Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Blackwater City, a dilapidated courtyard in the southern suburbs.

Lin Shu's consciousness was somewhat scattered. She wanted to open her eyes to see, but her eyelids felt as if they were covered with rice paste.

"Keep fighting."

A rough voice suddenly rang in his ears, which made him a little more awake.

Is this another fight? Who are they going to hit?

Lin Shu subconsciously reached out as if to grab something.

When it comes to fighting, you need a good weapon, otherwise you'll suffer a great loss.

He has more experience in handling such matters than anyone else; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to survive in those dirty streets and alleys until today.

Snapped!Snapped!

However, before Lin Shu could even reach out, she was lashed twice on the shoulder and back, her skin and flesh torn apart.

"hiss!"

The hangover grogginess vanished instantly, and stimulated by the intense pain, Lin Shu finally opened her eyes. The rice milk that was sticking to her eyes was scarlet, making her entire field of vision appear blurry and dark red.

So... it was his mother who hit me.

Consciousness takes over the body, and the pain of being covered in wounds instantly invades the brain.

Lin Shu's breathing became trembling and rapid, and the skin on her arms tensed up due to excitement and fear.

He licked his broken lips, rolled the blood into his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and slowly looked up.

The surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar, a simple mud-walled courtyard, completely different from the dirty streets and high-rise buildings I was familiar with.

There were at least a dozen people in sight, including men, women, and children.

The most eye-catching thing was the three burly men in front.

All three were shirtless, with their faces painted with bizarre and exaggerated ink.

The leader had a short beard, while the other two held leather whips in their hands and looked down at him with cold eyes.

"whip?"

Lin Shu endured the excruciating pain and calmly observed everything.

Who would use something like this in a fight?

This thing is either used for punishment or for flirting.

After glancing at the three burly men, Lin Shu preferred the former.

His gaze shifted downwards to the ground level with his own, where a blood-stained burlap sack lay. Judging from its outline, it seemed to contain a living creature resembling an ape, still wriggling slightly.

Using this burlap sack as an anchor point, scattered memories instantly come together.

This place is the lodging of a theatrical troupe, a group of people who make a living by swindling and cheating.

Its predecessor was something they found in the suburbs.

Because of her slender figure and fair skin, she was specifically responsible for playing the role of immortals and gods to earn some reward money.

Not long ago, the opera troupe set their sights on an old woman. After finding out that she had a sick grandson who could only be kept alive by medicine, they couldn't help but have evil intentions.

First, he persuaded the other party to stop taking the medicine, then fabricated several miracles, and finally brought the old woman to the person who had impersonated a deity.

They easily swindled the old woman out of all her wealth.

The matter should have ended there.

Who would have thought that the previous incarnation couldn't bear to harm that child's life?

He secretly slipped out, intending to persuade the old woman not to stop giving the child his medicine. As for the money, he was willing to accompany her to report the matter to the authorities.

"this."

Lin Shu's lips twitched slightly.

There's really nothing we can do when we're stuck with such an idiot.

He stared at the sack.

Through the half-open bag, one could vaguely see a bloodied and mangled old face.

It looked a bit like a monkey that was so thin it was practically skin and bones, with its round eyes staring wide open and its chapped lips twitching incessantly.

The old woman stared intently at the young man who had cheated her out of her money and was now trying to seek justice for her.

She made gurgling sobs, whether it was a plea for help or an angry outburst, it was hard to tell.

A withered hand trembled as it emerged from the bag's opening; three of its five fingers were broken, and the hand hung limply and sticky.

Lin Shu looked at the hand getting closer and closer to her and wanted to avoid it with a hint of disgust.

He knew he wasn't a good person and that one day he would die a violent death in the street; he had even imagined such a tragic scene.

But the other person should be either a spirited young woman in a leather jacket with dragon and tiger tattoos, or a mature woman in a high-heeled evening gown.

"He's not completely dead yet!"

Suddenly, a man named Wang Xu jumped out from the crowd and viciously kicked the sack repeatedly.

