I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 353 - 190: Headless Corpse, Settling Old Scores (Par

Xu Qing glanced at him sideways.

Thinking to myself, if I ask you to hand over the sword and you turn around and do it, it’s not surprising that others would trick you into buying fake jade pendants.

Shang Shaoyang was stunned for a mont, how can that be the sa? Brother Xu is a good person. We’ve only known each other for a few days, yet he’s done more good deeds than so officials do in a year!

Others might be bad people, but Brother Xu definitely isn’t that type!

Xu Qing ignored this pampered second-generation, for he is just a zombie, not so great philanthropist.

On the way back to Second Uncle Feng’s house, Shang Shaoyang’s chatterbox mouth didn’t stop.

Anyone who didn’t know would think they had encountered a chatterbox ghost earlier, and now it’s possessed him.

"Brother Xu, where did you learn your ghost-catching skills? Are there really enlightened masters in this world?"

Xu Qing responded flawlessly: "Those who do business with the deceased encounter strange things from ti to ti. They are rely remnants of the deceased’s obsession, nothing worth ntioning. As for enlightened masters..."

"If I truly knew an enlightened master, I wouldn’t put in so much effort to trick people into buying a graveyard."

"In the end, all beings under heaven toil for a living..."

Shang Shaoyang’s attention was imdiately diverted; Xu Qing had just openly said that the graveyard was a scam.

Xu Qing feigned ignorance, Did I just say that? How co I don’t rember?

Shang Shaoyang, with a dark face, said he wanted a refund.

Xu Qing replied, The black and white ink, the red seal, since the transaction is completed, there’s no reason for a refund!

After all, a Yin Residence cannot compare to other items; once returned, it sowhat affects resale.

One spoke deceitfully, the other candid, the forr didn’t take it seriously, and the latter didn’t take it to heart.

Upon returning to Second Uncle’s mansion, Xu Qing straightforwardly said: "That rogue has been executed, thanks to Young Master Shang. Whatever Second Uncle wants to ask, just ask him. The sky’s getting dark, so I’ll head back to rest. If there’s anything, we can talk more in detail tomorrow among us n."

While speaking, Xu Qing gave Second Uncle Feng a aningful look, a shrewd person who imdiately pulled Shang Shaoyang aside to ask about the events.

Seeing Xu Qing about to leave, Shang Shaoyang still wanted to follow.

He had many questions left unanswered, but couldn’t break free from Second Uncle’s hold, ultimately staying behind with Second Uncle and Ji Ruinian.

Xu Qing, who had been stuck to by Shang Shaoyang all day, was utterly fed up; he was more comfortable going back to his corpse!

Returning to the funeral shop, Xu Qing fed the snacks swiped from Second Uncle’s mansion to Xuan Yu, then eagerly went into the morgue to pour out the headless corpse ghost from the Doumi Bowl!

The sizzling smoke from the corpse combined with a burnt-to-the-bone skull rolled onto the cold bed.

Xu Qing shook his head, even fighting a fraud requires skill; if you’re not skilled enough, but dare to dig up soone’s eyeballs, you’re just wandering the cetery, not far from being buried.

Attaching the head frequently held in arms to the body, the Sutra of Salvation sounded, revealing an unknown past to Xu Qing.

Three places in Luojing City are the most bustling: Dongsi, Xidan Archway, Vegetable Market, and the Tianqiao outside the South Gate.

Tianqiao Street outside the South Gate gathers talents from all over the world, martial artists selling skills, street acrobats, vendors selling dicine and Strength Pills...

And the headless corpse before Xu Qing was a Colorful Performance Master playing tricks on Tianqiao Street!

Colorful Performance Masters are also called Strange Play Artists; there hadn’t been an extraordinary one in front of the South Gate Tianqiao until half a year ago when a Headless Immortal called Wang Half-Immortal arrived.

Why is he called Wang Half-Immortal? Because he’s not a real immortal, nor has he learned any immortal technique; the only act he performs, the headless skill, is just a deceptive trick.

If he truly could behead without dying, he’d have joined the army and gained unparalleled fa long ago.

One day, Wang Half-Immortal was performing his usual headless skill at Tianqiao.

His apprentice picked up a Ghost Head Broadsword beside him, sprayed a mouthful of strong liquor on it, shouted loudly, and Wang Half-Immortal’s fine head rolled down.

Wang Half-Immortal caught his own head with his hand, with both hands like holding a wine jar, the jar having a nose and eyes, feeling no pain, interacting with the audience cheekily.

"Ladies and gentlen, this headless skill of mine originally is a secret technique of the Nine Heavens, not easily activated. Every activation costs three years of lifespan, a divine punishnt, and cannot be revealed to the world."

"But I don’t want people to remain ignorant of such marvelous skills in the world; therefore, I’d rather defy fate to display this technique."

"I, Wang Half-Immortal, don’t seek repaynt. Those who have money, support financially so I can save for my coffin fund, to have a place to rest in the future. If you don’t have money, just support with your presence. As long as you’re entertained, I haven’t labored in vain!"

People say so folks would rather lose life than stop making money, hanging their heads at their belts to gain applause, like those performing sword-swallowing, throat-stabbing, chest-crushing with stones.

But those are mostly deceptive tricks perford using props; when seen too often, they beco routine.

Wang Half-Immortal, however, is different; at the very least, it seems he truly has his head hanging at his belt!

Plus, his speech is convincing; he’s not begging for money to drink and carefree wander brothels, but to save for his coffin fund, leaving a later path for himself.

Upon hearing this, people felt obliged to give a few copper plates, otherwise they’d feel uneasy.

In this way, Wang Half-Immortal thrived at Tianqiao, until one day packing up, he passed by a female divination master’s fortune stall.