Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 19 Mind Your Own Business?
"Where did you get your skills from?"

Zhu Mingyuan was still burning up. The hot water from the pot was poured all over him, making his skin red and burning. He gritted his teeth and endured it, his eyes red.

But he doesn't understand!

Isn't this young master of the Lin family a complete idiot?

Having lived in the county for twenty years, Zhu Mingyuan had paid more or less attention to the affairs of these wealthy families. The old master of the Shen family had gone insane because of his promiscuity, and the young master of the Lin family was refined and gentle, but his family did not want him to learn the skills of fighting with others. All of this was recorded in black and white. Why did he receive such a big surprise today?
Lin Jiang blinked and kicked again.

This time, Zhu Mingyuan was lying on the ground, and Lin Jiang was stomping on him from top to bottom.

A gust of wind swept up, and Zhu Mingyuan turned pale with fright. He rolled to the side to avoid Lin Jiang's kick.

The bluestone slab that Lin Jiang stomped on cracked open, and the flying stone chips scraped Zhu Mingyuan's face, causing him excruciating pain.

Looking at the bluestone slabs again, Zhu Mingyuan's head was about to explode!
In the martial arts world, there are those who specialize in leg training, mastering the art of crushing weights. With proper breath control, they can shatter the stone slabs on the ground with a single horse stance.

But to crush a stone, you need to have the right posture and move in a wide, sweeping motion.

Where was Lin Jiang putting on airs just now?
Ming stomped down with all his might!
Aren't your legs numb?
That kind of force is something even someone with thirty years of experience couldn't achieve!
"Where did you get your skills? What kind of expertise did you acquire? Where did you learn them?"

Zhu Mingyuan was still unwilling to give up, so he opened his mouth again and spat at Lin Jiang.

Its saliva was completely transparent, but turned red when it encountered the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into fire, continuing to burn towards Lin Jiang.

How disgusting!

Lin Jiang felt that Magistrate Zhu was spitting on people and lacked manners, so he decided to teach Magistrate Zhu a lesson.

So he kicked the stone slab that he had just cracked, and the flying pebbles shot directly towards Zhu Mingyuan.

The stones pierced through the flames, creating several holes in the raging fire.

Zhu Mingyuan hurriedly dodged, but was still hit in the left arm and right leg. Two flowers of blood burst on his body, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

"I started practicing horse stance while I was still in my mother's womb, so my skills are naturally high."

Lin Jiang continued charging towards Zhu Mingyuan while shouting, swinging his fists wildly at Zhu Mingyuan.

Zhu Mingyuan had a really tough time hiding!
He could tell that Lin Jiang's punches were completely haphazard.

He could also tell that Lin Jiang had never practiced any martial arts or skills.

but!

too fast!
No way can the wind whipped up by a wild, unruly punch hurt someone's face!
Lin Jiang caught up with Zhu Mingyuan again and swung the ball back at his leg.

Zhu Mingyuan hurriedly tried to dodge, but Lin Jiang was even faster.

Even with all their might to dodge, they couldn't completely avoid it.

Zhu Mingyuan screamed in agony, tumbling backward several times before finally stopping and looking down at his thigh, only to discover that a chunk of flesh had been torn off!

"I even had a dream where an old immortal guided me through a hundred years of cultivation. You, a mere mortal, dare to challenge me?"

Lin Jiang shouted again.

His words left Zhu Mingyuan in a state of turmoil.

Meditation in the womb?
A deity in a dream?
"Bullshit! I'd believe you even if you said you took some kind of superpower pill! A god who can conjure up an egg in his dreams!"

In the short time it took to utter that curse, Lin Jiang darted directly to Zhu Mingyuan's side.

"Then why are you asking so many questions? What I do with my abilities is none of your business!"

Lin Jiang had cornered Zhu Mingyuan against the courtyard wall, and then suddenly punched him.

The speed was too fast, the space was too small, and there was no way to avoid it.

Zhu Mingyuan closed his eyes in fear.

However, he only heard the sound of the bluestone cracking, which came from beside his ear, but he did not feel any pain.

When he opened his eyes, he found Lin Jiang's fist stuck in a stone wall. He didn't kill him.

