienced. He simply nodded in agreement and did not say anything more.

After traveling this far, Yana finally encountered a familiar face who was still alive, and couldn't help but ask eagerly:
"What exactly is going on in the city? Did those barbarians break in? Why did I encounter some of our soldiers on the road, and they all looked like that?"

Upon hearing Yana's question, Old Apa's expression turned somewhat bitter:

"They weren't barbarians, they were our own soldiers. During the days you were gone, the barbarians launched another attack. The king's soldiers went out to meet them. The battle was very difficult, and the king had to personally lead the troops. The battle lasted for three days and three nights, but in the end, the king's soldiers were victorious and drove all the barbarians away."

“We had prepared cheese and jerky to welcome the king back, but…”

Old Apa unconsciously clenched his fists. The child in his arms was in pain, and he instinctively cried out in surprise.

The old man realized what had happened and quickly let go. The two children then rubbed the spots where they had been pressed.

The old man sighed before continuing:

"The soldiers who returned from outside the city were very strange. We had prepared cheese and dried meat to welcome the victorious heroes back to the city, but when they returned, they were like madmen. They were killing anyone they saw."

At this point, Old Apa looked towards the towering building in the distance.

Lin Jiang also looked over.

It was the most structurally complete building in the entire city, and like the outer city wall, it was entirely white, giving it a strange and majestic appearance.

"The king ignored his soldiers and went straight back to the palace. I was in the palace at the time, and I only glanced at the king from afar, but I felt that there was something wrong with him."

“I didn’t dare to talk to Wang and left immediately. On my way out, I met some survivors and took them to a hideout in the city. Then I searched for survivors in the city with some people who were still able to move around, and I didn’t expect to run into you.”

How many people are left in the city now?

“There aren’t many left. All the ones I could find are gathered in safe houses in the city,” Old Apa sighed. “A large number of people started running out of the city after they found out that there was trouble in the city. I’m not sure if any of them survived. Many more were killed before they could even react.”

“If you trust me, then take me there,” Lin Jiang said. “I will find a way to get you to a safe place.”

……

Old Apa led the way, with the others following behind.

They walked along the street without seeing any pedestrians.

Apart from the flickering flames, the entire city seemed dead.

Lin Jiang looked at the flames, aimed at them, and gently blew a breath of damp air in their direction.

A moment later, a cloud of mist rose from the flames, and under the suppression of the mist, the flames gradually dissipated until they disappeared completely.

Old Apa looked at Lin Jiang with some surprise, but he didn't say anything more.

People from Daxing often possess some extraordinary skills, and this person is probably no exception.

Lin Jiang looked ahead.

Besides this road, there are other places where flames are still burning.

Then he would have to find a higher place and blow out all the fire in one go.

As Old Apa moved forward, he also looked around warily, as if afraid that someone might suddenly appear from his surroundings.

First, walk along the main road until you reach the end, then turn into the alley next to it and you'll come to a closed wall.

Old Apa placed his hand on the wall, and the entire wall slowly changed, turning into a color like water ripples in the blink of an eye. Taking advantage of this moment, Old Apa stepped into the wall, and Yana and Lin Jiang followed behind him.

After crossing the wall, Lin Jiang saw a house that had been damaged. It was much better preserved than the outside. There were corpses piled up haphazardly at the entrance of the house, but these corpses all belonged to local soldiers.

The man with the curved knife squatting at the entrance of the house looked a bit dejected and tired. Hearing the commotion outside, he subconsciously looked up and realized that it was Old Apa returning with two outsiders.

He instinctively put his hand on the knife, and Old Apa immediately scolded him.

This time he used the local dialect, which Lin Jiang couldn't understand, but it worked well. The young man with the knife put down his weapon and looked at Lin Jiang with some nervousness and confusion.

Using the Qi Observation Technique, Lin Jiang could tell that this person's skill level was roughly equivalent to that of the inner hall, far surpassing that of the soldiers outside.

“He was a palace guard. He wasn’t affected and escaped with us,” Old Apa said, then pushed open the door.

Lin Jiang was about to go in when the servant managed to block him for a moment.

Lin Jiang glanced at the servant and could clearly see that the man was extremely nervous. It was obvious that the sudden events in the city had left him somewhat at a loss.

Looking down, I noticed that the servant was bleeding from his waist, indicating that he had been injured for some time.

No wonder I was sitting at the door just now.

Lin Jiang reached out and placed his hand on the attendant's shoulder. The attendant tensed up, unsure of what to do next, when he suddenly felt a warm current flow into his body. He was slightly startled, and the next moment he felt his injuries healing at a visible speed!

The attendant was completely stunned and could no longer stop Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang also entered the room at that moment. He glanced at the contents and found that there were quite a few people gathered there.

There were men and women, old people and children. Most of them were injured, leaning against the wall or lying on the floor, pale and weak.

When they heard the commotion at the door, they all looked up in Lin Jiang's direction.

Lin Jiang could clearly see the fear and... in these people's eyes.

numbness.

They were numb to him, a stranger who had suddenly appeared; numb to their own injuries; numb to death.

Lin Jiang could even see several dying people looking at him with their eyes full of exhaustion.

They no longer even cared about this suddenly appearing Daxing person.

"They're all a bit tired," Old Apa explained awkwardly to Lin Jiang, though he also looked at the people in the room with concern.

They said they were going to evacuate the city, and Old Apa knew it was time to leave, but how were so many people going to get away?
Putting aside the possibility that there might be soldiers who have lost their minds on the streets outside, at least half of the people in this room are close to death right now. If we force them to evacuate, they will probably only lose their lives.

Lin Jiang clearly noticed this situation as well. He took a deep breath and focused his energy in his throat.

Open your mouth and blow gently.

A spring-like breath of life swept through the room.

A faint fragrance filled the entire room.

The warm breeze invigorated everyone in the house, even those who were on the verge of death.

They looked at their wounds in astonishment and found that the wounds that would have killed them were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even a young man covered in knife wounds sprang to his feet from the ground.

He stretched out his arms blankly, staring at his half-broken arm, which was no longer bleeding.

Old Apa was also stunned.

He subconsciously sniffed, only to feel a faint fragrance entering his nostrils.

The fatigue that had accumulated in my body over the past few days vanished completely at this moment.

Even after Lin Jiang withdrew his magic, the room was still filled with a warm, sun-like aura.

Finally, someone realized what was happening and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing towards Lin Jiang.

Starting with the first one, they stacked themselves up one by one until everyone in the room was kneeling before Lin Jiang.

They shouted words that Lin Jiang couldn't understand and kowtowed.

Yana, standing behind Lin Jiang, nudged the dumbfounded Old Apa with her elbow and whispered:
"See? I told you this one is the ruler."

……

There were sixteen people in the room, seven men and nine women, most of whom were around the same age as Yana.

These are probably the only people left alive in the city.

Lin Jiang told them to pack their things, and that he would take them out of the city later.

The city is in such a state now that it's definitely uninhabitable. Lin Jiang needs to find them a place where they can continue to live.

Nearby, old Apa finally came to his senses. He pulled Yana over, lowered his voice, and asked in his native language:
"Yana, how exactly did you find this lord back then?"

"Is such that……"

Yana told old Apa everything that had happened to her.

Old Apa's expression changed after hearing what Yana said:
"You mean, this gentleman collected a female corpse back then."

"Right, he should be dead, but I can't quite tell." Yana looked at old Apa with some confusion: "Grandpa Apa, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Old Apa muttered something to himself.

He had never met the ruler, but he had done business with many people from Daxing.

Among them were some rather wealthy individuals who claimed they had arrived through the thick fog.

Sometimes old Apa would talk to them and listen to what they had to say:

The ruler within the mist was a woman.

If so...

To be able to kill a ruler, one must possess extraordinary abilities!

Old Apa pondered for a moment, then slowly walked towards Lin Jiang.

"The Great Ruler".

Lin Jiang heard what Old Apa said and shook his head helplessly:

"I am not the master."

"My esteemed sir, I have a request that I would be so bold as to ask for your help."

"You said."

"Could you take me to the palace?"

Old Apa pleaded:

"I want to know what's wrong with the king. The king... shouldn't be like this."

(End of this chapter)