Headless Immortal

Chapter 111 Re-entering the Human World
The old man trembled and shook, then froze completely.

His old eyes, bloodshot and yellowish-white, stared blankly, then he shook his head, trying to break free as if electrocuted, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge him.

The pale arm was incredibly strong; he couldn't break free at all.

He refused, saying, "This is your money, I can't take it."

The two were not related, so why would the shop owner help him?
Perhaps it's another scammer.

However, he always felt that this young man was not a swindler; no swindler would be so crude.

Therefore, he believed that he had encountered a madman.

Who uses burlap sacks to store gold and silver jewelry?

Looking again at the pale-faced man's bloodshot eyes, the old man was basically certain that the man had probably gone mad. The gold and jewels inside the sack were actually plastic; they wouldn't fetch much even as scrap.

Another person driven mad by poverty.

The old man sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy.

He was at least somewhat clear-headed, unlike the young man in front of him who was so stubborn and crazy.

How could people like them possibly make a lot of money?

Lu Xun stared at the heavy glass door, where a thick black fog still hung in the air. He slowly released his grip, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open.

Sure enough, it couldn’t be pushed open.

Unable to open the door, he could only stay in the grocery store, glancing back at the white clock on the wall, ticking away, time passing second by second.

How long can one stay in modern times?
Seven days.

He can enter the strange ancient world in seven days, but what if he dies in the ancient world this time?
can not wait.

Not a single second can be wasted.

Lu Xun turned to look at the old man and said as calmly as possible, "You're penniless, they won't even give you a loan, and loan sharks will assess your assets. No one in this world will help you except me. And these gold and silver treasures aren't fake—pearls, jade, gold bars, and silver ingots..."

As he spoke, Lu Xun picked out a few items and spread them out in his hand: "True gold is not afraid of fire. Let's leave aside other things for now. Gold and silver are the best test."

They rummaged through the small warehouse to find a crucible, disassembled a liquefied gas torch, and placed a finger-sized gold nugget into the crucible.

Chi!
A pale purple hue appeared at the end of the blue flame.

A few dozen seconds later, the gold nugget turned into water.

Yellow and golden.

The old man stared in disbelief at what was happening before him; it was actually true. The shock was so great that he staggered a couple of steps and tried to run out the door. How much money was in such a sack of gold and jewels? And how did it end up in such a small shop? Was it smuggled, embezzled… or dug up from a large tomb underground?

No matter which one it is, it violates the law.

The old man instinctively wanted to escape, but then he remembered what Lu Xun had said, opened his mouth and asked, "Why did you help me?"

The two were not related, had no connection, and had no debt of gratitude for each other's help. It was hard not to be shocked and wonder about their motives when the two suddenly produced so much money.

Lu Xun grinned, revealing a set of sharp fangs, and said with a smile, "Old man, have you ever heard of the devils of the West?"

The old man nodded: "I know a little."

"Just think of me as the devil. I grant people's wishes, but they have to pay the price."

"Then what do I have to pay?"

"soul."

Lu Xun said solemnly, "I will take your soul after you die."

Although the consequences wouldn't be that serious, Lu Xun exaggerated it as much as possible.

Unlike finding a cat or attending a parent-teacher conference, this involves fluctuations of several million.

Of course, he is not a real devil and cannot collect people's souls.

But who knows?

People are actually quite carefree about what happens after death; it's easy to gamble on the uncertain future and never lose.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out to be just his own soul. He had thought he was about to die.

Even if the devil told him to die right now, he wouldn't hesitate as long as it could save his wife. He'd be willing to die just to see his wish fulfilled.

Some people would rather die than sell their souls, while others have nothing to sell but their souls from the start.

The old man nodded and said, "Okay!"

zizi.

The streetlights at the entrance emitted a faint sound, and the street at the three-way intersection came into view.

Lu Xun couldn't wait to run to the door, push it open, look at the familiar street and laugh heartily. He opened his arms to feel the evening breeze and said softly, "I'm back!"

"Master... Demon..."

The old man realized that no matter how he addressed the devil, it was incorrect. Seeing the white-faced devil's keen interest, he waited a while, and only asked when the devil came to his senses, "How should I address you?"

"Just call me boss."

"boss."

The old man then revealed his name: Yu Chongshan.

Lu Xun turned to ask, "How much money does Uncle Yu need?"

"Twenty thousand."

Lu Xun's movements suddenly froze.

Mr. Yu thought he had said too much, so he quickly explained, "It's not 20,000, it's 19,800. The imported stent costs 15,000, and the rest are miscellaneous expenses... Originally, the house could have been sold for tens of thousands of yuan. But now everyone wants to buy apartment buildings, and it's hard to sell a bungalow."

“Gold is 150 per gram now, this gold nugget will weigh at least half a pound.” Lu Xun then picked out some pearls and jade, and pulled a plastic bag from the counter: “Let’s go, let’s sell them for some money.”

Old Man Yu asked in surprise, "Can't you just conjure money directly? It seems like both Western demons and our Eastern gods can do that..."

