Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 20 Young Master Lin and Magistrate Zhu were burned to death!
Lin Jiang searched the yard and, relying on his memory, took out some wine from the backyard that hadn't been burned yet.

"What a waste of these jars of good wine."

Lin Jiang sighed, then poured the wine jar directly onto his head.

The liquor instantly flowed down his head, soaking his hair and clothes.

He tossed the jar aside and resolutely stepped into the nearby sea of ​​fire.

……

Outside the Lin family mansion, the guards brought by Zhu Mingyuan were all in a panic.

Although Zhu Mingyuan sent them away, how could they, as guards, allow their master to stay alone in the courtyard?
They found a closed shop nearby, woke up the shop owner, borrowed a few tables and chairs from the shop, and sat down to wait not far from the neighbor's house.

They weren't really worried.

After all, my husband is just going out for hot pot, what could possibly happen?

No sooner had they sat down than they saw a red light flashing in the direction of the Lin family mansion.

This was accompanied by a strong burnt smell.

This really surprised everyone.

Damn it! The Lin family mansion is on fire!

How could they dare to sit idly by? Some people hurriedly started building on the Lin family's house, while others began going door to door to find water.

We need to put out the fire!

A group of people hurried to the gate of the house, but they had no idea how long the fire had been burning.

The back gate of the Lin family mansion was wide open; it was unknown whether anyone inside had escaped.

A brave guard tried to rush in to save people, but before he could move, a human torch emerged from the burning mansion.

He screamed as he ran:

"Ahhh!"

This fiery figure was incredibly imposing and full of energy. If it weren't for the raging flames burning on his body, many people would probably mistake him for a madman running around aimlessly.

The retainers were startled by the burning figure and scattered. A few of them, with kind hearts, shouted a few words:

"Get down on the ground and roll, roll!"

But the fire-man seemed not to hear anything and ran straight south.

"I've heard that voice before..."

"It's Lin Jiang! It's Young Master Lin!"

"Ah! How did such a fine young master end up like this!"

Some people tried to arrest him, but were stopped by an old retainer.

"Don't bother catching him. I've seen people like that before. They look lively and energetic, but they're actually dead. Even if you put out the fire, he won't survive. He'll be covered in fire poison. At most, he'll collapse on the ground in a little while."

A group of people sighed with dismay as they watched Lin Jiang run down the street, further and further away, until he reached the end of the street, turned a corner, and disappeared from sight.

The old retainer who had just spoken wiped his forehead with his hand:

"Perhaps Young Master Lin has more energy and spirit than the average person."

The nearby residents also rushed over with buckets of water, pouring water into the house one bucket at a time. Finally, after half an hour, the fire inside the house was extinguished.

The guards hurriedly entered the house and began searching for Zhu Mingyuan's whereabouts.

After circling the mansion three times, I finally saw a pile of charred remains inside.

Only the part of the face with the cold poison remained intact, a large patch of red and white confirming its owner's identity.

The guards panicked immediately.

Is the master dead?

What to do!

The local residents who had been called to help put out the fire looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

The Lin family's misfortune was already heartbreaking, but unexpectedly, the rope broke at the thinnest point, and a fire burned the old house to almost nothing.

How many hardships this is in my life!

At that very moment, a man's questioning voice came from the outermost part of the crowd:
"What happened? What's going on?!"

The crowd parted, and Gongxuan poked his head out.

After dealing with the jar, Gongxuan took the corpse to Li Er, who immediately fainted from crying.

After briefly explaining Li Er's situation to the villagers and receiving a token fifty coins, Gongxuan hurriedly headed towards Baishan County.

But when they arrived, they found that it wasn't a complete Lin family mansion.

Instead, it was a handful of ashes after a fire.

Gong Xuan was dumbfounded.

What happened?
Several of Magistrate Zhu's bodyguards recognized the Taoist priest upon seeing Gong Xuan. They assumed he was Young Master Lin's bodyguard, and remembering their master's tragic death, they felt a sense of kinship.

"Your young master Lin, he was also burned to death."

Gong Xuan: "Huh?"

