Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 221 Yana

Chapter 221 Yana
The wind whips up yellow sand, towering cliffs partially obscure the sky, and in the distance, the rising sun pierces the sky, scattering a few translucent rays of light that fall into the valley and illuminate the nearby caves.

The sounds of fighting had faded from Lin Jiang's ears, but he could still smell the strong scent of blood coming from behind the crevices in the valley.

What happened outside the valley?
Curiosity welled up in his heart.

Thinking that he could borrow a coffin to return to Qingniwa at any time and that it would be fine to go out, he followed the only path out of the valley.

He walked along the narrow path to the end of the mountain wall and stepped out of the cave.

As soon as my front foot touched the ground, I felt a strange sticky, twisting sensation under my feet.

Looking down, the ground nearby was soaked with blood, patches of red seeping into the soil and turning into scarlet puddles.

The surrounding area was filled with corpses, piled up layer upon layer, some pressed together and stacked on top of each other, while others were still fighting each other in their dying moments.

These corpses were wearing armor that Lin Jiang had never seen before, mostly made of cloth and rattan, and many even had only leather armor slung across their chests and shoulders, leaving the rest of their bodies bare.

Because of the lack of protection, the soldiers' exposed skin was covered in wounds, and blood gushed out, staining the ground.

There are no living people left here.

There weren't too many corpses, and Lin Jiang didn't see the main force that had retreated.

It is likely that the two groups clashed here, resulting in mutual destruction.

Seeing that there were no living people around, there was no point in staying here any longer.

We will study the fog-shrouded garden again before dawn. If we cannot make use of it, we will return to Qingniwa.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a strange noise behind me.

Lin Jiang subconsciously turned around and saw a man wearing thin armor standing up from the pile of dead bodies.

The man swayed unsteadily, his eyes were unusually empty, and the excessively bent long knife in his hand was stained with blood.

Their eyes were locked.

Lin Jiang could see clearly that this person was a dead man, showing no signs of life whatsoever.

However, an inexplicable force supported the corpse, keeping it upright.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a thick aura of malevolence, as if he had lost his normal judgment. He could only stagger toward Lin Jiang and slowly raise his long knife.

Lin Jiang caught a glimpse of the sticky blood and grime-like fragments on the blade.

He's wearing ordinary clothes now, so if he were to get slashed, he'd definitely be covered in blood.

As the long sword slashed down, Lin Jiang nimbly retreated, and the man, losing his balance, fell heavily to the ground.

It struggled on the ground for a couple of moments, then fell silent.

Lin Jiang stared at the other person again.

died.

He just died.

It's unclear what exactly made him stand up again.

Just then, using his observation skills, Lin Jiang noticed a faint wisp of life energy lingering in the direction the man had come from. It was so faint and weak that it seemed as if it would vanish at any moment.

There are still people alive?

The area had been fought to such an extent that Lin Jiang originally thought most of the people were dead, but he didn't expect there to be one survivor.

He hurried forward, taking two steps at a time, and saw several corpses piled up on top of each other, with something seemingly buried at the bottom.

Lin Jiang waved his hand, sweeping away the corpses.

His gaze fell upon the scene, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

Beneath the pile of corpses lay a child of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in similar clothes to those around him, with slightly brownish skin and shoulder-length hair.

It's a girl.

Lin Jiang could clearly see a deep knife wound on her back, revealing bones and internal organs, the wound obscured by mud and blood.

Under normal circumstances, even with timely medical attention, such injuries are unlikely to be fatal, as severe internal bleeding can be fatal quickly; even if the person survives, the infection from the mud is extremely dangerous.

Lin Jiang was unsure whether his method would work.

The main reason Han Wangzhi was saved was that his head hadn't been off for very long. Even so, after his head was reattached, Han Wangzhi still suffered some serious "hidden injuries."

Even if the girl's condition could be cured, Lin Jiang was unsure whether it would leave her with serious complications.

I'll just have to try adding more vital energy then.

He squatted down, placed one hand on the girl's pulse and slowly infused her with vital energy, while using the other hand to clean away all the bone fragments and dirt from her internal organs.

After cleaning up, Lin Jiang gently blew on the girl in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the girl's wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The missing flesh in her internal organs slowly grew back, and the wounds on her back healed rapidly.

A few moments later, only a knife wound remained on her back.

Her breathing also calmed down noticeably, and the vital energy in her body stabilized.

