Headless Immortal

Chapter 124 Azure Water Golden Essence and the Little Demon

The old water ghost wasn't afraid of him and dared to come out of the reservoir to help him capture the escaped, thin, dark-skinned man and present him to him.

When you treat others with courtesy, you must ask for something.

Lu Xun waved to the crowd.

The crowd, kneeling on the ground and trembling, looked around.

The village head looked around, pointed to himself, and forced a wry smile, saying, "Me?"

The giant demon, sitting cross-legged on the ground, nodded slightly, his eyelids drooping slightly. With a flick of his enormous, winnowing hand, he tossed the headless, winged snake corpse over to the Living Buddha Lu Xun.

The elephant opened its mouth slightly, and its voice, as loud as a bell or a jar, as deep and resonant as a mountain, said: "Segment and cook!"

Lu Xun was indeed incredibly brave, and he completely defeated the winged serpent in a wrestling match. His only weakness was that he got hungry, and in just a short while, he felt his stomach rumbling. Fortunately, there was food nearby, but Lu Xun wasn't used to eating raw food, so he wanted the villagers to cook it for him.

The village headman quickly called over the able-bodied young men who were still intact to carry the snake carcass, and arranged for a few nimble men to fetch an iron pot and a cutting board.

"Get the bowl..."

Lu Xun stopped speaking as soon as he started, then slowly got up and walked to the man's side.

The man suppressed his groans. He had been struck by a flying rock whipped up by the winged serpent. Although he was not seriously injured, he was still suffering from physical pain. Seeing the giant turtle-like monster standing in front of him, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

The young men huddled together but dared not flee. Their eyes held unusual expressions: panic, astonishment, fear... and a hint of excitement, which was quickly masked by their own feelings.
Compared to the winged serpent, the current Peach Blossom Spring Living Buddha is even more terrifying; it is the innate fear of weak creatures towards powerful monsters.

Lu Xun extended his hand, making a loose clenching motion.

"Open your mouth."

The man paused for a moment, seemingly not understanding what the great demon meant.

"Open your mouth wide."

Until the great demon repeated it again.

The man then understood clearly. He dared not resist, and instead straightened his body with a tragic air, opening his mouth wide as if he were ready to die.

clack.

The blood, faintly glowing, was smeared on it.

"Drink it."

The blood had no fishy smell, but rather a slightly sweet taste. Before he could even swallow it, it slid into his stomach, and the wound immediately began to glow. The wound torn open by the flying stone slowly healed and quickly scabbed over.

The man stared blankly at everything before him. When the pain subsided, he hurriedly checked his injuries.

Following the principle of not wasting anything, Lu Xun distributed the precious blood that had flowed out to the young and strong people affected by the aftermath of the battle, smearing the precious blood on each of them.

The young men's faces lit up, all their previous fear vanished, replaced by surprise and excitement. They knelt down in gratitude, addressing him as "Master."

They clearly regarded Lu Xun as the benefactor of this place.

Lu Xun knew that demonic beings were terrifying, but he didn't expect that the one suppressing this place was not a small demon.

Although the winged serpent could not speak human language, its overall strength was not weak. Even the Five Tong Mountain Lord, whose five spells were enhanced to a superb level, could not hold it back. In desperation, he could only summon the Living Buddha.

Living Buddha Lu Xun glanced sideways at the water ghost that wasn't moving and the tall, thin, dark-skinned man lying on the ground with his limbs bent backwards.

"Is something wrong?"

The water ghost approached, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Reporting to the esteemed sir, my name is Shen Huo, originally from Meng County. I fell into the water here and have been here for nearly twenty years. I only hope that the esteemed sir can retrieve my remains and send me back to my hometown. I have no generous reward, only some loose silver. There is also a piece of fine iron at the bottom of the reservoir that can be used to forge weapons, which I am willing to offer to the esteemed sir."

Lu Xun hesitated for a moment. Under normal circumstances, he would have been willing to help, since it was his old profession. However, he was now burdened with considerable responsibility and had to continue his journey north to delve into the root causes of the drought. Therefore, he hesitated and declined, saying, "I have to go north, so I'm afraid I can't help you."

The water ghost suppressed his joy and said, "Meng County is just to the north."

Seeing that the Living Buddha Lu Xun hesitated, the water ghost immediately plunged into the reservoir.

thump.

Bubbling, a series of bubbles rose to the surface.

Shen Huo quickly swam underwater, and when he surfaced again, he had a box in his hand. He walked onto the surface, opened the box, and it immediately emitted a faint green light.

It is about one foot long and resembles a piece of iron ore, or a naturally formed short sword.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of Living Buddha Lu Xun. When he saw the piece of refined iron, the turtle-shaped hair on his forehead twitched, indicating that it was indeed a treasure.

Then Shen Huo continued, "My remains have long since rotted away; now there's just a jar left, which is extremely convenient for the journey."

"It's only 200 li to the north to Meng County, not far at all."

"It was thanks to this treasure that I was able to solidify my ghost form."

