How did I, a fake bodyguard, become a terrestrial immortal?

Yan Wuxiang, now wearing Lu Yang's face, smiled provocatively.

Lu Yang did not make a move.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

"When a bodyguard encounters someone trying to rob his goods, there are generally two ways to handle it."

"One option is to kill them on the spot."

Lu Yang flexed his wrists.

"Another option is to arrest them first, and then slowly beat them after the delivery of the goods is completed."

Yan Wuxiang's smile froze slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his right hand and scratched his arm with his fingernail.

A wound appeared quickly.

Outside the courtyard gate, a Zhenwu Division constable lying unconscious on the ground had a bloody gash on his arm.

The wound on Yan Wuxiang's arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Did you see it clearly?"

"The lives of more than 30,000 people are now my lives."

"I was injured, and they bled for me."

"If I die, the entire ferry crossing will be buried with me."

Zhao Mingtang gripped his longsword tightly, but dared not step forward rashly.

Fang Xuan stared intently at the black array plate.

The red lines extending from the array plate appeared chaotic on the surface, but in reality, they all bypassed Yan Wuxiang's palm.

Fang Xuan lowered his voice.

"Yan Wuxiang set himself up as the main soul of the Soul-Swapping Array, and the people of Dukou Pass were all life puppets who took the brunt of his injuries."

"As long as the formation is still intact, we can't hurt him."

Lu Yang asked, "Can we destroy the array plate directly?"

"no."

"Forcibly destroying the formation will cause a backlash to all the divine souls connected to it."

Fang Xuan glanced at the eighty-one red lanterns around him.

"At least half of them will die."

"Did you hear that?" Yan Wuxiang opened his arms wide. "There's nothing you can do."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red lines on the array plate suddenly taut.

Countless red threads rose from the ground, forming a giant net that blocked the exit of the noodle shop.

Two guards from the Prince An's residence immediately drew their swords.

"Don't cut!"

Fang Xuan hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

The blade stopped in front of the red line.

"Every thread is connected to the soul of the people."

"Severing the red thread is tantamount to severing their lifeline."

Yan Wuxiang laughed.

"You pretty boy are indeed very knowledgeable."

"Unfortunately, the more you know, the less you dare to act."

As he spoke, dozens of red threads began to wrap around the crowd.

Zhao Mingtang retreated several steps.

She couldn't sever the red thread; she could only keep dodging it.

One of the guards from the Prince An's mansion was unable to dodge in time, and the red thread instantly wrapped around his wrist.

His body suddenly stiffened.

Tiny starlight then appeared in my eyes.

The guard suddenly turned around and slashed at Zhao Mingtang with his sword.

Zhao Mingtang blocked the blade with his sword.

"Wake up!"

The guard did not react and swung his sword again.

Qingluo and another guard wanted to step forward to help, but the red lines around them kept increasing.

Yan Wuxiang did not look at Zhao Mingtang.

His gaze lingered on Bai Miyao.

"There's also a Green Lotus Dao Seed, which is truly an unexpected delight."

The dozen or so red threads suddenly changed direction and headed straight for Bai Miyao.

Bai Yixin turned around and pulled Bai Miyao into her arms.

The next instant, Lu Yang was already standing in front of them.

The red thread landed on his body and quickly wrapped around his limbs.

A hint of joy appeared in Yan Wuxiang's eyes.

"Lu Yang, you've been tricked."

The stars on the array disk are shining brightly.

The red threads simultaneously burrowed into Lu Yang's body, attempting to invade his soul.

Lu Yang's vision blurred slightly.

He seemed to see a huge stone gate standing deep in the starry sky.

Behind the door were countless blurry figures.

They reached out at the same time, trying to pull his soul out of his body.

But as soon as those hands touched Lu Yang, a huge Xuanwu phantom opened its eyes deep within his soul.

The tortoise's feet landed.

The entire starry sky seemed to sink.

All the outstretched hands shattered instantly.

The red threads wrapped around Lu Yang's body also began to tremble violently.

Yan Wuxiang's smile gradually disappeared.

"Why weren't you controlled?"

Lu Yang looked down at the red thread on his body and scratched his head.

"Perhaps your netting isn't very sturdy?"

He braced himself outwards with both arms.

The red line wasn't broken, but he forcibly dragged it forward.

The array plate also vibrated slightly on the ground.

Yan Wuxiang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately controlled more red threads to wrap around Lu Yang.

One hundred.

Five hundred.

Finally, all the red threads leading to Wumianfang fell on Lu Yang.

With each step Lu Yang took, the entire array plate would move forward by half an inch.

Yan Wuxiang finally realized something was wrong.

He raised his palm, and the lives of tens of thousands of people converged along the red line.

A huge, blood-red human face appeared behind him.

The blood-red face opened its mouth.

Tens of thousands of whispers simultaneously entered Lu Yang's ears.

The sounds of crying, laughter, and pleas mingled together, enough to shatter the sanity of an ordinary person.

Lu Yang paused for a moment.

Just as Yan Wuxiang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed that Lu Yang had raised his head again.

"You're making a lot of noise, what are you mumbling about? Give me two hundred dollars!"

He continued forward.

The blood-red face slammed into Lu Yang's chest.

This attack didn't have much external force; what was truly terrifying was the impact on the soul contained within it.

However, the Xuanwu phantom within Lu Yang's body merely swayed for a moment before suppressing all the chaotic life force.

Lu Yang didn't even take a single step back.

Fang Xuan watched this scene, his eyes flickering slightly.

Xuanwu guards the mountain.

It not only suppresses the physical body, but also the spirit.

This technique was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Lu Yang, hold him off!"

Fang Xuan took out the black wooden plaque from Pei Wujiu's body from his bosom and rushed towards the array plate.

