Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 52 Who are you?
Maoxiang sat on the lakeside viewing platform, and a young lady-like woman sat next to him, holding a book and reading a story word by word.

After casting a handful of bait, Maoxiang picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

The wine his men brought was quite strong and spicy; just a small sip made Maoxiang feel his face getting hot.

Judging by the time, his uncle should have returned by now.

I wonder how things went between my uncle and the Zhenping Division.

Maoxiang tends to think positively, after all, he is quite confident in his abilities.

In his view, the worst-case scenario was that Zhenping Division was unwilling to help him, and he would have to deal with that young master whose abilities were unknown on his own.

If things go smoothly, people from the Zhenping Division will come and entangle the entire water trade.

Either way, you're not at a disadvantage.

During this process, the only one to be careful of is Young Master Lin, who is associated with the Water Element.

The other party is capable, but that doesn't mean Maoxiang is afraid of him!
He had already shown extraordinary abilities when he was thirteen years old. Over the next ten years, he steadily developed and gradually took control of the entire Mao family. Even today, Mao Xiang still feels that it is not an exaggeration to call himself a genius.

Even geniuses will always encounter rivals on their path to success.

The eldest son of the Water Element family seems to be a few years younger than him.

The other person is also a genius.

Maoxiang unconsciously clenched his fist.

A surge of excitement welled up in my heart, like hot blood rushing to my head.

Just as a swordsman encounters a master, a chess saint meets a chess king.

A suitable opponent can always ignite a person's competitive spirit, like a spark that can ignite the passion in one's heart.

Maoxiang felt that he was sure he could fight Lin Jiang to the end, and that in the end, Lin Jiang would become the nourishment for him to reach even greater heights.

By that day, the Mao family will surely have accumulated enough strength to return to Hanbai!

One day, he might even achieve great success and expand his business to Kyoto.

Whether it was the truly exciting fantasy or the sheer strength of the wine his subordinates brought, Maoxiang felt an overwhelming sense of excitement, his mind filled with wonderful fantasies about the future.

When he was happy, he would even summon the girl who had always been by his side.

He took the girl's hand and spun her around twice.

The girl had no idea what had gotten into her young master, but she still joined in the commotion.

Then he turned and called out to the butler:
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll go find a nice restaurant and order a couple of dishes."

The butler glanced at Maoxiang.

His face turned red.

He drank too much.

The butler responded and headed towards the main entrance.

But just as he reached the door, the tightly closed door suddenly slammed open.

The entire door flew horizontally out, and the edge of the door slammed into the butler's face with a thud. The butler didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying by the door, lying on the ground bleeding profusely.

He had clearly passed out.

The sudden turn of events startled Maoxiang. He instinctively looked towards the door and saw a disheveled figure being thrown in.

The figure rolled twice on the ground, and mournful cries and screams echoed from the shadow.

Upon closer inspection, it was realized that it was Manager Mao, who had visited Han Bai a few days ago.

Manager Mao is now on the verge of death; his pants are torn at the buttocks, revealing a patch of bloody flesh.

How can you not see that?
They were clearly beaten severely by the yamen runners!

Mao Xiang was completely stunned. He had no idea why things had turned out this way. When he came to his senses, he found the head constable standing in front of him.

The constable sneered:

"Maoxiang, right?"

"it's me……"

No sooner had Maoxiang finished speaking than the head constable punched him in the face.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, two teeth flew out, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

The wine and bait on the table were spilled. The bait soaked in the wine, and some fell into the lake. The mindless koi carp gathered at the lakeside and desperately tried to bite the bait, almost splashing onto the shore.

Besides the buzzing sound, all that could be heard in Maoxiang's ears was the girl's scream.

He sobered up considerably.

After collapsing, Maoxiang struggled to stand up, his mind completely muddled, unaware of what had happened.

"You're quite the character, kid. You actually teamed up with Han Bai's Si Ping to release monsters into our Cangsong, causing the deaths of so many Cangsong people. Today, a few of us brothers are going to capture you. Don't think you've been wronged!"

The constable quickly tied Maoxiang up, along with the steward and the girl next to him.

Several guards originally wanted to come up to protect their master, but they were all beaten to the ground by the yamen runners with water and fire sticks.

At this moment, Maoxiang finally understood.

For some unknown reason, Si Ping, Han Baicheng's friend, suddenly fell from power, and his Mao family was also implicated and purged.

But he really didn't understand!
Si Ping has only been in office for less than two years, so who has taken charge of his purge?
They were humiliated and driven out of the mansion, then escorted towards the government offices.

The head constable showed no mercy to Maoxiang, escorting him down the street. Passersby saw this usually dashing young master in such a state, whispering and gossiping about what he had done wrong.

At this moment, Maoxiang was no longer the confident man he had been before. He couldn't hear what the passersby were saying, but he felt that their words must have been extremely harsh, like knives stabbing at him.

Looking around out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure not far away.

Lin Jiang was walking towards the outskirts of Cangsong when he saw the constable pressing people down on the road. He stopped and glanced curiously in their direction.

