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

Lu Yang stood in the dimly lit corridor, staring at the coffin in front of him with his name engraved on it, and remained silent for a long time.

twenty years ago.

Someone posted an escort mission using his name.

He was the one escorting him.

He was also the one who made the request.

The problem is, twenty years ago, it was uncertain whether he was still alive at all.

"Why have you stopped moving forward?"

The voice of the pale-faced woman came from deep within the corridor.

The white masks on both coffins turned simultaneously, looking at Lu Yang.

"Your home is just ahead."

Lu Yang glanced down at the coffin.

Who uses a coffin as a front door?

The pale-faced woman chuckled softly.

"A living person's home is a house."

"The home of the dead is naturally the coffin."

On both sides of the corridor, the coffins suddenly began to shake.

It was as if something inside was knocking on the coffin lid.

Lu Yang's expression remained unchanged.

"So, you've come to take me back to be buried?"

"It's back to its place." The pale-faced woman's voice became exceptionally gentle.

"What's on you shouldn't be here in the first place."

"Twenty years ago, someone stole you from the Black Ships."

"Now that Xuanwu has awakened, we have come simply to retrieve what we have lost."

Lu Yang raised an eyebrow.

"So, you're saying I'm still a commodity?"

"Of course you are."

The pale-faced woman spoke slowly:

"You have been the most valuable cargo on this ship for the past twenty years."

The moment she finished speaking, the coffin lid in front of Lu Yang suddenly opened.

Countless black chains shot out from the coffin, instantly binding his hands and feet.

The surface of the chain was covered with countless white faces.

Cries and screams of despair flooded into Lu Yang's ears.

"go home……"

"It's time to go home..."

"Stop running away..."

Lu Yang looked down at the chains binding him.

"I didn't intend to run away."

All the crying stopped at the same time.

"I just think you delivered this shipment to the wrong place."

The system notification reappeared.

The special escort commission file was damaged.

[The current route has been detected as inconsistent with the original escort route.]

Original destination: Home.

[Current Route: Burial of Gods.]

[WARNING: This escort mission has been maliciously rerouted.]

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

really.

The ship had no intention of taking him home.

The so-called "bringing him back" was actually a robbery from beginning to end.

[The escort target has been detected to be identical to the host.]

[The host may temporarily take over this escort mission.]

[Upon taking over, the host will simultaneously become both the bodyguard and the goods being escorted.]

Lu Yang didn't even think about it.

"take over."

[Special escort mission successfully taken over.]

[Current镖师: Lu Yang.]

[Current item being escorted: Lu Yang.]

Please ensure the safety of the goods being transported.

Lu Yang looked down and examined himself.

"That's easy."

"As long as the salvage is there, we are safe."

The black chains binding him tightened suddenly.

Deep inside the coffin, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, trying to forcibly drag him inside.

Lu Yang planted his feet firmly on the ground.

The phantom of Xuanwu slowly emerged behind him.

The thick chains were immediately stretched taut.

The pale-faced woman's voice finally showed a slight change in tone.

"Who are you talking to?"

Lu Yang raised his head.

"With the boss."

"The master said that this shipment will not go to the Burial God Ferry."

"As for you..."

He suddenly exerted force with both arms.

boom!

The chains binding his body exploded at the same time.

Numerous white faces emitted shrill screams and dissipated into black smoke.

Lu Yang kicked the coffin in front of him.

The heavy black coffin flew out instantly, crashing all the way down the corridor.

More than a dozen coffins on both sides exploded one after another.

There was no body inside the coffin.

There were only figures stitched together with black thread.

Their hands and feet were twisted, their faces were covered with white masks without features, and their bodies climbed up the walls and tops like spiders.

The next moment, all the figures rushed towards Lu Yang at the same time.

Lu Yang reached out and grabbed the first one, then swung it around and smashed it.

boom! boom! boom!

Inside the narrow corridor, the sounds of impacts continued.

One by one, the figures were smashed to pieces, turning into black threads that burrowed into the other coffins.

A moment later, it climbed out again from the front.

Lu Yang frowned.

"Isn't it over yet?"

"On the Black Ships, no one can kill the ship slaves."

The pale-faced woman's voice rang out again.

"Their lives were already intertwined with this ship."

"As long as the Black Ships exist, they will never die."

Lu Yang smashed the figure in front of him with a single punch.

"After all that talk, we still have to dismantle the ship."

In the system notification, a cyan route that only he could see slowly appeared.

The route stretched forward from beneath his feet.

It eventually landed deep in the corridor.

There, on the coffin, was the one with his name engraved on it.

The tampered escort route nodes have been discovered.

[Removing the relocation tokens can help recover some of the original authorization files.]

Lu Yang strode forward.

The ship slaves from all sides rushed at them again.

Too lazy to argue any longer, he reached out and grabbed a complete black coffin beside him, hoisting it onto his shoulder.

"Make way, everyone."

"I'm in a hurry."

The black coffin swept across the long corridor.

All the ship slaves along the way were slapped into the wall.