Yan Wuxiang suddenly turned his head.

When he saw the wooden sign, his expression changed for the first time.

"Stop him!"

Dozens of red threads immediately shot towards Fang Xuan.

Lu Yang raised his hand and grabbed a few of the red threads.

Instead of breaking it, he pulled it towards himself along with all the red threads behind it.

Fang Xuan took the opportunity to come to the array plate and pressed the black wooden plaque into the central groove.

The wooden plaque and the array plate fit together perfectly.

The faceless pattern on it lit up quickly.

Yan Wuxiang's face was gloomy.

"Pei Wujiu's deputy can only activate the formation."

"You think you can reverse the main soul with it? Absolutely not."

"That's definitely not enough."

Fang Xuan took out three silver needles and inserted them into the three holes around the wooden plaque.

"We also need a life-suppressing stone that can bear the essence of all life."

Yan Wuxiang gave a cold laugh.

"With over 30,000 people at the ferry crossing, who can bear the burden of their lives?"

"Your soul will collapse in an instant!"

Fang Xuan did not answer, but looked at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang understood what he meant.

"let me?"

"After the formation is reversed, the life force of all the people in the city will enter your body at the same time."

Fang Xuan's expression was solemn.

"If you cannot withstand it, not only will you die, but the people in the camp will also be terrified."

Zhao Mingtang's expression changed.

"Is there no other way?"

"have."

Fang Xuan looked at the sky.

"Find eighty-one martial artists of the seventh rank or above to share the burden."

There was less than half an hour left until midnight.

Let alone eighty-one seventh-rank martial artists, we can't even find eighty-one ninth-rank martial artists.

"Master, don't push yourself."

Zhao Mingtang gripped the hilt of his sword.

"We can think of other ways."

Lu Yang glanced at the system notification in his mind.

[Remaining time: 55 minutes.]

There's no time left.

"Let's begin."

Lu Yang grabbed the red thread binding him and pulled Yan Wuxiang directly in front of him.

"Actually, what I'm best at is standing still and taking a beating."

Yan Wuxiang tried to back away, but Lu Yang pressed down on his shoulder with one hand.

He didn't exert any force, nor did he get hurt.

Yan Wuxiang gritted his teeth, then suddenly opened his mouth, preparing to bite off his own tongue.

Lu Yang pinched his chin with his other hand, his voice low and menacing: "Don't move. If you bite yourself now, I'll feel sorry for you..."

Yan Wuxiang could only stare intently at Fang Xuan.

"You have no idea what you're doing."

"Once the stone gate is opened, the truth of this world will be exposed."

"Lu Yang, why do you think they're afraid of extraterrestrial evil spirits?"

"Because they know that this world is fundamentally—"

Lu Yang applied a little more pressure.

Yan Wuxiang's remaining words were immediately cut off.

"We'll save the riddle for later; first, we need to repay the lives owed to the people at the ferry crossing."

Fang Xuan simultaneously rotated three silver needles with both hands.

The faceless pattern on the black wooden sign flipped rapidly.

The white mask, which had its eyes closed, slowly opened them.

"The formation is about to reverse!"

"Lu Yang, guard your soul!"

The last silver needle fell.

All the red lines change direction simultaneously.

The life force within Yan Wuxiang was forcibly stripped away and flowed into Lu Yang's body along the red thread.

boom!

Lu Yang's vision was instantly plunged into darkness.

The memories of more than 30,000 people appeared in his mind at the same time.

The vendors who sell steamed buns get up at dawn every day, and their biggest worry is that the dough won't rise properly.

An old woman in the south of the city has been waiting for thirty years, still hoping that her son, who has joined the army, will come home.

A boy secretly saved up copper coins for three months, intending to buy a hairpin for the girl he admired.

Someone is sick.

Someone just got married.

Another child promised his mother before going to bed that he would not stay in bed the next day.

The joys and sorrows of more than 30,000 people pressed down on Lu Yang's soul at the same time.

Lu Yang's body swayed slightly.

More than 30,000 tiny points of light lit up one after another on the Xuanwu phantom behind him.

Yan Wuxiang's eyes widened.

"Why didn't your soul disappear?"

Fang Xuan immediately pulled out the silver needle.

"The main soul has been reversed!"

"Destroy the array now, and all the backlash will fall on you."

Lu Yang released Yan Wuxiang, turned around and came to the front of the array plate, raising his right palm.

Yan Wuxiang finally panicked.

"We can't destroy it! If the array plate is destroyed, what's behind the door will find us directly!"

...

The golden dragon shadow pierced through the black array plate in an instant.

The plate was shattered into pieces.

Countless starlight surged from the crack, transforming into distorted human faces, all rushing towards Lu Yang.

The snake head behind the Xuanwu phantom suddenly opened its eyes.

The giant mouth opened wide.

It swallowed all the starlight whole.

The black lines between the eyebrows of more than 30,000 people in the city disappeared at the same time.

Inside the houses, the unconscious people opened their eyes one after another.

All eighty-one red lanterns were extinguished.

Yan Wuxiang's facial features changed rapidly.

The elderly, women, and children.

One stolen face after another fell off.

Finally, a pale, ordinary young face was revealed.

He turned and rushed towards the backyard of the noodle shop.

He had only taken two steps when a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Yan Wuxiang froze as Lu Yang's slap landed on his face.

He flew horizontally several meters away and crashed into the wall of the noodle shop.

The wall collapsed with a loud crash.

Yan Wuxiang lay amidst the rubble, completely unconscious.

Lu Yang shook his wrist.

"After holding it in for so long, I can finally play."

At the same time, a system notification sounded in his mind.

The special escort mission is nearing completion.

[Goods returned to their place: 31,426.]

[Not in position: 1.]

The smile on Lu Yang's face gradually disappeared.

One is missing?