“Years ago, a Taoist priest took a liking to it, saying it was the embryo for making a flying sword, and was willing to pay a high price to buy it, but I did not sell it.” Shen Huo said a lot in a row, as if afraid that Lu Xun would disagree, and deliberately pointed out the value of the iron essence.

Lu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Since someone else has discovered it, why should I have it?"

So many years have passed, it would be easy for Shen Huo to find someone to transport the remains, so why did he have to ask Lu Xun to do it, and even offer up his most precious possessions?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Shen Huo sighed, “My family is quite wealthy, so I don’t need to worry. But now, with this unusual drought and the uprising of bandits, I’m in a hurry to return home.”

Lu Xun immediately understood. It must be someone who knew the inside story. He transformed into a pale-faced scholar with bloodshot eyes, walked up to the tall, thin man, squatted down, and asked, "Who sent you here? And what about that winged snake?"

Despite having his limbs severed, the dark-skinned, thin man in tattered armor still raised his head, his green eyes fixed on the scholar. This scholar was a strange cultivator, perhaps an old monster from some mountain.

However, he still insisted: "Jing Shilang's uprising in Zhangzhou, Jiangbei, is a great thing. We, the weak and insignificant people, can also obtain the means of the officials. From now on, we will never go hungry or cold again."

Lu Xun frowned, reached out and pried open the lips of the tall, thin man, revealing sharp fangs.

The man continued, "Ever since I refined the blessing from above, I no longer need to eat anything; I can survive by drinking blood."

"This...it looks a bit like...a zombie." Lu Xun was still confused.

Most zombies recorded in the modern world are stiff-bodied, mindless, and walk with a hopping gait. This one in front of me is not only not stiff, but also incredibly strong, with skin and flesh like iron. Apart from that, he is no different from an ordinary martial artist.

"The court is tyrannical, tyrannical and extortionate, selecting young and strong men to attack the Yu Kingdom, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. The emperor is debauched, selecting beautiful women from all over the land to fill his harem..."

The dark-skinned, thin man said a lot, but he found that the pale-faced scholar seemed not to be listening at all, his attention was always on the changes in him.

The dark-skinned, thin man roared, "If you're so powerful, why are you helping corrupt officials kill our righteous army!"

Lu Xun paused in his actions, shifted his bloodshot eyes to stare at the dark-skinned, thin man, and said indifferently, "You dare to call yourselves the righteous army?"

Given the ruthless eating habits of those bandits and robbers, and the fact that the short, fat man demands wine and meat and requires farmers and village girls to accompany him, how could such a person be recruited into the rebel army?
If they praise them, they're called a righteous army; if they don't, they're just rebellious bandits.

Lu Xun ignored what the black-clad man said.

He will not become a scholar-official.

From the very beginning, Lu Xun sentenced this rebel army that took advantage of the chaos to its death.

Because these rebels don't eat grain, they drink blood.

Perhaps at first they can resist drinking only beast blood, but once they drink human blood, they will definitely not obediently go back to drinking beast blood, and the problems that will erupt will only be more serious.

If these things were to establish a country, they would openly and brazenly eat people.

"Tell me, how did you become like this? Who is Jing Shilang? Why is the drought so severe? Is there only one 'Ming She' or many? Is it caused by humans or by demons?"

Lu Xun glanced at the sky. He was not very patient and did not want to listen to the gruff man's rambling.

The burly man shook his head and remained silent. He was really talking to a brick wall. This pale-faced scholar was probably a lackey of the imperial court and had been brainwashed too much.

Lu Xun said, "What I admire most is a tough guy. Bring me a knife."

He waved to the village head who brought over the pots and pans.

The village head handed over a rough iron kitchen knife.

Lu Xun stroked the other person's fingers, broke off one, and chopped it off with a knife.

The burly man howled in pain. Blood splattered on the pale-faced scholar's mask-like face, but he didn't even blink. Silently, he broke off another finger and chopped it down again, saying, "After I've cut off your fingers, I can cut off your toes. When you're almost dead, I'll extract your soul. You don't understand, the human soul is very resilient. Even if you're disemboweled..."

Lu Xun paused in his frightened voice. He really didn't know the magic of Lushan Dao. He slapped his forehead and said, "How could I forget this skill? It's just as good as magic."

He stood up as he spoke.

They had already started a fire and were dividing up the snake carcass when he carried the black-clad man toward the reservoir hut.

This place was originally a temporary residence for the reservoir guards, but it was later occupied by two people.

boom.

The door closes.

Shen Shuigui wasn't annoyed. He was now more eager than Lu Xun to get information about Meng County, lest it have already been captured by the rebel army.

The old village chief was helped up by the young men, and the village head approached and asked, "Village chief, what should we do now?"

Although most people drank the precious blood to heal their injuries, their fear of Lu Xun remained, with only a little joy and gratitude at most. However, the scholar's expressionless execution just now made them tremble, so they gathered around the village chief in fear.

The village chief said, "Cook the snake meat first."

Who would have thought that Da Feng had also invited back a monster? Fortunately, the great monster didn't seem to have the habit of eating people, and even had some compassion like a bodhisattva.

……

Head transplant.

The pale-faced scholar transformed into an old man with sunken eyes.

The old man picked up the kitchen knife, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed, becoming sinister. He said in a hoarse voice, "Professional matters should be left to professionals."

Executioner Song Zhan had little talent in combat, but he was an expert in physical torture, and there was probably no one in the entire Jiujiang who could surpass him.

They grabbed a rope and hung the dark-skinned man up.

Lu Xun frowned as he stared at the kitchen knife in his hand. It felt a little awkward to use, but it didn't really matter.

The black man didn't know why he felt a chill run down his spine, and he instinctively tensed his magic to protect his body.

Break the law!

The burly man was horrified; the vital energy flowing through his veins seemed to dry up instantly.

Seeing that nothing was happening, the village chief said, "Dafeng, go and see if the great scholar needs anything?"

"Ah I?"

Da Feng reluctantly made his way to the small house, taking three steps at a time.

Knocked on the door.

He asked nervously, "Sir, the village chief asked me to come and see if there's anything I can do to help." The door wasn't locked, and after he knocked a few times, it slowly opened, and then his eyes widened.

Ah!
Screams erupted from above.

Da Feng was so frightened that he took two steps back and tripped over the threshold. He then scrambled and crawled toward the dam, but suddenly lay down on the reservoir halfway there.

"vomit!"

He vomited violently until he dry heaved, his legs trembling. He would probably never forget that experience for the rest of his life.

The screams from inside the hut were neither fish nor fowl, but utterly chilling. Da Feng couldn't imagine anyone who could withstand such torture. Although that fellow wasn't a good person, he was certainly a tough guy, and he only confessed now.

The burly man shouted, "Give him a quick death, and he'll confess everything!"

Jing Shilang's name.

He didn't know why he had become like this, or how many more such large formations there were, but he knew of at least three or four more.

He became like this because he refined the blessing bestowed by the heavens.

In the beginning, the Jing Shi Army wasn't called an army, it was called an association, and it developed gradually.

Half of Zhangzhou has already fallen into the hands of the Jingshi Army. They took advantage of the natural disaster to cover up the situation, so they have not yet attracted the attention of the imperial court.

Jiujiang Prefecture was unaware of the situation in Zhangzhou and would not send troops.

The strategist said that once Jing Shilang comes out of the pass, taking Zhangzhou will be a piece of cake.

He knew nothing more, he only wished for a quick death.

Lu Xun beheaded the black-clad man with a single stroke.

The chilling sound stopped abruptly.

Holding the black man's head, black smoke billowed out in front of them.

[The skull of Jing Shijun's walking corpse 'Wang Qiliu']

Type: 蠃 (氓—尸)

Quality: Normal

Spell: Ma Family Spear Technique

Corpse transformation
Commentary: Through the secret techniques of hygiene and the wonderful methods of soothing the mind, the corpse rises from the dry land, fearless of cold and heat, impervious to water and fire, and walks like a human.

Let's get it over with quickly!

"Jingshi Army".

As Lu Xun looked at the description of the head, he suddenly remembered the tiger head he had once obtained.

The record states that it is the "head of the rampant tiger of Jingshi Army".

That day, during the battle with the river bandits on the Xunyang River, he killed Changhu to protect everyone. He wanted to continue the pursuit but was stopped by Dazui.

"I never expected that we would run into each other on such a small road."

Lu Xun sneered. He still remembered being injured by the tiger. If he hadn't run fast, he would have become a snack. Now that he thought about it, the Jing Shi Society would have already taken action, either recruiting river bandits or instigating uprisings everywhere.

He immediately looked at the winged serpent's head.

[The Skull of Jing Shih-Chun's 'Ming Snake']

Type: Scaled (Monster - Snake)

Quality: Rare

Spell: Fire Breath

Gale
Panming
gliding
The commentary states: Three hundred li to the west is Mount Xian, rich in gold and jade, but barren of vegetation. The Xian River originates there and flows north into the Yi River. Many serpents dwell there, resembling snakes with four wings, their sound like a chime. Their appearance foretells a great drought in the region.

[Livable Place]

Such a huge creature can't really fly; at most, it can glide a short distance.

Lu Xun sighed. He wished he had a flying head, so he could save himself the trouble of traveling.

Stepping out of the small house, the stewed snake meat over a roaring fire showed initial results.

Lu Xun, who was approaching, originally intended to find someone to pass on a message to Gao Qingzhi of Zhang County.

Unexpectedly, a shadow fell from the sky.

The enormous wings slowly folded, and the entire black shadow practically rolled on the ground, transforming into a winged monster with an eagle's head and a human body, kneeling on one knee: "Toothless, greetings to the Great King."

Lu Xun was overjoyed.

He thought all the little monsters he had chosen had run away.

"How did you come."

(End of this chapter)