The little girl slowly opened her eyes, propped herself up with one arm, and looked up at Lin Jiang.

At this moment, the rising sun in the distance slowly climbed up the hillside, its orange-yellow rays scattering across the desolate plain, and the corpses that swept past landed on the girl.

Half of her body was glowing, yet stained with someone's blood, while the other half remained shrouded in darkness, with flesh clinging to it.

The girl slowly opened her mouth, making some strange sounds from her throat.

Lin Jiang couldn't understand.

This is not Daxing's language.

The girl seemed to immediately realize something was wrong. She paused slightly and then said again:
"Are you Anwadoni?"

This is the language of Daxing, but the intonation is strange, and the speech is stuttering.

Lin Jiang couldn't understand any of the specific terms used, so he could only ask:

What are you talking about?

"The ruler of disease and flowers." The girl adjusted her posture; she had been leaning against the ground, but now she knelt. Her knees sank deep into the muddy, blood-soaked puddle. She clasped her hands in reverence, gazing at Lin Jiang's face, half-illuminated by the rising sun.

"My Lord, we have been searching for you for so long, please save us."

……

Lin Jiang put the little girl aside, took out some water from his Qiankun bag, and used his summer energy to heat the water to a warm temperature. He then used his summer energy to wash the girl's hair and face, and then used his summer energy to dry the water that was stuck to her.

While he was doing these things, the little girl also recounted her entire experience in a long, drawn-out manner:
“My name is Yana, and our country is called Anash. It is a place where milk and gold flow. It is a very rich place, very good. But because there is too much milk, it has attracted a group of barbarians from the side. They want to conquer our country and take away all the milk and gold.”

She was clearly not very good at Daxing dialect; she spoke haltingly and her vocabulary was obviously insufficient, so she could only use simple words and sentences to describe what she had experienced.

The girl couldn't help coughing as she said this.

It's clear that her health isn't very good.

“I’ve been to this area before. I’ve heard that there’s a very powerful ruler here, a man from Daxing. This ruler controls flowers and diseases. The king sent me here to find you and to take you to save our country.”

“I’m not some kind of ruler,” Lin Jiang shook his head. “So I can’t help you.”

This sounds like a troublesome matter.

When two countries are fighting, even small countries can get caught up in it and can't extricate themselves in a short time.

not to mention……

Although the girl said she wanted him to save them, national war and fighting bandits are different.

It has nothing to do with justice, nor is there any narrow sense of justice; it is simply a matter of standing on the side of two countries.

Lin Jiang would kill the bandits, but he didn't want to get involved in the war.

Before leaving that night, he hurriedly left a letter for Gongxuan, telling him that he would return to the capital in about half a month, and that half a month would definitely not be enough time if he was delayed between the two countries.

Upon hearing this, the girl who called herself Yana panicked. Forgetting about wiping the blood off her body, she knelt down in front of Lin Jiang with a thud.

“You are from Daxing, you are the ruler, you must help us. We have gold here, lots of gold, and we have large creatures that can help you transport the gold to Daxing, then all the gold will be yours.”

"I'm not that short of gold. And I don't have the same abilities as that so-called ruler you mentioned. Even if I were to go, I wouldn't be able to help much with this kind of thing."

Actually, they are quite short of them, but Lin Jiang doesn't want to get involved in this matter.

Upon hearing this, Yana lowered her head in a daze.

She seemed to have lost her way and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I...I plan to continue searching here."

"What if you can't find it?"

"Then keep looking."

You definitely won't find it; the person you're looking for is already dead.

After saying this, Yana suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Jiang, somewhat hesitant:

"You saved me, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I was about to die?"

"should."

“Then my life belongs to you.” Yana was distressed. “We belong to the king from birth, but now that you have saved us, our lives belong to you. Logically, I should follow you and serve you. But I have not yet fulfilled the king’s command.”

Lin Jiang stared at Yana.

As can be seen from the observation, this is the truth.

It didn't sound like flattery or acting; it was a genuine belief.

Lin Jiang seemed to see some believers offering incense, who stubbornly believed that the gods could help them accomplish everything.

But this girl was clearly more stubborn.

"I don't want your life; your life is useless to me."

"But……"

"If I tell you to go back obediently, will you listen?"

Yana fell silent.

Lin Jiang felt a little helpless.

He thought for a moment and decided that it would be best to leave the girl some food and drink and let her go home on her own.

But at that very moment, Liu Fangyue's voice rang out in Lin Jiangdao's mind: