I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

While Liao Jinzhong was inviting experts from the Mirror Division, Xu Qing, the local overlord of the Jin Sect, also arrived at the Baisha River bank holding a fragrant shoe filled with the scent of corpse incense.

This place was at the river's mouth in Linjiang, where goods piled up like mountains on the shore, and the river was forested with masts, with fishing and merchant ships docked seemingly denser than the houses on the shore.

Land is the domain of the Fire Corpses, forests are the territory of the Fur Corpses, and waters are the most suitable places for the Black Corpses to reside.

Xu Qing, in his three forms, had just arrived at the river's mouth when he felt the agitation of the Unstable Black Water within him. At that moment, the sinister nature to cause chaos that was etched into the bones of zombies was completely unleashed.

The corpse teeth, about an inch long, were cold and terrifying, holding a corpse poison that even the king cobra couldn't rival.

The corpse claws, about a foot long, could slice through iron like mud, superior to any treasured sword or blade!

At this moment, previously resembling a moral model of Jin Sect, Xu Qing had already transformed into an inhuman appearance.

The water's aura awakened the boiling Unstable Black Water within him. Xu Qing's skin color turned from white to dark, resembling the gray-white complexion of corpses that had been in morgues for a long time.

Leaping into the Baisha River, the moment Xu Qing touched the water, the surrounding moisture seemed to find its core, instinctively converging towards Xu Qing.

The Black Corpse, though not yet evolved into a Water Fiend, had already shown initial signs of controlling the tides.

Xu Qing walked on the waves as if on flat ground.

At the same time, he opened his wide sleeves, and a dozen nimble paper cranes used the white river surface as cover to fly over the river waves, arriving in front of the convoy of ships docked by the Mirror Division.

While scouting the convoy, Xu Qing spotted Feng Erye and his men, and saw the ship's chef carrying a hefty chicken along with the pretending-dead Little Willow Immortal heading to the kitchen.

Xu Qing observed that the crew seemed thoroughly equipped, suggesting they planned to leave the Jin Sect, and today's capture of Feng Erye and others for interrogation was likely the last madness before their departure.

You say, your own godson doesn't do anything proper, lying down is one thing, but to make someone else's godson into dishes to display on the table while you watch them eat...

This matter, not to mention people, even Xu Qing, this zombie, couldn't bear to watch.

After all, speaking truthfully, this eunuch's son was something he personally made, so it had somewhat to do with him. If he were to ignore it, it would surely make him seem quite inhumane.

Even a dead person, shouldn't they have the air of a dead person?

In the ship's kitchen, the chef was standing in front of the clay stove, talking with a few assistant cooks.

"This chicken is really fat, I wonder how it's fed."

"Whoa, it's quite fierce too. Sany, go fetch a knife to kill the chicken, remember to keep the blood in a bowl, we'll use it later."

After instructing on killing the chicken, the chef further instructed another person, "This snake seems scared to death, quickly skin it while it's fresh and let it bleed, or else the taste might turn bad later."

As the chef finished speaking, the previously rigid, pretending-dead Little Willow Immortal suddenly thawed like an eel emerging from the mud and seized the opening to escape.

Human instinct fears snakes, and the unexpected shock made each assistant cook evade, with the head chef urgently shouting, "Quick! Quickly catch it! If it escapes, none of us will fare well!"

However, the assistants ultimately reacted a beat slower, and as they began to catch the snake, Little Willow Immortal had already burst through the porthole, falling towards the deck outside.

At the last moment before hitting the ground, a strong hand suddenly reached out from an angle, grabbing Little Willow Immortal by the waist.

At the porthole, the obese body of the head chef forced itself out of the window, scouring back and forth but finding no trace of the snake.

Above the first porthole level, Xu Qing, holding the second-floor railing with one hand, looked down at the Little Willow Immortal biting his wrist.

The Little Willow Immortal's snake teeth sparked fiercely, but couldn't bite through the wrist of the person before it.

Once exhausted, it raised its head, only to see a face plastered with white paper painted with dice, featuring inexplicable red dots.

Beneath the mask, Xu Qing did not breathe, resembling a corpse completely.

With a master on the ship, if there were any living beings with a pulse or heartbeat left hidden, they certainly couldn't escape the master's detection.

But Xu Qing was different. Once the mysterious surveillance feeling vanished, Xu Qing executed his Wall-Climbing Skill, silently slipping into the kitchen.

With a gesture for silence towards Little Willow Immortal, Xu Qing shifted his attention to the kitchen, where a few chefs were muttering on how to turn the eel into snake meat to be sent to the Master.

Once a solution was decided, they turned around, only to find the cage holding the rooster wide open, the rooster already gone elsewhere.

"Sany, I told you to kill the chicken, where's the chicken?"

The assistant named Sany responded helplessly, "I heard you shouting the snake had escaped, so I came over to help..."

As those words came out, the head chef was enraged, with his fat quivering all over. Losing the snake was one thing, but now the chicken too. What was to be done?

What can be done, after all, just replace it with another chicken, no one can tell what it looked like alive once it's cooked into a dish.

You can't let this get out, because if the Master found out, a punishment would be inevitable.

Once the snake liver and phoenix marrow dish was prepared, the head chef asked who would deliver it?

Each of the assistants looked at each other, but when push came to shove, they started deferring to one another.