Lu Xun made up a story off the top of his head: "Turning it directly into money is too vulgar."

He also wanted to turn things into money directly, but unfortunately he didn't have that much divine power.

Lu Xun stuffed the items into the pocket of his trench coat, put on his sunglasses, locked the door with the chain, gave it a push, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Does the boss not come to the human world often?"

"I don't come here often."

The two chatted idly for a while.

It's only a little past seven o'clock, and the department store is still open. Most of the gold and jewelry stores are on the first floor.

As Lu Xun and the old man reached the door, a bored saleswoman came up to them. After looking them up and down, the pretty saleswoman was immediately disappointed.

The young man's clothes, all without any designer brands, looked to cost no more than two hundred yuan. The old man's clothes were very clean, but the style was outdated, and they had been washed too many times and turned white, exuding cheapness.

She didn't want to bother with them at first, since she was only half an hour away from getting off work, and she wanted to get rid of the old man and the young man as soon as possible.

The saleswoman didn't even bother with a smile: "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

Wearing sunglasses, Lu Xun asked casually, "Do you accept gold and jewelry here?"

The saleswoman frowned slightly. Wearing sunglasses so late at night? That's not how you show off.

He smiled professionally and said, "Yes, sir, but we are not interested in loose gold. If it is gold jewelry or something similar, we can only buy it back according to the gold price of that day."

Lu Xun reached into his pocket, pulled out a gold nugget, and asked, "Will you take it?"

"Manager! Manager!"

The saleswoman in the black pencil skirt went to call the manager in a shrill voice.

The gold shop manager, a middle-aged man with a square face, smiled and invited Lu Xun and Old Man Yu to sit in the tea room where they were discussing matters.

Manager Zhang Damao had tea brought over, poured it himself, and asked, "Are you sending the whole thing out?"

"out."

"Do you have the invoice documents, sir?"

"No."

"Then we can't buy it back at the market price."

"You know this is a piece of gold, right?" Lu Xun placed the gold nugget on the table.

Zhang Damao said regretfully, "Yes. I've been running a gold shop for over ten years. I can tell pretty much anything about gold just by holding it in my hand."

What price can you offer?

"115."

"Low."

Zhang Damao leaned back in his chair with a smile, and said calmly, "Sir, you must be in urgent need of money. To be honest, something of unknown origin like this would be worth at most a little over ninety on the black market. I'm already being very generous with one hundred and fifteen. If you don't believe me, you can ask other shops; none of them will offer more than one hundred and twenty." Lu Xun reached out to take the gold nugget and leave.

Zhang Damao quickly stopped him: "Hey, sir, we can talk about the deal."

Lu Xun sneered: "Trying to use force?"

"It's not that we want to use force, but I'm afraid even you, sir, can't explain the origin of the gold."

Zhang Damao coughed, and the two people who were sitting in the distance drinking tea stood up and walked over.

Old Yu trembled with fear. If he reported it to the police, his deal with the devil would be exposed, and he would be thrown in jail.

He had lived an honest and upright life; going to jail would ruin his life. He could only take two steps forward, wanting to let the devil go first, but found that his voice was stuck in his throat.

Lu Xun remained calm. In this era, almost everyone who did big business had a significant amount of shady dealings behind them. If they didn't dare to fight or take risks, their business would have been snatched up long ago.

He picked up the gold nugget, pinched it between his fingers, and then placed it back on the table, saying calmly, "Is your head harder, or is gold harder?"

Zhang Damao was initially confident, thinking the pale-faced man had given in, but upon closer inspection, he was horrified.

The gold nugget has five clear finger marks on it.

He suddenly stood up, exclaiming in surprise, "The Illusionary Realm Traveler?!"

Several saleswomen who were chatting and joking together were also drawn by the manager's call.

Lu Xun remained noncommittal. Did they really think it was still the 80s and 90s? In the early 21st century, it was no longer a matter of strength in numbers. The emergence of the Illusionary Realm made individual power surpass that of small groups for a time.

No matter if they are a gang leader with hundreds of henchmen or a company CEO, killing them is as easy as killing chickens.

In the past, even the most notorious serial killers would be caught after killing only a dozen or so people, and that was after years of accumulated crimes.

What about now?
A skilled traveler can kill hundreds in one night.

Upon clearly hearing the manager's voice, the two immediately stopped, having heard news reports about the power of the Illusionary Realm Walker.

"I was blind to your greatness, please forgive me, esteemed traveler. We'll take the gold, at the market price of one hundred and fifty per gram." Zhang Damao was trembling with fear, bowing and scraping, afraid that the person in front of him might make a move if he was displeased.

He had seen it on the news; it said a wanderer killed everyone in a building in one night, and although he was shot dead, it still had a significant impact.

Lu Xun said, "Weigh it, I want cash."

Zhang Damao quickly grabbed a scale to weigh it.

341 grams.

Fifty-one thousand one hundred and fifty thousand were neatly stacked on the table. Lu Xun took out a plastic bag, put the money in, stood up, looked down at the gold shop manager, and said calmly, "You can call the police."