Lu Yang carried the coffin forward, forcefully carving a path through the dense crowd of ship slaves.

On the riverbank outside, the black boat suddenly began to rock violently.

The ship's hull gradually became ethereal.

Zhao Mingtang immediately looked up.

"The black ships are fleeing!"

Fang Xuan stared into the depths of the ship's deck, his expression somewhat grim.

"Lu Yang is still on the ship."

Shen Guanqi raised his left eye, and the gray-white life pattern in his pupil spun rapidly.

Above the black ship, a huge crack was slowly opening.

There is no sky inside the crack.

There was only an endless black ocean.

Countless coffins float on the sea.

"At most ten breaths."

Shen Guanqi said in a deep voice:

"Ten breaths later, the black ship will completely leave Duanlong River."

Bai Miyao, who was leaning on Bai Yixin's shoulder, suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked at Fang Xuan.

"Grandpa Fang, you seem very afraid of that ship."

Fang Xuan did not answer.

His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, slowly clenched.

At the same time, Lu Yang had already arrived at the end of the corridor.

The coffin engraved with his name still stands there quietly.

The blood-red writing on the coffin lid seemed to writhe like a living thing.

The figure of a pale-faced woman slowly emerged from behind the coffin.

"We can't go any further."

She stood in front of Lu Yang for the first time.

Lu Yang put down the coffin from his shoulder.

"It seems the thing is right here."

"If the diversion spike is removed, the Black Ships will lose their protection."

The pale-faced woman said coldly:

"At that time, you will plunge into the Duanlong River along with the entire ship."

"Isn't that perfect?"

"There will be someone outside to bail me out anyway."

Lu Yang took a step forward.

The pale-faced woman formed a mudra with her hands.

The entire corridor quickly narrowed.

The walls on both sides transformed into countless pale arms, tightly embracing Lu Yang's body.

A crack also appeared beneath his feet.

Below the crevice lay a black ocean filled with coffins.

"You have no idea where your home is!"

The pale-faced woman said sternly:

"You think those people outside are helping you?"

"They're just using you!"

"Especially Fang Xuan!"

Lu Yang paused slightly.

The pale-faced woman immediately stepped forward.

"Twenty years ago, it was him—"

boom!

Lu Yang punched her in the face.

The white mask shattered instantly.

"Just say what you want to say."

"Why are you standing so close?"

The pale-faced woman was sent flying backward, her body crashing into the coffin engraved with Lu Yang's name.

Lu Yang raised his foot and stepped on her shoulder.

He reached out and grabbed a rusty, long nail on the side of the coffin.

The long nail was wrapped in layers of black thread.

A six-petaled black lotus is engraved on the nail head.

"Don't pull it out!"

The pale-faced woman struggled violently.

"Lu Yang, you'll regret this!"

I've heard that phrase a lot lately.

Lu Yang exerted force with his five fingers.

"It hasn't worked yet."

Click!

He forcefully pulled the rust out.

The entire black ship suddenly shuddered.

All the ship slaves on both sides of the corridor stopped moving at the same time.

The next moment, the white masks on their faces exploded one after another.

Countless black lines surged from the ship's hull, rushing madly towards Lu Yang.

The black serpent head behind Lu Yang suddenly opened its eyes.

The giant mouth opened wide.

All the black lines were instantly swallowed.

The six-petaled black lotus at the bottom of the boat let out a sharp screech.

The six petals shattered inch by inch.

Without the support of the black lotus, the black ship, which had already entered half of the crack, suddenly plummeted.

boom!

The ship was smashed back into the Duanlong River.

The river water surged up to a height of more than ten feet.

The corridor in front of Lu Yang collapsed rapidly.

The pale-faced woman's body also shattered.

Only half of the tattered mask remained, floating in the air.

The eyes behind the mask were fixed on Lu Yang.

"Fang Xuan lied to you."

He lied to everyone.

"One day, you will come to find me yourself."

Lu Yang raised his hand and grabbed the mask.

"Next time we meet, remember to wear a more robust face."

Bring your five fingers together.

The white mask shattered with a crash.

The entire black ship began to collapse.

Lu Yang kicked open the ship's deck and leaped out.

The phantom of Xuanwu stepped on the surging river and landed steadily on the shore.

The black ship behind him transformed into countless black paper scraps before everyone's eyes, which were swept into the night sky by the river wind.

The system notification sounded again.

37% of the original commission files have been recovered.

The identity of the former escort has been confirmed.

[Name: Fang Xuan]

[Reason for mission interruption: The previous镖师 (bodyguard/escort) altered the escort route without authorization and released the goods without permission.]

After reading the instructions, Lu Yang slowly raised his head.

Fang Xuan stood not far away, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Their eyes met in the darkness of the night.

Lu Yang was silent for a moment: "Twenty years ago, you also escorted a shipment of goods?"

Fang Xuan sighed softly.

"Passed."

"What's the item being smuggled called?"

Fang Xuan looked at him and said, word by word:

"Lu Yang".

"But back then, you—"

"Not yet born."