Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 50 The Sickly Bookboy

Manager Mao was tied up and thrown onto the bluestone slab.

The stone slab was too hard, and he was thrown around in a daze.

When Manager Mao looked up, he found that Han Siping, who was usually aloof and arrogant, had been thrown to the other side and was lying there like a pig about to be skinned alive.

The young man who had just tied him up, carrying a butcher's knife, walked up to Han Siping and hesitated, gesturing at him.
"I really don't know how to play the butcher. One slash and I'm probably dead. Can't we just wait for a butcher to come?"

The second young man took out several small bottles from his pocket:
"Go ahead and cut, I still have some wound medicine here, if you can stop the bleeding in time, you shouldn't die."

"This isn't quite right. An outsider trying to do things like an expert is bound to be a bit clumsy."

Manager Mao's face turned pale with fright.

Han Siping was tough; he peed himself.

The old man lay in a rocking chair, while the remaining young men massaged his shoulders, and Governor Liu grinned foolishly.

Officer Guo was in an awkward position, unsure whether to stand or kneel.

The old man was slightly displeased:

"Hey, don't scare him. We finally managed to get him back, and I still have some questions for him."

The two young men sighed and returned to the old man's back.

"Han Dajun, right? I have something I want to ask you."

"You...you say."

Han Siping swallowed hard.

"Who told you to send that tiger to guard the mountain?"

The old man asked with a smile.

"Ah," Han Siping's cold sweat had already formed a small stream on the bluestone pavement, "I...I've been greedy lately..."

The young man plunged a knife into Han Siping's kidney.

Han Siping opened his mouth as if to call out.

"If you scream, I'll stab you again."

He swallowed back his scream.

“I asked you this question, and you didn’t even try to explain the tiger.” The old man shook his head. “What did that person give you that made you go to so much trouble?”

"me……"

Han Siping's lips trembled slightly.

"You'll die if you say his name?" the old man asked again.

Han Siping didn't even dare to nod.

“I see. The general’s men are as despicable as ever. Mentioning the name of someone close to him will kill you instantly, and it’s not the first or second time.” The old man said, “In this courtyard, you can’t hear, see, or smell anything. Just speak normally, and say more. If you make me happy, I might spare your life.”

Hearing this guarantee, Han Siping knew that if he didn't speak up, he might really have no chance at all.

That is to say:
"That person was a pageboy, he looked quite young and sickly. I didn't know anything about his background, I only knew that he was very powerful, probably at the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, or even... at the Star Realm!"

"Where is he now?"

"do not know."

How does he contact you?

“I dream, and in my dreams he talks to me.”

What reward did he give you?

“I… he gave me my official position.”

"And he's just a minor official." The old man chuckled and cursed, "Alright, I guess this good-for-nothing can't say anything now."

The old man stood up and stood next to Han Siping:

"It's impossible for me to let you live, but since you confessed so readily, I'll let you die a quick death."

Han Siping stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth, intending to plead for mercy, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in the middle of his throat.

Looking down, he saw a sharp sword thrusting out from the tip of his throat!
A sharp blade had grown and spread from his body without him even realizing it, piercing his heart and lungs and tearing through his throat.

Han Siping struggled twice like a dead fish, then fell still.

Seeing this, the other shopkeeper, Mao, acted decisively and fainted from fright.

The old man completely ignored Manager Mao, only glancing sideways at the governor:
"Your subordinates are incompetent, so I should punish you."

The governor was utterly dejected and immediately knelt down: "You should punish me, but I finally found out my grandfather's location. Please let me at least fulfill my filial duty!"

“Alright. I was just about to go check on Cangsong.” The old man smiled. “But you can’t let him know you’re his grandson.”

The governor nodded repeatedly, patting his chest and assuring the governor that he would make his grandfather happy and comfortable without revealing his identity.

The old man looked at Officer Guo again, who was still standing there in a daze.

