Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 63 Mom

Miao Zhuzi turned around and approached Mu Qingfeng, her slender body, shorter than Mu Qingfeng's, leaning closer to the female constable who was of the same sex.

Miao Zhuzi carried a faint fragrance of incense from the Taoist temple, which smelled particularly comforting in this blood-soaked environment.

Mu Qingfeng felt a little uncomfortable and took a slight step back.

"What, what are you going to do?" Mu Qingfeng swallowed nervously.

"Officer Mu, what are you afraid of? I can't do anything to you. I'm just asking you to plead for my senior brother."

Miao Zhuzi approached step by step, her foxy eyes staring intently upwards at the female constable's eyes. Miao Zhuzi had been so normal lately that Lin Fan had almost forgotten the foxy 'sewing senior sister' he first met.

"Qingfeng, I thought we were sworn brothers. Or are you still going to handle things officially? If so, it will really hurt his feelings. Here's what we'll do: as long as you release my senior brother, I'll let you do whatever you want with him."

As she spoke, Miao Zhuzi stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked Mu Qingfeng's oval face.

Mu Qingfeng felt extremely uncomfortable. "Hey, we're both women. What am I supposed to do with you?"

"Hehe, besides, deep down you don't want your senior brother to get into trouble, do you?"

Mu Qingfeng usually mingled with men without any problem, but today he blushed and became shy because of a woman.

Feeling so uncomfortable, she turned away and waved.

"Ugh, this is so annoying. Registrar Jia said you are highly suspicious and cannot be let go, but... but... I'm really not good at using my brain."

As he spoke, Mu Qingfeng scratched his head.

"Forget it, forget it. At worst, I won't do this job anymore. If you guys want to run away, then we can all run away together. Anyway, I'm not young anymore. I might as well take this opportunity to quit my job, find someone to marry, and that's it."

Upon hearing this, Miao Zhuzi hugged Mu Qingfeng from behind, her delicate body pressing against the female constable's firm back.

"That's great, Qingfeng, I like you the most."

Lin Fan watched the two women being so affectionate in front of him and sighed helplessly, "I don't need your help with this. I have my own plans. Go back first and report what happened here to Registrar Jia."

Upon hearing this, Miaozhu stared at Lin Fan with displeasure, as if to say that she was like a clown, having worked so hard only to be met with no appreciation.

After a while.

Lin Fan and his two companions, along with the three bald, burly men from Tanjie Temple, reunited in the main hall of Registrar Jia's residence.

Clerk Jia was wearing a bathrobe and yawning. He had his own room in the yamen, but for the convenience of working, he didn't go home and slept here instead.

Upon hearing Lin Fan's words, he was greatly surprised, all sleepiness vanished, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"What? What did you say? The entire Feng family is dead? All of them are dead?"

Mu Qingfeng reported truthfully, "Lord Jia, the exact number of people is still being counted, but based on what I've seen, there shouldn't be any survivors."

In fact, Lin Fan and Mu Qingfeng deserve a lot of credit for this. If they hadn't worked so hard during the day to arrest the entire Feng family genealogy and imprison them, the enemy wouldn't have been wiped out so easily.

"One hundred and thirty-one, ninety-six, five constables, one Taoist priest, and several jailers, right? Hmm, and, and..." Clerk Jia counted. His voice gradually became excited.

"Two hundred and fifty-seven, two hundred and fifty-seven! Do you know what this number means? It's the case with the most murders in the history of the Great Qian Dynasty's legal system, involving the notorious villain Tang Boqian, known as the 'Killer.'"

"We're just a few people away from breaking his record! If we just gather a few more, just a little more, we can break his record! Once I solve this case, won't I be remembered in history like that Magistrate Bao?"

Seeing his excited expression, the others frowned slightly. The registrar seemed less to be discussing human lives and more to be stating a simple number. What did "let's add more" mean? How?

Clerk Jia quickly calmed down, showing no remorse whatsoever, as if he hadn't said anything of any great importance.

"I apologize, everyone. I got a little carried away and lost my composure. So, Officer Chen, will this living curse you're talking about kill people again?"

Miao Zhuzi answered on Lin Fan's behalf: "Curses are inherently unpredictable and cannot be judged by ordinary standards. However, since he has already killed so many people, it is more likely that he will continue to do so in the future."

