Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 77 Wishing you an early Happy New Year
“Brother,” the young man said cheerfully, walking to the back of the cart and patting the two large boxes on it, “where did you find this treasure?”

Lin Jiang's gaze swept over the group of people.

His coarse cloth shorts were unremarkable, but the object hanging from his waist was eye-catching.

There were several benches.

These are all low stools, with legs so short that you probably have to squat in a horse stance to sit down.

The bench's support handles are movable and can open outwards, aiming for a surprise attack.

It is indeed a rare and unusual weapon.

"Are you all brothers under Lord Red Bench?"

Lin Jiang asked with a smile.

"Wow, brother, you have a good eye!" The leader stepped on the cart shaft, a forced smile on his face.
"This cage is the standard type used in the village. We won't make things difficult for you. Just explain where you came from, leave your belongings, and we'll let you go."

"That's easy to say," Lin Jiang said with a smile. "Is Chief Hong in the village now?"

The young man's eyes narrowed.

"What does this have to do with you? Don't try to evade the question!"

"I apologize for my abruptness." Lin Jiang dismounted. "I found this on the road. Please take it back to Master Hong."

"You're smart to know what's good for you." The young man pulled up his horse. "When you go to get your travel permit, just say my name, Wang Qi, and no one will give you any trouble."

They just led the horse away like that.

Lin Jiang took out a lantern from his sleeve:
"I'll trouble you to follow them, young lady."

"You flatter me, my lord."

With two light laughs, the lantern transformed into a butterfly, fluttering in the air and following the group of people, landing on the leader's shoulder.

Lin Jiangxi's hand gesture was very discreet; although many pedestrians on the road were looking in his direction, they did not notice his movement with the lantern.

After doing this, when Lin Jiang took the child back to the innkeeper's house in town, the gate was indeed more imposing than the previous houses, indicating that it belonged to a wealthy family.

The entire household was in a state of frantic panic, having searched frantically for the child for the past two days. After Lin Jiang brought the child to their door, the family was extremely grateful and wanted to hold a banquet to express their thanks.

Lin Jiang readily agreed.

While looking for a cook to prepare the dishes, Manager Liu chatted with the family for a bit and learned that they ran an inn. Earlier that morning, their staff had taken their child to the market, but in the blink of an eye, the staff got lost in the bustling city and disappeared.

They had searched the nearby villages in hopes of finding some clues about the child, but unexpectedly, the child was sent back.

As the teacup was nearly empty, a butterfly gracefully landed on Lin Jiang's shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear.

Lin Jiang put down his teacup, stood up, and smiled at the busy father of the child:

"Master, I'll be going out for a bit."

"Is there something important for you, esteemed guest? I'll have the waiter do it," the host asked hastily.

"It's nothing serious, but the night market is just opening and I'm craving some snacks and drinks. I'll definitely be back before the feast starts."

……

At the edge of the village, in a secluded house, Hong Ban Deng was rubbing a bag in his hands, his face full of delight.

He beckoned his men to bring over a vase, then opened the bag, shoved it over the vase, and swallowed the entire piece of porcelain whole in a moment.

"As expected of the craftsmanship of the Casting Department! This Mustard Seed Universe has many wonders; it can really hold things!"

Red Bench genuinely loves the little gadgets in his hands.

At noon, he specially sent someone to escort two boxes of gold ingots to a merchant from Changyun. In exchange, he obtained this small bag from the Casting Office.

The opening of the small bag could be stretched wide, up to the size of a cow, and inside the bag, according to the merchant, was a black house measuring 33 feet in length, height, and width.

But you can't stuff a person inside, or they'll suffocate.

Although it's expensive, it's really worth it.

When traveling the world, the red bench needs to carry many things in its bag. With this bag, it becomes much more convenient for everyday use and a better tool for fighting.

Just as he was admiring the treasure in his hands, a sudden knock on the door startled him so much that his eyebrows shot up.
"Who?"