"You're not bad, but you're too straightforward. You're not suited to be a high-ranking official. You'll have to take over Si Ping's position for now. Get rid of demons when there are any, and get things done. Don't do anything else that's not your job."

Constable Guo scratched his head: "Isn't this a bit against the rules...? I have to wait for the imperial document."

The old man blinked and laughed heartily: "Yes! It's not quite in accordance with the rules. Well, you'll have to wait a month or two. After a month or two, the official documents will come."

The old man left the courtyard with the young man, no longer wanting to linger there.

Only after he had completely left did Officer Guo glance at Manager Mao, who had fainted on the ground.

"Governor, what should we do with this man?"

Governor Liu pondered for a moment.

"Have you found out my grandfather's identity?"

“Uh,” Constable Guo was clearly still not used to the governor calling a young man “Grandpa”: “That man is quite easy to find. He is the young master of Cangsong Water Company.”

“I’ve heard about Cangsong Water Trading Company. The man lying on the ground used to come and pay me respects to me. I know him. He’s both the manager of the water trading company and a member of the Mao family.” Governor Liu kicked Manager Mao. “The Mao family and the water trading company have never had a good relationship. You can give Grandpa a gift to greet him.”

……

After leaving the governor's mansion, the old man stroked his beard, deep in thought.

"Grandpa, what should we do next?" the young man asked.

“I haven’t heard of that page. He’s probably some evil person the general has sent. Let’s find some eyes to investigate him.”

"If that person really did light a star..." the young man said with some worry.

The old man didn't say anything.

If I actually give it a star, that would be troublesome.

We could kill some stars, but the cost of killing such people would be too high.

Last time, when he killed Dianxing, the old man fought his way from Danehe to Sanxing, and he developed many illnesses, from which he has not yet recovered.

Another one, that's really tough.

"We haven't heard from that page yet. Send out more spies to search the area. We'll have to go to Cangsong too."

The three young men nodded.

This trip to Cangsong was not to see the handsome gentleman, but to search for the whereabouts of the sick pageboy.

Those who cause illness must not be kept alive.

……

The shopkeeper sat in the carriage, which clattered along the road.

He was accompanied by two vehicles, one carrying food and the other carrying guards.

He's already sold the house and land, so Cangsong can't continue living there.

Even Han Bai, he didn't really want to go anymore.

When two sides are too close, you're bound to run into people you don't want to meet.

He also has a relative further south, not a very large one, but at least he can stay in that town. He can take his family and money there and maybe even make a comeback.

The carriage traveled for a while and was almost out of Yuxiang.

The further south they went, the hotter and more humid it became. The shopkeeper's wife wasn't feeling well, so he asked her to stop the carriage for a rest. The group of people then stood by the roadside to get some fresh air.

Several guards took out flags with the character "行" (xing, meaning "trade" or "gang"). If any bandits saw these flags, they would usually come out and match their flags. If they matched their flags, they would talk business. In some places, they would ask for some silver and sell you extra food; in other places, they would ask for food and give you some silver.

There aren't that many people who make a living solely by robbing.

Most of them are isolated villages in the wilderness.

While we were eating and drinking, we suddenly heard a cough coming from the street corner not far away:
"Cough cough."

Looking to the side, I saw a pageboy carrying a book basket coming up the muddy road.

He was not old, only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his face was pale and bloodless.

He walked slowly to the vegetable shopkeeper and the others, and cupped his hands in greeting.

The shopkeeper didn't know why this sickly man had come over. He didn't like people who coughed, but he still returned the greeting out of politeness.

"Ahem, everyone, I have a question to ask."

"Please say."

"Excuse me... where is Han Baicheng?"

The young page asked softly.

The shopkeeper simply pointed him in a direction, and the page bowed in thanks before turning and leaving.

As the pageboy walked further and further away, the shopkeeper suddenly felt a tickle in his throat.

He rubbed his throat, and for the moment he stopped coughing.

"Cough cough."

But his wife coughed.

Manager Cai glanced at him sideways.

A bright red bead appeared on his wife's forehead.

(End of this chapter)