What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

There is a resurrection point inside, after clicking on it, a black and white light spot appears, and he can choose the location freely.

After walking around the room, he finally set the resurrection point under his own bed.

This is a familiar place for him, and it is also relatively hidden, so he can use it temporarily.

"In the future, even if I die outside, I can resurrect here, which is relatively safer."

Song Shi clapped his hands, relaxed, and a wave of exhaustion came over him, and he fell asleep.

This time he is not afraid of anything, anyway, he can't die, sleeping peacefully and sweetly.

The rooster crows and the sun rises!

Song Shi was vaguely awakened by the sound of a dog barking.

In his embroidered bed, Song Shi opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the embroidered bed curtain. The focus was not on the several carp, but on the system panel that was being carefully examined.

"The system is really a good thing. It not only gives me a goal, but also gives me the ambition to cultivate immortality."

Song Shi smiled, "Although I have the fire spiritual root, I don't have any cultivation techniques or anyone to guide me, so I can't achieve it for a while."

Back to reality, he noticed that his body was dirty.

"Da Congming, have Xiaomei prepare a bucket of hot water for me!"

Song Shi got up and said to the window.

Da Congming is his personal guard, who rests with him at night and follows him during the day.

This guy is tall and strong, but his brain doesn't work well. He has exposed his visits to brothels several times.

Because he lacks what he lacks, Song Shi gave him the nickname Da Congming.

"Alright, Seventh Young Master."

With the sound of footsteps, Da Congming went to call someone.

Soon, an old woman came in carrying a large wooden bucket, followed by six servants carrying hot water, and Xiaomei, a maid, carrying toiletries such as rose petals and soap nuts.

"Seventh Young Master!"

The eight of them bowed respectfully.

"Well, once the water is poured, you can leave. I will wash myself."

This time, Song Shi didn't let Xiaomei bathe and change clothes for him. Mainly because he had many wounds on his body, it would cause trouble if they were discovered.

"Yes!"

The servants and maids prepared everything and then retreated. They didn't think much about it because they knew that this young master was more approachable and would take care of himself, unlike other young masters and ladies who were spoiled.

After taking a bath, Song Shi felt refreshed.

He looked at the dirty water in the wooden bucket and thought of the red-clothed female ghost who tried to kill him last night but was killed by him instead. He frowned, "There are indeed ghosts in this world. It seems that some of the rumors I've heard are not exaggerated. It's just that I was born in a wealthy family and rarely encounter them."

"Da Congming, in recent years, have there been any women from our Song family who drowned themselves?"

Song Shi walked towards the door and asked along the way. He knew that Da Congming would be waiting outside unless he was eating, sleeping, or going to the toilet.

"Yes, there are hundreds of female servants in the Song family. Every year, one or two of them either accidentally drown or drown themselves."

Da Congming replied in a deep and steady voice.

"Has anyone wearing red clothes jumped into the water by themselves?"

Song Shi opened the door and added a condition.

Da Congming straightened his body outside the door and saluted while whispering, "Young Master, I only know that there was one in the main house. It was related to the Third Young Master. It happened two years ago, and she was suppressed at that time."

"What exactly happened?"

Song Shi became interested. The Third Young Master, Song Hu, was the most hopeful person in the family to pass the imperial examination and enter officialdom. He was always aloof and arrogant, and he usually didn't even look at people. It was unexpected that he had an affair with an outsider and wasn't afraid of affecting his official career.

"Cough, I don't know the details, but I heard that the woman came to the door while pregnant, and later somehow jumped into the well and died."

Da Congming, whose real name is Liu Limang, likes to call himself Old Liu.

"Do you still not understand, you idiot?"

Song Shi was speechless.

"You, young master, have a noble identity. There's no need for you to know these unsavory things."

Da Congming chuckled, knowing full well that Song Shi was not well-regarded in this household. His mother was just a maid who had died early from illness, and they were usually served by servants like him.

If it weren't for hearing it from someone else, how would he have known this information?

He guessed that the young master had heard about it while drinking with someone at the Yuelou.

"It seems that I was taken advantage of by that ghost. Did she use me to intimidate Third Brother, or is she unable to get close to him?"

Song Shi frowned as he looked outside.

The autumn air was crisp, and the sunlight was bright.

He took a deep breath, pushing aside these speculations, and his heart calmed down completely.

"No matter how many monsters and ghosts there are in this world, I won't die. What is there to fear?"

He murmured to himself, "Since there are ghosts and monsters, it means there are also cultivators. I must come into contact with them if I want to cultivate immortality. I have no interest in fighting over family property with others!"

"Seventh Young Master!"

A burly man with a face full of flesh, red skin, and large copper bell-like eyes walked over.

Compared to the elegant and graceful Song Shi, this guy was over two meters tall and looked fierce and menacing. There was even a sense of oppression when he approached.

"Dai Dou, what's the matter?"

Song Shi had no expression on his face. This person was the bodyguard of the main branch and usually relied on his master's power, so he didn't show much respect towards him. Naturally, Song Shi didn't pay much attention to him either.

Dai Dou glanced sideways and casually spoke.

"Last night, an old gatekeeper died inexplicably. The master feels that the house is not clean and is planning to invite a monk from Jinyuan Temple to perform a ritual. It will be at three o'clock in the afternoon. The master said that all the male members of the family must be present on time. I'm just informing you so that you don't go to the Yuelou and stay out all night again."

"The gatekeeper died?"

Song Shi's expression changed, and he wondered if that ghost had already killed someone before targeting him.

"That's all. You take care of it."

Dai Dou couldn't be bothered to waste more words on this illegitimate child from a side branch and turned around, walking away with his head held high.

"Damn, who does he think he is?"

Da Congming cursed inwardly, "Just because he's from the main branch, he thinks he's superior. My strength is not inferior to his."

"Da Congming, are you considered first-class, second-class, or third-class now?"

Song Shi teased.

He knew that martial artists were divided into different classes, but unfortunately, he didn't practice martial arts because it was not allowed in his family. He was arranged to take the imperial examination route, so he didn't have much exposure and wasn't very clear about it.

"Of course, I'm first-class. If it weren't for my poor eyesight, hmph, I would be top-class."

Da Congming squinted his chicken-like eyes. His skin was dark, and his forehead had a sunken pit. His cheekbones were high, making him look quite comical.

"Tell me about the divisions among martial artists."

Song Shi was curious.

"Young master, the master has ordered that you should not be exposed to martial arts to avoid distracting you from the imperial examination."

Da Congming said seriously.

The children of the Song family were divided into the path of literature or martial arts based on their talents from a young age. Seventh Young Master was on the literary path and was not allowed to practice martial arts. If it was discovered that he leaked information about the martial arts world, he would undoubtedly be punished.

"You've said that many times, but what if I want to know today?"

Song Shi said coldly, his eyes shining with a fierce light, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

Da Congming was surprised, feeling that this dandy young master was a bit different today.