"Crunch... Ouch!!"

The old woman's last breath was kicked out, turning into a howl like that of a wild beast.

After that, the noisy sobbing stopped in the courtyard.

The withered hand lost its strength and stopped in front of Lin Shu's cheek.

It's unbelievable, she doesn't seem to be asking for help or cursing, but rather feeling sorry for this young man who is also about to be beaten to death.

Unfortunately, the old woman couldn't touch the other person's face.

The remaining finger slipped quickly, leaving only two warm, foul-smelling streaks of blood on the tip of his nose.

"..."

Lin Shu felt the moisture on the tip of her nose and remained silent for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Wang Xu, his expression neither joy nor sorrow.

No one noticed that at the very moment the old woman breathed her last, a flash of dark light disappeared and landed in Lin Shu's palm.

"Third Master, I'll take care of it."

Wang Xu looked obsequiously at the short-bearded, burly man in the lead.

As the troupe leader, Master Liu pushed him aside and slowly squatted down in front of Lin Shu.

He then reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"Tsk, they actually withstood the family discipline."

Third Master was not satisfied with this result.

A full hundred lashes failed to kill this treacherous scoundrel.

Unfortunately, the family has its rules, and the words have already been spoken.

"She's really tough."

Old Master Liu sighed, then spat a mouthful of filth onto Lin Shu's forehead: "Terrible."

Even the toughest fate can only be dealt a few more blows.

"Drag them in; there's another show tomorrow."

Uncle Liu didn't have the habit of talking too much with the dead, so he casually tossed Lin Shu aside and stood up again.

Among the surrounding crowd, the old cripple, who was clearly of the lowest status and only dared to watch from afar, immediately came over, his eyes full of heartache, but he dared not show it.

He bowed and scraped obsequiously to Master Liu.

Then, fearing the other party might change their mind, he hurriedly and awkwardly dragged Lin Shu, who was on the ground, into the woodshed.

……

Although the woodshed was messy, it was still relatively dry.

The old cripple helped Lin Shu lie down against the wall, carefully closed the door, and then turned back to complain in a low voice:

"Why are you meddling in all this other stuff?"

"Have they ever given you a single penny of their earnings? You don't even deserve any money. Even if that old woman's entire family dies, what does it have to do with you!"

The cripple walked back to the corner and saw Lin Shu already grimacing and forcing herself to sit up.

His once fair and delicate naked body was now covered in wounds, with hardly a single piece of good flesh to be found.

But the boy didn't seem too afraid. He was clearly breathing heavily, and his posture leaning against the wall was somewhat relaxed. He even closed his eyes and gently tugged at the corners of his mouth.

The old cripple was dumbfounded. The other person was almost beaten to death, yet he could still laugh.

"What's going on?"

Lin Shu looked down at his chest. Compared to the scars on his body, the empty chest made him more curious.

How can a person who has had their entire heart ripped out by a sharp instrument still live?

"Who knew you were like this? You looked like you were about to die the moment we dragged you back."

The cripple, known as Lao Yang, was once a key member of the team.

Unfortunately, he later broke family rules and was stripped of his martial arts skills and a leg, ending up in this state.

The two were like brothers in misfortune.

"You mean, I get no money, I don't know how long I'll live, and yet I'm allowed to be bullied like this?"

Lin Shu opened her eyes and looked over with considerable surprise.

"Who told you to be such a philanthropist!" Old Yang glared at him with exasperation.

In this opera troupe, one doesn't necessarily need martial arts skills to survive.

The other person was born with a beautiful appearance; that's their asset.

If they had been obedient, they wouldn't be in their current position.

"Good man." Lin Shu felt the wall was too hard, so she changed to a more comfortable position.

"Otherwise what?" Old Yang felt that the person in front of him was acting strangely today, wondering if he had been whipped silly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Shu pondered for a moment and nodded slightly: "That's true, anyway, I've never heard anyone say I'm bad."

"..."

Old Yang sighed deeply, too lazy to continue this idle chatter.