It must be him!
It must be him! Mao Xiang felt his blood rush to his head and roared in Lin Jiang's direction:
"You won this time! You won this time! But I haven't completely lost yet..."

The constable slapped him again:

"Damn it, are you having a fit? What do you mean by winning or losing? Murderers pay with their lives, your head is about to fall off, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Maoxiang was beaten until he was almost unconscious, and he was taken away like that.

Lin Jiang was a little bewildered by the prisoner who suddenly yelled at him, and even the little ginseng in his sleeve peeked out in confusion.

Little Ginseng watched Maoxiang depart into the distance:
"Who is this person?"

“I think I’ve seen him by the lake, but I don’t recognize him,” Lin Jiang said. “Maybe I’m having a fit of hysteria.”

“It’s really scary to have hysteria.” Little Ginseng said seriously, “You can actually mistake a stranger for someone you know.”

“Yes. That’s terrifying.” Lin Jiang nodded. “Let’s not talk about that person for now. I’ll take you to find Qian Gong and have him make you a treasure.”

……

Maoxiang was thrown into the courtroom. His heart sank, but he gritted his teeth.

Don't back down; you still have a chance to turn things around.

There are no high-ranking officials in Cangsong's government office, so he doesn't have many ways to make money. As long as his family can pay enough ransom and he can bribe them, he can still escape smoothly.

But when he looked up, he found that the person sitting in front of him was not the familiar old official, but a middle-aged man who exuded an air of authority.

The middle-aged man stared at him, and he stared back at the middle-aged man.

This person...

It seems to be a prefectural governor!

Mao Xiang broke out in a cold sweat.

Governor...why did you suddenly come to Cangsong?

"Please let me explain..."

"Listen to your explanation? Listen to your explanation of how you killed him?" Fatty Liu slammed his hand on the table. "Drag him away and beat him until he tells the whole truth!"

"I……"

Mao Xiang's words were barely out of his throat when two constables grabbed him and dragged him to the back, where they began to beat him hard on the waist with their rods.

This thing was specially used to execute prisoners. How could a young master like Maoxiang withstand it? After only two or three slaps, Maoxiang screamed in agony.
"I'll confess! I'll confess everything!"

The constables pulled him back over, but he couldn't even stand up and could only keep muttering:

"I had wicked intentions, I made a mistake..."

As Maoxiang spoke, tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the ground.

After putting in so much effort and thinking so much, this is the end result.

Lin Jiang didn't even recognize himself.

In the end, all that was left was wailing and crying.

Liu Pang rubbed his ears, his face full of impatience: "You have no backbone at all. Drag him away and throw him into jail. He'll be executed in the autumn."

Maoxiang was crushed like that, his spine collapsed, and he lost all his spirit.

A slight smile finally appeared on Liu Pang's face:

"Get the Mao family's bills; we can't go to see Grandpa empty-handed!"

……

The sickly pageboy was eating in a shop.

He was eating a bowl of white rice, next to which was a plate of braised pig's head. He ate the rice and the meat at the same time, and then, as if he was eating too fast, he covered his chest with his hand and coughed violently.

After coughing for a while, I covered my mouth with a handkerchief. When I took it off, I found that there was a patch of blood on the handkerchief.

He didn't pay much attention and was about to continue eating when he suddenly noticed the bloodstain on the handkerchief wriggle slightly, then, as if coming to life, formed a line of words on the handkerchief:

"Zhao Yunxiang is in Cangsong."

"Cangsong, where is Cangsong again?" The page boy was clearly dissatisfied. "First I was told to go to Hanbai, and I searched for quite a few days. Now you're telling me to go to Cangsong. Doesn't that mean I'll have to search for another eight or nine days? Don't you know how to treat a patient better? I fought that old guy a while ago, and it gave me a lot of illnesses."

At this point, he seemed a little agitated and started coughing again.

The incessant coughing annoyed the diners around him, and a tall, burly man, a江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to a person with a martial arts background and a江湖江湖客, a term referring to a martial arts world), shouted at him:

"Get out of here, you sickly fellow, and don't disturb our meal."

The pageboy wasn't annoyed; he simply asked in a friendly manner:

"Brother, where is Cangsong?"

"Why should I tell you?" The man glared at the page, but suddenly felt a tickle in his throat and couldn't stop coughing.

This cough just wouldn't stop; the more he coughed, the louder it got, until he coughed until he bled and collapsed.

His companions tried to stop him, but when they helped the burly man up, his head was no longer human-shaped.

His entire face was red and swollen, with a huge swelling on the left and festering flesh peeling off the right side. Blood gushed from his nostrils, mouth, eyes, ears, and other orifices, trickling down his face.

So frightened was his companion that he fell down in a sorry state, almost scared out of his wits.

"I feel a little unwell..."

As soon as the man uttered those words, his head burst into light and exploded into a spray of blood with a loud crack.

It truly became a flower, each petal extremely delicate, connected to the spine, trembling precariously, very tender.

The pageboy stood up, reached out and picked the flower, and sighed:
"I just want to ask for directions. Don't worry, as long as you tell me where Cangsong is, I will not kill you."

(End of this chapter)