I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 8 Start taking action

Li Ying is dead.

The big watery eyes stared at the cicada motionlessly.

His dilated pupils were filled with confusion.

On the other side, Jin Chan's lips trembled slightly.

He seemed to want to say something, but felt there was no need.

After taking a quick look at the woman lying on the ground, he walked to the window, opened a small crack and looked out.

Only fifty meters away.

The two people in charge of guarding were squatting on the ground chatting.

It seemed that they didn't notice anything unusual in the house.

"Whether I can escape from this damn place depends on tonight!" Jin Chan said to himself.

Although Taohuayuan is surrounded by five mountains.

But the reason why people can't get out is the thick fog on the top of the mountain.

During these hundred years, countless people have ventured into the thick fog and tried to cross the mountain.

But everyone's fate was the same without exception, either they inexplicably returned to the starting point, or they got lost in the fog and never came back.

And this time.

Jin Chan’s idea is very simple.

That is to use fireflies to ignite the entire Peach Blossom Spring, including all the vegetation in the five mountains.

Use the sky-high flames and burning smoke to disperse the fog on the top of the mountain.

Of course.

Under this fire that can be called a natural disaster.

Apart from the immortal golden cicada, it is estimated that it is difficult for anyone to survive.

However, Jin Chan didn't care about the lives of these villagers.

It's time to settle the accounts after so many years.

During the following day.

After continuous experiments, Jin Chan finally discovered that the dried fireflies were more stable, and their burning flames were stronger and their temperatures were higher.

If you throw a piece of firefly residue into the air, it can be ignited with just a little external force.

Moreover, this flame can burn alone for about half an hour without any combustible materials.

"Haha, nine hundred thousand fireflies can burn even the Afang Palace to ashes, not to mention the small Peach Blossom Spring!"

Jin Chan was so excited that he wanted to dig out all the remaining fireflies buried under the ancestral hall right away.

One day passed.

The sun and the moon alternated, and the village fell into darkness again.

The two people stationed outside the house finally noticed something was wrong.

Li Ying and Jin Chan, you've been staying in the house for too long!

Although as the saying goes, there is no such thing as a field that can be plowed to death by an ox that has been worked to death.

But as long as the cow is strong enough, the land will be turned over.

What's more, Jin Chan's body is different from that of ordinary people, while Li Ying is just an ordinary teenage girl.

And her body is so petite.

It's impossible to withstand the torture of a whole day.

Holding such doubts.

The two guards discussed it and decided to go over and take a look.

Just when the two were about to get up.

Crunch~~
Jin Chan pushed open the door, holding a bucket of rice wine and a plate of cooked meat, and walked towards this side.

"Two big brothers, you must be hungry after working hard all day, right?"

Jin Chan asked with a smile and handed over the food in his hand.

"Brother, you are so strong. Is Miss Li okay?"

Because Jin Chan’s image in Taohuayuan has always been that of a kind-hearted old man.

So the two of them, who were already very hungry, took the food and stuffed it into their mouths without hesitation.

"Haha, Sakura is exhausted, so she won't be going back tonight!"

Jin Chan laughed and answered casually.

"Don't just eat meat, guys. I got this barrel of rice wine from the cellar. It's cold and thirst-quenching!"

Jin Chan picked up the gourd ladle and scooped a spoonful.

"Brother Jin, you are such a nice person, I like you!"

"For the sake of our friendship, we will cut less meat from you during the harvest festival in a few days, so that you will suffer less!"

The man said this in a righteous manner, as if this made him appear very loyal.

After watching the two of them gulp down a few big gulps of cold rice wine.

Jin Chan finally felt relieved and asked, "You two, how does the rice wine mixed with fireflies taste?"

As soon as these words came out.

The two men's faces turned pale instantly. After looking at each other, they all looked at Jin Chan.

The expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost. "How do you know about fireflies?"

As for the matter of fireflies and Qingtan, the old village chief of Taohuayuan had issued a clear ban, forcing no one to mention it in front of Jinchan.

Sudden.

Their stomachs began to feel hot, and red lights flashed in the dim night.

Followed by.

An indescribable heat surged from the stomach and instantly swept through the whole body.

The hair on his body gave off an unpleasant burnt smell.

His eye sockets were also bloodshot.

Flames came out of the nostrils, mouth, and ears.

"Jinchan, what are you going to do?"

One of them asked with difficulty, holding his stomach.

He couldn't understand why Jin Chan, who had always been honest, would do such a vicious thing.

But now Jin Chan was too lazy to answer his question.

After just a glance, he walked towards the old village chief's house.

"Jin Chan you bastard come back here and give me a mouthful of your blood. I don't want to die yet."

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

Before Jin Chan had taken ten steps, the two men fell to the ground and became motionless.

Only two tall fires were left burning.

The old village chief's house is located in the east of the village.

It is a large wooden mansion with three entrances and exits.

However, the village chief is over 80 years old and has no children or grandchildren, so he is the only one living in such a big house.

Jin Chan had heard a rumor.

The year before he was born, the old village chief's only son died unexpectedly in the mouth of a wild beast in the mountains.

Although he was not killed on the spot, he was seriously injured.

But at that time, there was no such precious thing as cicada meat.

As a result, his son died of his injuries a few days later and was buried in the yard of the house.

Just arrived at the village chief’s house.

Jin Chan suddenly felt a chill coming towards him.

Although it is past summer, it is not so cold and gloomy.

With a hint of doubt, Jin Chan quietly pushed the door open and walked in.

Go through the gate and arrive at the second courtyard.

There were only a few willow and mulberry trees scattered in the huge yard.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, which grew up to the cicada's waist.

"Strange, why is this old guy so dirty?"

Jin Chan was a little confused.

The old village chief clearly appears to be highly respected in front of others, so why is his house so messy?

Keep moving forward.

The flickering candlelight and the faint sound of voices in the main room caught Jin Chan's attention.

"Is there anyone else?"

Jin Chan was confident that he could deal with an old man in his eighties.

But if a few more young and strong guys come, it will be difficult to deal with.

Hiding beside a pillar.

Jin Chan licked his index finger in his mouth and quietly poked a hole in the window paper.

Look inside through the hole.

"This"

Jin Chan almost cried out, and in the chilly house, a trace of sweat actually ran down his forehead.

Only inside the house.

The old village chief was leaning on a cane, with a hunched back, and holding a silver bowl in his shaky hand.

The silver bowl was filled with bright red blood.

And at his feet.

A corpse, riddled with holes as if it had been torn apart by wild beasts, lay quietly.

"Son! This is the golden cicada blood I got from Lao Li's house the day before yesterday. Drink it slowly, don't be anxious, don't be anxious!"

The old man's voice was hoarse and low.

It was as if someone was strangling my neck, and there was a hint of uneasiness in the weirdness.

Every word seemed to be squeezed from his dry throat, with a creepy tremor.

The wrinkled skin hung down on his face, as if he were a dead person lying in a coffin.

(End of this chapter)