Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 73 Road closure
The bandits exchanged glances after hearing Lin Jiang's words.

Several obviously young people seemed to want to laugh.

Does this refined young master possess such abilities?
It's funny!

The leading man then roared:
"Where did this brat come from! Spouting such nonsense! Brothers, kill him!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

What a fuck!

His men were originally local hooligans who had only recently joined the gang. They were incompetent and lacked discernment, unable to see the bigger picture.

He knows perfectly well!

Most people who dare to say this in the martial arts world have some skills. If someone says they have a treasure that can devour souls, then they probably really do have one!
Beat the ass!
Several henchmen grabbed their weapons and were about to charge when they discovered their boss had run away. They were momentarily confused, unsure whether to run or fight.

In just a short while, Chen Dajiang picked up his whistle stick and smashed it open on the head of one of the hooligans.

Lin Jiang also took a step forward, kicking one person away with a straight kick, and then broke the jaw of another with a hook punch.

In just one encounter, only three of the six henchmen remained, and the remaining three were terrified and desperately wanted to run away.

"If you kill someone, you should be prepared to be killed yourself."

Lin Jiang sighed, chased after one of the bandits, and snapped his head off.

"I killed a tough guy a couple of days ago. He clenched his teeth so tightly that he didn't utter a sound until he died."

As he spoke, he swept his leg back and broke the other man's throat.

"Sigh, as expected, there are good and bad people in the martial arts world. You guys are just spineless."

When the last one was pierced through the chest by a flying rock, the eldest brother had already darted several meters away.

But before he could run two steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shinbone and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling twice.

Looking up again, I found a tiny figure standing in front of me.

The young ginseng pointed a hammer at him:
Why don't you shout slogans?

"What kind of cell?"

The man was completely stunned and could only utter a blank sentence.

"Pay the toll! Why don't you want to pay the toll?"

The man opened his mouth wide, momentarily speechless.

These are old work chants from so long ago! They were rarely used even in previous dynasties!
"He might not be a professional."

Lin Jiang walked up from behind and stomped on the man's spine, breaking it:

"Maybe there will be professionals in the future."

The young ginseng was carrying a hammer:

"You're right! You're sure to find a professional!"

After cleaning up the mess, Lin Jiang lifted the carriage curtain and took out the tiger skin.

Seeing so many corpses on the ground, the tiger-robed figure shed crystal-clear tears from the corner of its half-cooked tiger head:

"Following the young master, I'm sure I'll have a full meal every time."

Lin Jiang covered the corpse with the tiger skin and let Paozi go and have his own meal.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the young man who had witnessed the whole thing and was now stunned.

These thieves had been terrorizing the entire village for years, yet they were dealt with as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs. It was truly hard to come to one's senses for a while.

Finally, an old man came running from afar, stopping three feet away from Lin Jiang and bowing repeatedly.
"Great benefactor! Great benefactor!"

He bowed and scraped, but his eyes kept falling on the ground, on the tiger robe that was devouring people one by one. It was hard to tell whether his eyes held more respect or fear.

Lin Jiang scratched his head.

This method shouldn't be too scary, right?

……

As darkness fell, the old man who had run out earlier warmly invited Lin Jiang and his companions to stay at his home, and Lin Jiang agreed.

This is the village chief, surnamed Niu.

The young man, dressed in a shabby Taoist robe and with a footprint on his face, also followed along towards the courtyard.

Along the village road, the village chief's gaze lingered twice on the tiger skin on Lin Jiang's shoulder, then swept over the small ginseng sitting cross-legged. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately remained silent.

These are the skills of highly skilled individuals; one shouldn't ask too many questions. He then introduced the down-on-his-luck young man beside him:

“This is my grandson. Seeing the old widower in the east of the village killed, he was so angry that he put on a rag and pretended to be a hermit of the Ta Yun Temple, hoping to scare away those mountain bandits. Alas, he doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

“How can you call them ungrateful?” the young man retorted. “The whole village is full of cowards! They don’t even dare to breathe when they’re being stabbed! They’re being bullied for nothing, and I can’t just stand by and watch them get bullied.”

"You scoundrel!" The village chief glared at the young man.

The young man fell silent.

Lin Jiang raised an eyebrow, watching the grandmother and grandson exchange their enigmatic glances.

Once inside the courtyard, which was completely enclosed by earthen tiles, the village chief immediately closed the door and then pulled it shut with a bolt.

They act like thieves on their own turf.

Lin Jiang really couldn't understand it:
"Village chief, what's going on here?"

"It's windy outside."

The village chief gave a vague reply, then turned and shouted, "Dazhu! Cuie! Slaughter the speckled chickens!"

The lame man with a limp came out of the house in response, followed by his young wife in a floral-patterned jacket, who looked down meekly.

Lin Jiang noticed that the village chief's son had calluses on his palms, indicating that he must have practiced martial arts. However, he had a limp and walked with difficulty.

The family said a few kind words to Lin Jiang respectfully, and then went to the kitchen to prepare their meal.

"What exactly happened in your village?" Lin Jiang asked the young man.

The young man still had a footprint on his head, and his voice was somewhat distorted.
“Our village? It’s full of spineless people, their backbones have been broken. Those bandits in the mountains are always scaring people, not the villages with more young people, but us young people. We’ve already driven most of the villages away.”

“After being frightened for a long time, every household was broken in the spine, and they believed that the person who was killed was a life, and that it was a life to hand over grain.”

The old village chief glared at his grandson, then led Lin Jiang to sit down on a chair.

After serving a cup of coarse tea, the old village chief sighed:

"Young master, the situation in our village is a bit complicated."

"It's still daylight today, why don't you tell me about it?"

“This…is not good.”

"I'm just a passerby, there's nothing wrong with that."

The old village chief took a sip of tea, then looked at the bolt that was indeed fastened, before beginning to recount the village's affairs:

"Our village is called Cow Dung Village."

"This name...is very elegant."

"It wasn't called this before; it was called Niuli Village."

The village chief began to recount stories from the past.

This village was originally built next to the Niu family, a wealthy clan.

Back then, Old Master Niu spent a fortune to build walls and store grain, calling it "Niu Li Village." He planned to gather refugees, train them into local militia, wipe out the surrounding bandit strongholds, and build his own army to gain power over the world.

At first, it was indeed very successful. Money paved the way, and some were recruited, while others came out of admiration. In a short time, a courageous team was formed.

But as fate would have it, this matter alarmed the prefect of Jianzhou.

Wandering bandits are permitted by officials, but it's not allowed to tie them all together with a rope.

So the officials dispatched troops, a large and powerful force, full of strength and skill.

That day, the heavily armored troops pressed in, and the ragtag band of men, encountering the elite imperial army, crumbled at the first touch. The scattered bandits on the mountaintops raised seven or eight flags again and became bandits once more.

The golden characters of Niuli Village have been covered in dust and have become known as Niufen Village (Cow Dung Village).

"Why don't you leave?"

Lin Jiang asked.

“The bandits in the nearby mountains collect grain in limited quantities. The villagers can’t move their homes unless they starve. Our family wanted to leave, but the bandits set up sentries on the only road and wouldn’t let us go.”

Village Chief Niu drank two more cups of tea, but it tasted like wine to him, as his face turned red.

"Young master, you are very capable. I have something I would like to ask of you."

"You're too kind, village chief. Please speak first, and I'll do my best to help."

"I want to send my grandson out of the village to learn a skill. Can you help him go out?"

(End of this chapter)