"Brother Hong, it's me. I've found a treasure for you on the street."

Upon hearing this voice, the red bench's expression softened somewhat.

He told his men to open the door, and the young man immediately walked in with a sheepish grin.

The young man was his apprentice, and he was quite clever; he had just learned to use a stool to lock someone's throat the other day.

"You said you found treasure on the street, what kind of treasure?" The young man immediately waved behind him, and several of his men brought up the box right away.

Red Bench glanced at it and frowned: "A knock-off box? What kind of treasure is this?"

"Brother, you are unaware of this."

The young man immediately recounted what had just happened on the street to Red Bench. After listening to this, Red Bench's brows slowly furrowed.

Then, he slammed his hand on the table:
"You idiot! You've ruined this!"

"Bad...bad thing?"

The young man hadn't expected the red bench to react this way.

"That man dared to openly drag our suitcase down the street. He didn't just pick it up somewhere; he robbed it! He gave you the suitcase out of kindness? He must have been following you!"

"what?"

The young man was dumbfounded: "I've been staring behind me the whole time, and I haven't seen anyone following us!"

"There are so many methods in the world, how would you know what techniques they use?"

Red Bench couldn't sit still any longer, so he simply stuffed the two boxes of treasures into a bag, and then called out to the people around him:

"Hurry up and go back to the mountain stronghold. It's not safe here anymore."

"Yes, what Boss Hong said makes sense. Young people should learn from this."

Lin Jiang kicked the red bench in the neck and broke it, and the lantern in his hand slowly regained its luster.

The lanterns could conceal their movements, and Lin Jiang had actually been listening to their conversation the whole time.

The young man stared at the corpses on the ground for a long time, until Lin Jiang reached out and took the bag from Boss Hong's hand, at which point he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"I was just thinking that I should pay a visit to Boss Hong, but I really didn't know what excuse to use. After thinking about it carefully, I think I should wish everyone a happy new year in advance."

The large group of people in the room were terrified and hurriedly fled towards the door. But as soon as the door opened, they saw a man standing there.

The ghost blocked the door with its body, so no one could get out.

He couldn't stop muttering:
"Young Master, it's not even summer yet, your New Year's greetings are a bit too early."

Lin Jiang snapped the young man's neck, clapped his hands, and sighed:

"I just really don't know how to say it."

Hearing that nearby merchants had noticed the commotion, Lin Jiang immediately stuffed the corpses into the bag and then took out the lantern and waved it again.

With a flash of light, Lin Jiang's figure disappeared.

When the arrival party checked, they found that Red Bench and his men had already disappeared.

A short while later, Lin Jiang appeared in the surrounding woods.

He first touched the lantern and praised it, saying, "Your skill is remarkable."

"You flatter me, sir. I may not have any other tricks up my sleeve, but I do have this much skill."

The lantern was very happy.

He emptied the bag in his hand, and several corpses fell out.

Then, when the tiger-skin cloak was taken out, even the cloak was stunned:
"Young Master, your efficiency is a bit too high! Counting these few on the ground, I've eaten more than ten in the past two days!"

"Not too high, not too low," Lin Jiang said. "I was actually quite restrained, it's just that this place is eerie, there are a lot of people who deserve to be killed."

"Hiss." Tiger knew Lin Jiang was telling the truth, but people who usually travel the martial arts world wouldn't kill every villain they caught, would they?

Oh well, I won't go hungry following the young master anyway.

The tiger-skin cloak gave up on thinking.

While the tiger-skin cloak was eating, Lin Jiang took the bag and smiled.

Sigh, these bandits are really kind people. They knew we were short of storage treasures, and they even delivered them to us.

After putting away the bag and waiting for the cloak to be chewed up for a while, until one hand was almost gone, Lin Jiang put the cloak away as well.

He returned to the house shortly afterward, where the host immediately greeted him:
"Young master, how is our village?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"He is warm-hearted, which is very good."

(End of this chapter)