Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 23 Senior! Senior!
Lin Jiang stared at the coffin, unsure of what to say.

This coffin looks quite large, but it can probably only fit one person in at most.

How cramped would it be if there were five people?
Lin Jiang did not answer the other party. After the man in the coffin called out a few more times, his voice became more sorrowful.

"I clearly heard a sound... I clearly heard a sound..."

The other person's voice was filled with despair, as if hope was right in front of them, yet they couldn't grasp it no matter what.

Lin Jiang thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked into the coffin:
"who are you?"

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's voice, the sounds from inside the coffin ceased for a moment, then erupted in joyful cheers:
"Someone's there! There really is someone!"
"Great hero! We are from the Forging Bureau of the capital. We have been trapped in this underground palace for a long time. We beg you to find a way to move this boulder and save our lives!"

Underground palace?

A giant rock?

Lin Jiang frowned as he looked at the coffin lid in front of him, his thoughts racing.

It's definitely a coffin, but the person inside might not actually be here.

"Where exactly are you? What's your location?"

"what?"

“I wasn’t near any boulder; I heard your voice through other means.”

"Other means..."

The person in the coffin was puzzled. There were indeed methods like having super hearing in the martial arts world, but shouldn't such methods help them find their place?

But now this unknown person outside had become his last lifeline, so he could only hurriedly say:
"Qingniwa in the north, after leaving the capital, head northeast, pass Beishan Pass, and you will find it when you see the sea."

Sure enough, the coffin was probably just a communication device.

Lin Jiang thought about his route.

Baishan County is located south of Beijing, and he plans to continue south, which is completely opposite to Qingniwa.

The man grew anxious when he realized Lin Jiang hadn't moved.

"Senior! Please save us! The Casting Department is skilled at creating wondrous treasures. I have some influence within the department. If you can save us, I am willing to give you a high-level treasure as a token of my gratitude."

Lin Jiang felt helpless.

It's not that he doesn't want this high-level magic weapon, it's just that he really can't save them now.

And even if he himself went there and actually rescued the person, how would he explain it?

There's nothing I can do to help.

The person inside the coffin gradually panicked:

“Senior, if you don’t care for this treasure, I’ll give you gold and silver. If you consider gold and silver worthless, I’ll help you find a beautiful woman, cultivation techniques, land, and mansions. As long as you can save us, I’ll give you everything I can…”

At this point, she even burst into tears.

They had clearly been trapped for a long time and were starting to feel the strain on their mental system.

"Ugh."

Lin Jiang sighed softly:
"Forget about gold and silver jewelry; it's not convenient for me to go there in person."

The man in the coffin felt his morale plummet instantly, but Lin Jiang's words invigorated him once more:

"But I can call someone else for you."

"really!"

"Really? Who do you think I should call? The Capital Casting Bureau?"

"Yes! The Mind Casting Division... No, no! It's not the Mind Casting Division!"

The man changed his mind halfway through what he was saying.

"Aren't you from the Casting Division? Why can't you go to them?"

“There might be someone in the Casting Department who wants me to stay trapped down there forever. I don’t know, and I’m not sure. I don’t dare to gamble. If someone who doesn’t want me to survive gets involved in this, they don’t have to do anything. They just have to go through the process a couple more times, and they could be in jail in a few months.”

"Then who do you think I should give it to?" Lin Jiang asked again.

"Beizhen, Beizhen Chang Suanzi, you can find Beizhen if you go east from Qingniwa. Chang Suanzi is my friend, my best friend. He can definitely save me."

"Okay, I'll find a way to send the letter to Chang Suanzi. Tell me the exact location." Lin Jiang thought for a moment, "But I don't want to write my name. Who should I write as the sender?"

“The tin-faced guy from Beijing, he knows who wrote this.”

"it is good."

The man in the coffin thanked Lin Jiang profusely and then quickly told him his location. Lin Jiang noted it down and promised to save him.

"If I ever see the light of day again, I will surely leave a generous gift for you, senior." The man in the coffin spoke earnestly, "But I don't know how I can contact you, senior?"

Thinking about this, Lin Jiang became quite curious.

This is my own little world of introspection. How did he manage to contact me?

"Is there any treasure in that underground palace you're in?" "Senior wants treasure? No, no, I mean, is there any treasure nearby that can help me contact you?"

