Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 231 Reins
Donkey Head walked slowly through the city, glancing around at the ruins, and couldn't help but sigh softly:
"It's truly a tragedy that has caused widespread death and destruction."

His tone was sincere, as if he truly believed it.

Just then, Donkey Head, who was wandering through the city, suddenly stopped.

He looked down and saw that the street was covered in water stains.

The gentle flow of water was slowly sweeping past his ankles.

Looking back, I saw a long river in the distance at the alley entrance, flowing calmly towards me.

The river was not fierce; in fact, it could be described as somewhat peaceful. Countless corpses floated on its surface.

The corpses were all people who had died in the city, but at this moment they were not stained with any blood.

Their faces were serene, showing no trace of the pain of impending death.

Looking at these people, Donkey Head suddenly remembered that he had visited some villages some time ago. If an old person died there, they would give the old person a proper bath and change them into a new set of clothes.

The same seems to be true for this river.

He slowly raised his head, and the donkey hood tilted back as he did so, revealing a large ship slowly sailing on the river in the distance through the empty eyes of the hood.

The ship was bustling with activity, like a banquet was in full swing. Some people were playing the piano, some were dancing, some were wearing donkey heads, and you could even see a few spirits waving in your direction.

At the very front of these ghosts, a child wearing an ill-fitting, oversized robe was holding the two braids on his head.

He pulled his two little braids up to the top of his head, then pointed to the donkey head below:
"You look really strange!"

Donkey Head looked up at King Qi on the boat, showing no expression whatsoever despite his impolite remark.

He simply bowed respectfully in the direction of King Qi:
"I have long admired the great name of the State of Qi on the other side of the river. Today, I have finally met you, and I can confirm that your reputation is well-deserved."

"What other shore? I've never heard of such clichés before," Qi Wang pointed in the direction of the donkey's head. "I'm here to take what belongs to the State of Qi."

What are you talking about?

“The garden, the garden is in your hands,” King Qi pulled his braid up to his eyes, and a faint light emanated from it. “I can see that you cannot deceive me. What I want is in your hands.”

"You must have seen it wrong; this thing isn't in my possession."

King Qi immediately pouted:
"Annoying, annoying, annoying! I've already told you to give me what you want, but you just won't listen. Don't you know that all the land under heaven belongs to the emperor? What I want is mine!"

At this point, King Qi seemed to have finally lost his patience. He reached out and grabbed at the donkey's head.

"Bring it to me!"

There was a slight tremor under Donkey Head's feet, and the next moment, the water he was standing on rose directly upwards, revealing a wooden platform.

Below the platform, piles of corpses also surfaced from beneath the water.

These corpses were not the dead people in the city. They looked more like people from Daxing. The clothes they wore were the armor used by soldiers, but the style was different from that of Daxing now.

The armor chosen by Daxing was mainly made of iron plates, forged by the Casting Department and strung with iron wire. When worn, it was neither too heavy nor did it affect movement. Although its protective ability was slightly lacking, it actually allowed the soldiers to more easily make use of their skills.

However, these soldiers were covered in a single piece of armor, and even their heads were covered with a hemispherical structure made of iron netting and chains, completely encasing their bodies.

Their armor was soaked in blood, turning a deep rust red. Where the armor did not cover, decaying flesh and pale bones were exposed. Eerie blue flames burned on their faces, which were covered by armor, and danced in the gaps between the armor plates.

As they ascended the platform, in the blink of an eye, the soldiers were already at the feet of the donkey-headed man!
From a distance, it looks like a giant mound of Jingguan burning with flames!
"Good lads! Charge forward for me! Haha!"

King Qi laughed so hard he rolled around on the deck, while the soldiers howled and charged toward the donkey's head.

Donkey Head sighed helplessly. He reached into his wide sleeves and pulled out a string of Buddhist prayer beads.

Immediately afterwards, a solemn chant arose from beneath the collapsed donkey's head:

"Alas!
"The vast plains are soaked with blood; the towering mounds of bones are piled up. You, all living beings, whether armed or armored, are trapped in the battlefield and perish in the calamity of war."

A golden-orange glow emerged from the donkey's head, instantly condensing into a fine golden rain that fell upon the soldiers below.

The soldiers' cries of agony grew louder as they began to fall downwards, plunging directly into the river and sinking to the bottom.

"A monk? You're actually a monk?" King Qi looked at the Buddhist beads in the other man's hand, then started scratching his own braid.

"I despise monks more than anything in my life! During the war between the various kingdoms, they just ran around in the middle, talking about stopping the fighting and killing, but they couldn't come up with any reasonable solutions. They were truly hateful and despicable!"

After saying this, King Qi reached into his robes and pulled out a short dagger. He then yelled and jumped towards the donkey's head.

His movements were simple and unpretentious, making him look like a crazy child.

Let alone someone with a skill like Donkey Head, even a simple farmer wouldn't be able to get hit.

Donkey Head naturally took two light steps in the air, and several lotus flowers bloomed under his feet. He was about to leave when he suddenly discovered that the dagger in King Qi's hand had appeared directly in front of his chest.

"this?"

The next moment, the dagger plunged directly into the donkey's chest.

He shuddered and fell from the sky, landing in the massive mound of corpses below. The soldiers roared and grabbed the donkey's head by the limbs, pulling it forcefully in all directions.

The donkey's head was instantly torn to shreds. Blood soaked through his clothes, and his head, wearing the donkey head mask, rolled down the mound of corpses and landed on the water.

King Qi landed back on the ship, waiting for the other party to transform.

One breath... two breaths...

There was absolutely no movement.

King Qi couldn't help but scratch his head.

Puzzled, he flipped down beside the boat and landed directly on the water.

Then, he jogged over to the dismembered donkey and kicked it in the head a few times.

"Hey! Get up! Get up!"

No response.

The King of Qi was bewildered. He turned back and called out towards the ship:

"He's weak and can't even kill a chicken, yet he chants Buddhist scriptures. He's really not very capable. It's just that his flowery words scared me so much that I brought out my most treasured possessions."

Lin Jiang, who was on the boat, also poked his head out.

He also had doubts.

Donkey Head just died like that?

This isn't right, is it? They died way too quickly!
This person seems mysterious; could it be that he really doesn't have any skills?
He flipped off the boat and went to King Qi's side, where he joined the king in examining the corpses on the ground.

"Really dead?"

"died."

Lin Jiang reached out, grabbed the donkey's headgear, and gently pulled it upwards, tearing the entire headgear off.

A bald man, who looked like an ordinary-looking monk, fell out from under the donkey's head hood.

There was absolutely nothing unusual about it.

Lin Jiang put the donkey head in his hand and rubbed it. The thing looked very ordinary, and Lin Jiang rubbed it into pieces in no time.

Lin Jiang felt something was off; the person on the ground had died far too quickly and cleanly.

"Where are his three souls and seven spirits?"

"Let me take a look."

King Qi bent over, squatted on the ground, and circled around twice.

"Uh-huh!?"

King Qi let out two strange groans, then reached out and grabbed the bald head.

With a tug, he pulled out a rope.

King Qi opened his hand, and the rope lay quietly in his palm.

This is not a rough rope made of grass, wood, and hemp; its overall shape is more like that of leather.

"What is this stuff?"

"These are his three souls and seven spirits."

"Is it possible that a normal person has three souls and seven spirits, like this?"

"How could that be? Those on my ship are the three souls and seven spirits of normal people."

King Qi fiddled with the rope in his hand for a moment, then put it over his face.

The rope was stuck in his mouth, and the other end was a long extension.

"What does this look like to you?"

King Qi asked Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang took a close look at King Qi, at his current form.

His expression became somewhat subtle at that moment.

Lin Jiang figured it out.

It looks like this is a rein.

It's the kind of rein used to tether donkeys and horses.

(End of this chapter)