If the other party hadn't been so troublesome, at most one child would have died of illness. But now, that old woman and her whole family are probably going to suffer.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but add another word of advice: "Work hard! If you don't truly commit, you'll never get a share of the money in your life. How will you afford to see a doctor? Do you really want to die?"

"Money?"

Lin Shu turned her head to look at the black light in her palm.

It was a jet-black copper coin, which appeared the instant the old woman breathed her last.

Good deeds bring good fortune, and evil deeds bring evil rewards.

Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace; killing a worthless life earns a meager reward.

The brief text describes how the old woman did indeed die at the hands of her predecessor.

If it were someone else, they might feel guilty or regretful.

But Lin Shu only rubbed the coin twice with her fingertips before intending to take it.

Just as he clenched his fist, everything in his vision seemed to change. A blurry, indistinct shadow appeared in his previously empty chest.

It looks like a little white wolf curled up.

The next moment, the copper coin in Lin Shu's hand suddenly disappeared into the illusory image.

The little white wolf let out a slightly painful groan, and a trace of gray swept across its originally snow-white body.

It raised its eyelids in bewilderment, and a touch of scarlet quietly lit up the deepest part of its clear eyes.

Is this why one lives without a heart?

It's been parasitized?

Lin Shu stared at her chest with great interest.

The mist emanating from the phantom was like meridians connecting its entire body, replacing the location of its heart.

New text appeared before my eyes.

[Bad money enters the body of a deity, bringing disaster to the mortal world.]

Half-Immortal. Silver-Eyed White Wolf

[Seventh Grade Qi Refining Technique: Radiant Moon Claw Technique - Beginner Level]

"..."

Lin Shu clenched her fists.

If before the copper coin entered, the mist on the white wolf phantom was passively maintaining the vitality of this body, now, it can actually actively use this mist.

He tried to struggle with the little white wolf, and then he found that a warm current was beginning to surge through his body.

Although the injury has not yet healed, strength is beginning to return and the pain is gradually disappearing.

There really are immortals... even though they look a bit strange.

Lin Shu closed her eyes, waiting for her strength to be fully replenished, while sniffing the air: "It smells so good."

"Don't even think about it, it's not for you." Old Yang swallowed hard.

Through the tattered paper window, one could see a large pot gradually being set up outside.

The aroma of chili peppers and fatty meat overpowered the original bloody smell, and the wine jars were brought to the table.

Unfortunately, only a few men were allowed to sit at the table.

Not to mention the two people locked in the woodshed, even the old men and women in the gang weren't allowed to touch their chopsticks; they could only take the hard, dry bread back to their rooms.

"After we've had our drinks, it's time to get started."

Old Yang sighed and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand:

"That old woman has two orphans and a widow at home. They'll definitely find something's wrong by nightfall, and they won't give her a chance to report it to the authorities."

"call."

Lin Shu listened quietly, closed her eyes again, and sorted through her memories.

Blackwater City is a very chaotic place.

Even a martial arts master as strong as Master Liu, who could break someone's bones with a single palm strike, could only lower his head and do swindling and cheating jobs, rather than more directly seizing by trickery and force.

There are even traces of monks in my memory.

The Blackwater Gang and the government divided the city, which was surrounded by the Blackwater River and for some reason lost contact with the outside world.

This is a wolf's den with no way to escape!

As Lin Shu felt her ravenous hunger pangs, a hint of greed gradually appeared in her eyes.

Old Yang curled up, no longer smelling the aroma of meat, nor listening to the noisy clinking of glasses outside.

He just hoped that the three of them could go smoothly tonight, so that he and Lin Shu could avoid getting beaten up.

As the two fell silent, the woodshed became quiet.

Until nightfall.

It was dark.

Inside the courtyard, Master Liu stood up, tucked the short knife from the table behind his waist, and, along with the other two Ma brothers, strode out of the courtyard.

Wang Xu was left alone at the table, drinking by himself. He had never practiced martial arts and was no match for the other three, but he was enough to keep an eye on the two cripples.