Lin Jiang felt that this person's mouth was faster than his brain. He would always say something first, and then immediately realize that what he said was wrong.

"Look around the neighborhood and see if there's any treasure, preferably something that looks like a coffin, something that looks like a coffin..." Lin Jiang wasn't sure either.

The sound of the coffin paused briefly, presumably as the other party searched for treasure. Then, the man's voice rang out again:

"Yes, there really is. There's a coffin next to it. I leaned against it before."

"Then you can lean against the coffin more often. If you survive, you might be able to get in touch again in the future."

"If I can survive, we can all survive."

As the words were spoken, the coffin hanging from the tree slowly fell silent, no longer making a sound or any movement.

Lin Jiang reached out and knocked on the coffin in front of him.

"Are you there?"

There's no response; it looks like the connection has been lost.

The surroundings quieted down, and Lin Jiang began to think about what had just happened.

First, there's this tree.

The coffin above has become connected to some treasures in reality, and can be used to connect with Lin Jiang.

There were eighteen coffins hanging on the tree; who knows, there might be eighteen coffins all over the country.

This was indeed a very useful tool for Lin Jiang. As long as he found the right method, he could make conversations with people from a distance and complete some information transmissions without being seen.

Unfortunately, he still has no clue. If I want to investigate this matter, I have to go to the north to find the underground palace that sealed that old man's place.

There's definitely no time right now.

Secondly, what is the relationship between the palace in my sea of ​​consciousness and this place?

I've thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure it out, so I'll stop thinking about it for now.

Let's get to Chongqing first and then talk about it.

……

Nothing happened for the next three days.

He remembered that when he traveled along this road before, this area was a hotspot for bandits. You could occasionally see heads in the woods, and there were also quite a few guys running out shouting their names. If the stuntmen escorting him hadn't been reliable, there would have been a lot of fighting and killing along the way.

I was lucky; I didn't run into any of them.

We just went straight through this most dangerous road.

Continuing on, you'll find a small town called Sanxing. In the beginning, there were only three villages here, with the surnames Wang, Li, and Zhang. As the three villages grew, some people intermarried, and some fought. The wasteland in between became smaller and smaller. When the bluestone slabs connected the roads between the villages, it became a town.

Sanxing was originally called Sanxing (Three Surnames).

This town is located between several areas. It is nominally under the jurisdiction of Yu Township, but in reality, it is not really managed. It relies entirely on the self-discipline of a few wealthy families in the town. Because it is located along the official road, its business is quite prosperous.

This is a good place to rest and replenish our food.

After glancing at the distance and time, Lin Jiang estimated that it would take another whole day to get to Sanxing. Since the weather was nice today, he decided to slow down and take a look at the green forest and mountain scenery on the side.

The further south you go, the warmer it gets, and the more trees with tender green branches appear. The trees are in full bloom, and the branches are laden with fruit. The mountains on both sides wind upwards, with jagged rocks and a path leading to the sky.

Occasionally, clouds drift across the mountain peaks, sometimes parted, sometimes cascading down like waterfalls—a rare and wondrous sight.

Since arriving in this world, Lin Jiang hasn't felt any benefits all day long. The only enjoyment he can feel is when he eats and drinks while cultivating and appreciating food.

Looking at the scenery again, Lin Jiang suddenly realized that the blue line on the horizon was a rare and beautiful sight.

Beyond the mountains lies a shallow river, where some white birds stand on one leg, catching fish with their beaks.

As they crossed the river, the ripples on the water startled the birds, but the birds were reluctant to leave, so they circled the carriage, their silhouettes against the deep blue sky.

It's cloudy today.

Scattered sunlight fell on the lake's surface, making it shimmer.

This scene offers a wide and expansive view.

Lin Jiang was in high spirits and wanted to sing a song, but he realized that he had already swallowed all the words he had learned in school. By the end, all that was left was a loud "hahaha" laugh.

This laugh had no effect; it only frightened the birds in the sky, causing them to fly even higher.

But at that moment, Lin Jiang heard a man's startled cry from above:

Oh my god!

Several pebbles hit Lin Jiang on the head.

He subconsciously looked up at the cliff.

There hung a young man above, wailing loudly.

(End of this chapter)