Lin Jiang, invulnerable to swords and spears...

He was burned to death? ...

The ginseng plant stopped the carriage, and the old horse began to graze by the tree in the moonlight.

She scrambled onto the train carriage and gazed at Baishan County in the distance.

There's a rosy spot in Baishan County, like the sun.

It was burning very brightly there.

It went out again not long after that.

Xiao Shanshen is a little worried.

Because Lin Jiang is still there.

Lin Jiang bought her books and clothes, and taught her what a chivalrous hero is.

Be a good person.

If a good person is in danger, a hero should go and save them.

She thought for a long time, then stuck the sticker on the foreheads of the two old horses:

"You wait here, I'll go help Lin Jiang."

Old Ma snorted unevenly, as if he understood what Little Ginseng had said.

Little Ginseng ran up to the carriage again and said to Lin Shengfeng through the curtain:

"Grandpa, I'm going to find your grandson."

"Guests...how could we trouble guests..."

Lin Shengfeng spoke very vaguely, it was hard to tell whether it was mumbling in his sleep or ramblings of a madman.

After making thorough preparations, Xiaoshan ginseng adjusted her belt and was about to run towards Baishan County when she suddenly saw a figure fall down.

Lin Jiang's clothes were almost completely burned off, leaving his upper body bare except for his underwear which covered his private parts. He was slightly tanned from the smoke, but his hairstyle was still intact.

It smells like wine.

"Ah! You're back!"

Little Ginseng was very happy.

"I am back."

Lin Jiang walked to the carriage, reached inside and took out a new set of clothes, then found a spot to change.

no way.

Aside from the alcohol, there wasn't even anything on his body that could be burned.

His skin won't burn, his hair won't burn, the only thing on his body that can burn is his clothes.

If you want to put on a show of "Young Master Lin being burned to death" in front of outsiders, you have no choice but to make do with these clothes.

After quickly changing his clothes, Lin Jiang leaned against the carriage and rested for a while.

The black-clad man who attacked him earlier was Magistrate Zhu's childhood friend. So, who is Magistrate Zhu's "beloved friend"?
Lin Jiang then realized that he had probably fallen into a whirlpool the moment he first opened his eyes.

It's probably not going to be easy for them to get out.

However, he could roughly deduce that Magistrate Zhu's "beloved relative" must have considerable background and power, otherwise he wouldn't be able to command Magistrate Zhu. But it didn't seem convenient for him to take action himself, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed Magistrate Zhu to sneak over here and make a move.

That's troublesome.

Let's go find Grandma first.

It's a pity that I originally wanted to take Gongxuan with me, but Gongxuan left before I could meet him.

But he couldn't leave any information for Gongxuan to follow him, so he could only look back at Baishan County in the distance, sit with Xiaoshan Shen in the driver's seat of the carriage, raise the reins, and drive away in the moonlight.

……

The next morning, there was much speculation in Baishan County.

Yesterday, the Lin family mansion caught fire, and most people in the county know about it.

Some of the people who helped put out the fire saw the magistrate's body parts on the ground. These people were all given a gag order by the yamen runners and dared not say a word.

All that is known is that a huge fire broke out in the county for no apparent reason, taking the lives of wealthy people.

Gong Xuan searched the vicinity for Lin Jiang's whereabouts, but unfortunately, he found nothing except a tire track.

He guessed that Lin Jiang was probably not dead and had likely managed to escape.

But since he couldn't find a wealthy person, he really had no other options.

They could only arrive at the Lin family mansion, which had been burned to ruins, early the next morning.

"Young Master Lin, I'm heading north now. If fate allows, we should meet again in the martial world!"

Gong Xuan cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the house.

Just then, he suddenly noticed a flower hanging from the branch of the jujube tree in the Lin family's courtyard that stretched out from the wall.

Of the few trees that survived yesterday's fire, this jujube tree was the only one that was spared. Perhaps the fire was too warm, causing the tree to mistakenly believe it had blossomed.

Gong Xuan chuckled silently.

He then lifted his Taoist robe and headed north.

(End of this chapter)