"Tsk."

Lin Shu took in all of this and stood up unsteadily.

He walked towards the door. It was a bit chilly at night, so he grabbed the clean white woolen cloak hanging on the wall.

In his previous life, he wore this outfit and played the role of a fake immortal in the city.

"Are you crazy? That's your costume for your ceremonial procession! You're covered in blood, and you dare touch it? Liu San'er will beat you to death!"

Old Yang, still half-asleep, was instantly jolted awake: "And where are you going?!"

"Now that I've received the money, I want to get things done."

Lin Shu draped the cloak over her shoulders and then pushed open the door.

……

In the courtyard.

Wang Xu picked up a piece of fatty meat with his chopsticks and began to chew it heartily.

His drunken face was full of self-satisfaction.

The image of myself decisively jumping out and swiftly kicking that old bastard to death that afternoon still echoed in my mind.

Look at that sharp eye!

If others dare not do something that requires no effort, they will miss out on the pleasure of enjoying wine and meat.

Thinking of this, Wang Xu couldn't help but hum softly, so much so that he didn't notice someone approaching.

Lin Shu walked up behind him, looked at the still bubbling hot pot, reached out and took the wine pot, shook it gently, and then drank it all in one gulp.

"Who?! Who the hell let you out?"

Wang Xu was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared. After recognizing Lin Shu, he instinctively shouted angrily.

This kid's weak and easily bullied nature is already common knowledge.

Having been beaten half to death today, he was so badly injured that he didn't even bother to reach for the dagger on the table.

"Pah! It's just like wine."

Lin Shu spat under her breath, shook her head, and looked curiously at the hot pot: "How's the meat? Is it good?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xu almost laughed out of anger.

He sensed the provocation in the other person's words. His drunkenness intensified, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he was ready to fight: "Fine, so what?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Lin Shu grin, her clean, white teeth carrying an inexplicable chill.

The next moment, the wine jug smashed down on his head!

Click!

Wang Xu, who was already quite drunk, staggered forward from the sudden, heavy blow.

Gollum-

Before he could even stand up straight, a slender hand swiftly and decisively pressed down on the back of his head, roughly shoving his entire face into the boiling hot pot!

"If it's delicious, eat more."

Lin Shu's eyes were clear and bright, and her smile was extremely clean.

But the bulging veins on his right palm and the sudden hoarseness in his voice gave off a strange chill.

Boom!

Wang Xu struggled desperately with both arms, almost knocking over the table.

In excruciating pain, he instinctively opened his mouth and cried out, and then the scalding hot soup rushed into his throat and stomach.

Lin Shu bent down, her whole body tense, like a wild beast tearing at its prey.

He pressed his right hand against the back of the other person's head, while his left arm pressed down hard on the person's shoulder.

His fingertip was also plunged into the oily soup, quickly turning red and cooked. But the excruciating pain, unbearable for most people, only made the smile on his lips even more ferocious.

Wang Xu remained motionless until the table stopped shaking violently, his head bobbing up and down in the red oil.

Another streak of black light shot out and landed in Lin Shu's sleeve.

The noise woke up the other people in the courtyard.

But they all stared blankly out the window into the courtyard.

Seeing the white fur cloak swaying slightly, the thin young man withdrew his hand, hastily flicked the oily soup off his fingertips, and then took the short knife from the table.

The entire process was efficient and without any unnecessary delays.

This scene... is even more terrifying than when Master Liu and his men beat the old woman to death through a sack today.

"Ha!"

Old Yang, who chased after them to the door of the woodshed, could not cross that threshold no matter what he did.

He witnessed everything that had just happened, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, gripping the door frame tightly with both hands to keep from fainting.

All that remained in his mind was the conversation the two of them had just had about good and evil.

To Wang Xu, Lin Shu was definitely not a kind person... but it seems he really didn't have the chance to say it to Lin Shu's face.

Old Yang stared blankly as the white fur cloak disappeared into the night and vanished down the long street.

Doing things for money?

Who paid them and what did they want to do?