Zhang Damao repeatedly assured him, "No, no, absolutely not!"

"Sir, walk slowly."

As he walked out the door, Lu Xun handed the plastic bag to Old Man Yu.

"No need for that much, 20,000 is enough."

"Take it." Lu Xunsai took it and said calmly, "Selling a soul for 20,000 is too cheap, 50,000 is not much either, but it's hard to explain the origin of a larger amount."

That makes sense when you think about it. Who else is like him, needing tens of millions of dollars at a time? In fact, tens of thousands of dollars are enough to solve many problems in daily life.

After finishing this matter, he needs to sound out the broker to see if he can raise the eight million as soon as possible.

"Let's go back."

"where to."

"Of course, I'll go back to your home."

Old Man Yu hesitated and said, "Those people from the Mind Sect might still be in my house."

"I'm afraid he won't be here!"

……

The long street is adjacent to the market, which is already closed, just as the small vendors are coming out.

Every household was pushing a small cart with lights on, which looked bright under the streetlights.

Fried skewers, grilled cold noodles, roasted chestnuts, grilled corn, seafood, street food stalls...

A middle-aged man with a bare chest and a large belly sat around a small table.

Groups of men and women held up their glasses, and cases of beer were brought out and placed at their feet. The noise drowned out any smoke or flames.

Young people and the elderly walk through the food street.

Crossing the road and stepping into the darkness.

If behind you are skyscrapers, then in front of you is a vast expanse of darkness, with low-rise apartments everywhere, moths circling light bulbs, and a small table set up under the dim yellow light.

Three young men, all of whom looked quite young, were sitting around a low table.

While the three chatted, they kept an eye on the suggestive red-light hair salon not far away.

The man in the hat grabbed a skewer of lamb, ate it in one bite, and downed a beer before laughing and saying, "If only I could be as carefree as the boss. What's so great about guarding this dilapidated bungalow? Does that old man think he can report us to the police? At most, he'll detain us for a day or two, but with a word from the leader, we'll be out."

Huang Mao shook his head and said, "Hey, of course a dilapidated house is useless and won't fetch a good price. The main thing is that I heard it's going to be demolished, and this piece of land will be worth a lot of money then."

The man with the buzz cut asked, "Will the old man die?"

"Don't worry, the weather in Huacheng right now won't freeze you to death."

"Isn't that the old man!"

The man in the hat pointed, and the two looked over, only to see two people walking towards them.

They weren't in a hurry to get up. The old man and a pale-faced man wearing sunglasses walked closer.

Lu Xun spoke first, asking, "There are four people, where's the last one?"

"Who do you think you are, wearing sunglasses at night, trying to impress me..."

Before the man in the hat could finish speaking, a pale hand pressed down on his left cheek, slamming him onto the table.

The man in the hat raised his hand to resist, but then the pale hand slashed across him with a snap. Just as the man in the hat was about to scream, a roasted corn was stuffed into his mouth, silencing his scream.

Enraged, the blond-haired man roared and swung his fist forward, yelling, "Your mother..."

boom.

The blond man's entire body floated up, then crashed heavily to the ground. A large foot wearing a canvas shoe stepped on the blond man's leg joint, causing his straight leg to collapse downwards, with both ends sticking up.

With another corncob stuffed into his mouth, Huang Mao fainted from the pain and lay on the ground.

The man with the buzz cut immediately knelt on the ground and cried, "It's not my fault, I'm new here."

Lu Xun didn't waste any words: "Where's the other person?"

The man with the buzz cut said, "He's our boss, he's in that red-light district of hair salons."

"Take me to him."

The man with the buzz cut nodded hurriedly.

Old Yu was completely dumbfounded. He now believed his boss was a devil; the terrifying and ruthless methods were pure violence, unbearable to watch, and his whole body trembled. It was a surge of adrenaline, an instinctive fear, his mind blank, utterly bewildered and at a loss.

The man with the buzz cut was so scared that he cried out, "My legs are weak."

Lu Xun grabbed the other person's shoulder and said, "You're very young."

The man with the buzz cut quickly said, "I'm dropping out of school."

"right here."

The man with the buzz cut pointed to the rotating gate with blue and red colored lights.

Upon seeing someone arrive at the door, one of the two young women sitting inside stood up, a cigarette dangling from her hand, and approached, sizing him up as she asked, "Handsome, would you like a hair wash?"

"Find someone."

Lu Xun looked at the crew-cut man.

The man with the buzz cut quickly introduced his sworn brother by his real name: "Zhu Hu".

"Call him out."

The heavily made-up girl, wearing denim shorts and a white T-shirt that revealed her white legs, rolled her eyes when she saw there were no customers. She turned around and called out, "Brother Tiger, someone's looking for you!"

"Who's blind to come looking for me at this time?"

A roar suddenly came from upstairs.

Lu Xun let go of his hand and said, "Let's go home."

The man with the buzz cut fled as if he were running away. After taking a few big steps, he bowed again before escaping into the brightly lit street.

(End of this chapter)