Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 61 Wang Qing enters the original
"How did you get here?" Zeng Yan was shocked. He quickly grabbed a bowl, prepared a bowl of medicine, and handed it to Lin Jiang.
"Drink this quickly, this medicine will help you hold on for about an hour."

"I don't need it, give it to someone else."

"What are you trying to prove?" Zeng Yan cursed. "Even the three of us brothers couldn't handle it, let alone you."

"I'm really fine." Lin Jiang shook his head: "This illness can't hurt me."

Lin Jiang picked a flower from the ground, smelled it, and then removed it.

"look."

"Are you crazy!" The three Zeng brothers were dumbfounded and didn't even have time to stop him, but they soon discovered that Lin Jiang was completely unharmed and was jumping around.

It has absolutely no impact.

"Is it really okay?"

"Could it be that he took the medicine beforehand?"

"What kind of skill is this?"

The three Zeng brothers surrounded Lin Jiang and started circling him, and Lin Jiang followed them.

After walking around for a while, I felt a little dizzy, so I stopped.

When the three brothers looked at Lin Jiang again, their eyes were completely different.

"What on earth is going on? What are these flowers?"

Lin Jiang hurriedly asked the three brothers.

“These…these are all illnesses.” Zeng Mu hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and said to Lin Jiang:

“We have been investigating this disease. People who get it will have a red bead growing on their head, and when the disease reaches the head, the head will split open. The disease in the village has become mutated. The blood of the dead falls to the ground and turns into poppies. The poppies are infected from petals to roots. If an ordinary person touches them, they will get pricked.”

"Even if there is medicine, there is no way to cure the disease. After drinking the medicine, the patient will vomit blood, but the poppy flowers will climb up again. Human blood is not enough to resist it, so we can only try to transfer them out in batches."

Lin Jiang heard a thud and turned his head to see that Niu Xiashui had knelt down next to the familiar girl.

"Granddaughter, granddaughter."

Hearing the soft calls of the cow under the water, the little girl slowly turned her head.

Many flowers had spread across her face, some growing along the middle of her face, and others meandering up to her eyes, obscuring her vision and making her unable to see anything.

"Grandpa."

"Eh."

Are you here? I can't see you.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Niu Xiashui held the little girl's hand, completely ignoring the flower buds climbing upwards, tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa, I can't see, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa is right here with you. Grandpa won't go anywhere."

"Grandpa."

"Eh."

"I think I heard that brother's voice."

“I’m here.” Lin Jiang also squatted down.

He paid no attention to the flowers and reached out to gently brush the petals.

Only by lifting the petals can you see the flower's roots, which have even penetrated into the blood vessels.

It's impossible to forcibly demolish it; if we did, the person would go blind.

"Hehe. The sugar figurine last time was really delicious."

The little girl was too young to realize how serious her illness was; she just missed the sugar figurine that Lin Jiang had given her.

"The shop on the street has learned a new trick; it can now produce a beautiful fairy on the wind. I'll invite you again next time I go to the city."

"Lagou..."

Even so, the little girl was too weak to do anything else, so Lin Jiang reached out and made a pinky promise.

Zeng Yan fed the little girl another mouthful of medicine, and she fell asleep. Her breathing was relatively steady, and she seemed to be fine.

Around the oxen in the water, several equally sturdy farmers stood guard, protecting them in layers, huddled together, none of them willing to leave the others.

After cuddling for a while, Niu Xiashui suddenly got up, moved to Lin Jiang's side, and kowtowed:

"Young master, I've never been very capable. I'm illiterate and have no skills. When I was young, my family spent a lot of money to send me to Cangsong. There I met a master, and I've served him for half my life. He finally taught me how to fish, so I could earn money."

"I don't have any grand ambitions, and I have a bit of a back problem. After getting married, I struggled for ages and only gave birth to a big, healthy boy. My son inherited this problem from me, and after finding a wife, he struggled for ages and only gave birth to a granddaughter. Everyone says girls are bad, but I insist that girls are good because I only have this one daughter… Young master, my life is worthless, and even giving it to you wouldn't be enough to repay your kindness. But anything I can do, if you just ask, I'll give you my head right now without batting an eye. I just beg you to save my granddaughter."

The ox went into the water and bowed its head.

Lin Jiang watched the cow go to the water.

He had dark skin, and his forehead and brows were covered with deep wrinkles.

He was much younger than his grandmother, but the sun and the elements had left their marks on him.

In a daze, Lin Jiang seemed to see the old man dancing among the graves.

"Grandson..."

If Lin Shengfeng had encountered this situation before he went mad, he would probably have picked up the wood-chopping knife at home and gone to fight to find the root cause of his illness.

Lin Jiang also disliked this underlying problem.

He had to continue south.

Without saying a word, they left the direction and headed south.

He moved so fast that by the time the three Zeng brothers reacted, Lin Jiang had already left the room.

Zeng Yan was anxious:

"Hey! Where are you going! You can't go there! It's dangerous there!"

But when Zeng Yan went out to look for Lin Jiang, Lin Jiang had completely disappeared.

"Oh dear, why is this person in such a hurry!"

Zeng Mu originally wanted to chase after him, but he couldn't help coughing again.

Even though he kept brewing the medicine, his body couldn't take it anymore.

The pageboy's methods were far too ruthless. Ordinary sick people who were far away might be able to pull through with their young bodies, but those in villages close to the battlefield were heading straight to the gates of hell once they contracted the disease.

With such limited skills, if the Zeng brothers had taken just one more step toward the battlefield, they might have lost their lives.

"Will he survive? Will he just throw his life away in vain?"

Zeng Mu seemed somewhat worried, but Zeng Wen, who had been quiet all along, paused for a moment:

"Who knows, he might actually be able to help the old man."

The other two brothers looked at him, and Zeng Wen shrugged and said:
"The fastest of the other gentlemen will arrive in seven days. The old man may not be able to hold on for that long. Even if he can, he may suffer from incurable injuries."

At this point, Zeng Wen paused:

"Besides... you see, flowers are useless to him. He won't get sick."

Zeng Mu silently pulled down the flowers that were climbing up his trouser leg.

The pageboy's methods can make all living things sick; trees will get sick, crops will get sick, and livestock will get sick.

Stones and soil will not.

Then why is Lin Jiang unharmed?
Is it some kind of inanimate object?

……

Walking south from the village entrance for less than half a mile, the bright red hue deepened.

Slaughtered and mangled livestock lay scattered across the wilderness, while blood-red flowers sprouted from the decaying flesh, greedily absorbing its nutrients.

Plants and trees are all obsessed with flowers, and tree crowns have all become flower mounds.

The red color grew larger and larger, merging into one large patch.

After stopping, look ahead.

A bloody wind swept by, and the sea of ​​flowers suddenly rippled, with waves of blood crashing down on people's faces.

Is this the method of "pointing stars"?

Such a technique for treating lesions would only be effective if one were not inherently ill; otherwise, one would never have been able to even step into this place.

Just as I was about to lift my foot and continue walking, I suddenly heard a cough coming from beside my feet.

anyone?

Lin Jiang looked down.

Under the midday sun, a luminous pearl lay nestled among the flowers, shining brightly and radiating a precious light—a truly fine object.

The luminous pearl saw Lin Jiang and coughed twice more.
"Young man, you can't go any further. If you go any further, you'll die."

(End of this chapter)