However, this also blocked all of Zhu Mingyuan's escape routes.

Why did you do this? What do you know?

Lin Jiang asked in a cold voice.

The last assassin didn't hold back and was killed instantly, so we can't let Zhu Mingyuan get away so easily.

We have to get something out of him no matter what!
"I... came by myself."

Zhu Mingyuan's eyes drifted to the side.

Lin Jiang kicked him in the shinbone.

"Ugh!"

A piercing pain shot through me, and when I looked at my shinbone, it was bent at an odd angle.

“You’re lying.” Lin Jiang pointed to the house that was still burning behind them: “You burned down my house, so you shouldn’t be lying.”

What kind of logic is that?

Seeing Lin Jiang's gaze already drifting towards his second leg, Zhu Mingyuan could only grit his teeth. "I am..."

The moment those two words were uttered, Zhu Mingyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He seemed to have been choked, and spat out two words: "You actually!"

Lin Jiang felt the temperature around him was dropping.

From the red spot on Zhu Mingyuan's face, a white frost spread rapidly outwards, from his face to his nose, from his nose to his mouth, and then to his neck, hands, and feet.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Mingyuan was frozen solid into a block of ice sculpture!

Lin Jiang was startled and subconsciously took two steps back.

A gust of hot wind blew through the courtyard, and Zhu Mingyuan's body fell to the ground at an angle, smashing into pieces!

This?
Lin Jiang could sense it.

It seems Zhu Mingyuan was about to say something, but just as he was about to speak, a sudden chill appeared out of nowhere and took his life.

How can you not see that?

Someone has planted an insurance hook on Zhu Mingyuan!

Who exactly is targeting the Lin family?
What exactly did the old man produce?
Hearing the crackling sound of flames scorching the house from behind, Lin Jiang came to his senses and looked at the house again, only to find that the fire had already spread.

There's no way to turn it off.

He was anxious and wanted to go in to find the old man and Xiaoshan Shen. He soon found the old man not far away, bent over, as if being led by something.

When he got to Lin Jiang, he noticed that a small ginseng was holding the old man's finger.

The leaves on the ginseng root stand were slightly scorched. She reached out and flicked them a couple of times, then put her hands on her hips:

"The hero has rescued Grandpa!"

Lin Jiang's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach.

"Thank you, Master Xie."

"You're welcome!" Little Ginseng waved his hand, then looked at the house with some worry: "What should we do? Find water?"

"No need."

Lin Jiang grabbed a cloth bag, wrapped Zhu Mingyuan's mangled body inside, and then threw it into the fire.

"Let's take a horse-drawn carriage and go straight there."

When they arrived at the backyard, which had not yet been ignited by the fire, the two old horses in the yard were clearly a little uneasy, fidgeting and pawing restlessly.

He quickly untied the reins, fastened them to the carriage, and helped the old man up. After thinking for a moment, he called out to Xiao Shanshen:

"You drive."

He's too big and too conspicuous. If he's discovered on the road, it will be "Young Master Lin killed Magistrate Zhu and is on the run!"

and……

There are a few things he wants to try.

Xiao Shanshen was clearly a little nervous; she had never driven a car before.

“The hero is not afraid.” Lin Jiang helped Xiao Shanshen into the driver’s seat. “You head south. There’s a tree outside the southernmost county. Go there and wait for me.”

"then you……"

"I'll follow them in a bit."

Little Ginseng had no idea what Lin Jiang was planning, so he could only drive the carriage out the back door.

The old man poked his head out to look at Lin Jiang, who remained in the house, and the burning mansion behind him. Tears welled up in his cloudy eyes, but he said nothing and simply sat back down in the carriage.

As the car drove out the back door, Lin Jiang turned to look at the mansion that was twisting and deforming amidst the flames.

He approached the house cautiously.

It's not hot.

Then he slowly put his hand into the flames.

no feelings.

I took it out and glanced at it.

There were no signs of burns.

Sure enough, it was impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire.

When the house caught fire, Lin Jiang didn't feel the heat, and when Zhu Mingyuan died, he didn't feel the cold. He guessed that he probably had that kind of ability.

In this case……

He has a way to get away.

(End of this chapter)