"This is not good, Qingfeng. You just said that even Officer Li might not be his match. Is that true?"

Mu Qingfeng nodded in response.

Registrar Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, "I can't let my county have such an unstable factor."

Clerk Jia glanced at Lin Fan and his two companions, who were covered in filth, and knew they hadn't won the fight and couldn't be relied upon. He then turned to the three monks from Tanjie Temple.

"Do the eminent monks have a solution?"

“Amitabha,” Master Fakong chanted a Buddhist prayer, “If what you all say is true, this thing is a colored yaksha, and our methods may be effective against it. However, we have never encountered such a powerful evil spirit before, and we cannot guarantee that we can subdue it. Moreover, we cannot find its whereabouts at the moment. This humble monk needs to return to our temple and ask the masters for their help.”

Clerk Jia nodded. If the monks of Tanjie Temple were willing to help, then even if the thing couldn't be eliminated, it could be driven away.

He was about to say a few words of flattery to the senior monks when Lin Fan interrupted him.

"Don't always think about relying on them. With such a big incident, is there really nothing the government can do?" Lin Fan's knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword. He actually wanted to ask how such an incompetent court had managed to survive until now.

"If you're so incompetent, you might as well let a monk become emperor from now on."

Upon hearing this, everyone except the monk looked at Lin Fan in shock. Could such words be said so casually?

Clerk Jia's expression shifted several times. He had initially wanted to berate Lin Fan for his disloyalty and injustice, but ultimately decided to pretend he hadn't heard him. Such words, let alone spoken, could cost one's head even if heard. Only someone like Lin Fan would dare to say such things so casually.

"Of course there is," Clerk Jia explained, downplaying the seriousness of the matter. "I immediately wrote to my superiors, making it clear that the situation is severe. I think the Astronomical Bureau's Celestial Master will come to eradicate the evil spirits within a few days."

Lin Fan immediately retorted, "A few days? By the time they arrive, the entire Baishi County will probably be completely ruined. Let's all start praying to Buddha tomorrow; maybe there's still hope."

He roughly understood how the vagrant who ate the flesh relic in the Red-Clad Demon had slaughtered an entire county. The imperial court couldn't possibly lack the power to suppress these strange entities; otherwise, the Great Qian Dynasty would no longer be the Great Qian. It was simply that they couldn't respond quickly enough, leaving remote areas unrecoverable.

"Alright, everyone disperse." Registrar Jia decided to ignore Lin Fan's treasonous remarks. "Qingfeng, you should go and rest too. Constable Li and the other two squads of constables will take over here and at the prison."

He then turned to Fakong, bowed, and said, "Master Fakong, thank you for your trouble."

Fakong clasped his hands together, indicating that he would return to the temple that very night to request reinforcements, leaving only his two junior brothers to protect the county government office.

Lin Fan didn't bother arguing with Clerk Jia. The old man didn't want to talk, and there was no point in asking. This guy was even more unreliable than a monk.

His injuries had healed somewhat thanks to the effects of the powerful pill, but this time his injuries were quite severe, and he felt pain all over his body.

If it weren't for the Soul-Suppressing Pearl constantly relieving his pain, he wouldn't be able to move around normally at all.

Lin Fan just wanted to go back to bed and lie down for a while. He couldn't use the Soul-Suppressing Pearl anymore; if he went back, he would have to vomit it up, and he would have to endure all the pain on his own. Sleeping was out of the question.

Lin Fan dragged himself along slowly through the deserted yamen at night.

Miao Zhuzi was still angry because he had rejected her proposal to escape, so she simply left without a word. Mu Qingfeng went straight out of the government office and home.

Lin Fan was walking alone, and the midnight wind felt especially cold on his wounded body.

"At midnight, all was well and nothing happened."

Suddenly sensing something, Lin Fan stretched out his right hand into the darkness before him.

call--

The hoe that he had placed in the corner of the room suddenly appeared in his hand.

Lin Fan's lips twitched, his eyes rolled back, and he stood there, trapped in the eerie illusion of the Red Robe Curse.

"Mommy..." A heart-shaped baby's head peeked out from the roof and called softly in Lin Fan's direction.