Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 29 Murderer

The men of the Wu family should all be in the main hall in the front yard, while the servants wouldn't be dressed in such fine clothes.

After a quick analysis, Lin Fan immediately realized that the man was up to something.

Even if I'm wrong, there's nothing wrong with just stopping him to ask a few casual questions.

Unfortunately, Lin Fan quickly lost track of the man. The man's steps were light and quick, and he seemed very familiar with the layout of the winding mansion.

Lin Fan sighed and had no choice but to continue walking towards his original destination, which was the scene where Grandpa Wu was murdered.

There's nothing special about this place; it's just a small courtyard of only a few square meters, furnished with stone tables and chairs, and planted with some bamboo.

The so-called signs of a fight were nothing more than a chair overturned and bamboo bent, which were hard to spot without careful observation.

Lin Fan glanced at the elegant courtyard and couldn't help but sigh, "Everything about the rich people in the county town seems so good."

When Lin Fan visited those gardens during his travels in his previous life, he didn't find anything special about those old houses and cramped courtyards. It wasn't until he actually lived in Bailin Village for a while that he realized just how luxurious the mansions of these rich people really were.

This place is very close to Bailin Village. The rich and the poor live in the same space, yet lead completely different lives.

Lin Fan gathered his thoughts and returned to the matter at hand.

The only clue Lin Fan found was that there was no clue at all. There were no traces of the cat demon at the scene, not even cat hair or paw prints.

Of course, it's possible that the cat demons of the Great Qian Dynasty are different from the cat demons he knew before.

Lin Fan casually pulled over another servant to ask, since he could still hear the chanting outside. Once the chanting stopped, he would go back; ultimately, the Wu family's affairs were none of his concern. He was now a member of the Linglong Temple, and was simply doing his best.

"A well-dressed man?" The servant frowned slightly. "Young Taoist priest, I am just a lowly servant. How would I know about the affairs of the masters?"

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, then changed his approach: "Besides the men in this house, there are also distinguished guests from outside. Who else would wear clothes like that?"

"I do know, it's probably our Steward Zhao."

Butler, some thoughts came to Lin Fan's mind.

"Does your housekeeper and your eldest grandmother usually have close contact?"

The servant hurriedly put his index finger to his mouth: "Little Taoist priest, you can't just say things like that. But if you ask me, this is baseless. Although our head steward is nominally a steward, he spends most of his time managing the shops outside. All the shopkeepers are under his jurisdiction."

"To be honest, the second steward, who is in charge of household affairs, is more suspicious. Now that you mention it, I do recall some rumors about the second steward and the eldest mistress. Let me tell you about them..."

The servant seemed intrigued and wanted to embellish the gossip he had heard and retell it.

"Alright, that's enough. Do you know where your head steward is?"

Lin Fan quickly interrupted him. He had seen the second steward before; he had been busy in the front room. The man from earlier couldn't possibly be him.

Of course, this doesn't mean that everyone present was necessarily unrelated to the matter. However, Lin Fan wasn't a detective; he could only investigate based on what he could find.

"I don't know where the head steward is. But his residence is right next to the mansion. It's the side courtyard past the northwest wall of the mansion."

Lin Fan walked along the courtyard wall toward the spot the servant had pointed out.

The northwest is quite humid, and there are hardly any people living in the houses here, not even a single servant.

Strange graffiti was drawn on the wall by water stains, and Lin Fan's cloth shoes were wet by dew on the ground.

Smelling the musty, decaying odor in the air, and hearing the chanting fading into the distance, Lin Fan unconsciously grew tense.

The knuckles of his hand holding the wooden sword were slightly white.

The narrow, deserted corridor gradually heightened his tension. Lin Fan felt an urge to turn around and leave; ultimately, he had no reason to take any risks.

"Meow~"

The meowing of a cat behind him instantly shattered his extreme tension.

Lin Fan felt a chill run down his spine and straight to his brain.

He quickly turned around and pointed his wooden sword in the direction from which the sound came.

Meow~ A tabby cat looked down at the human in front of it, its vertical pupils filled with a hint of confusion, whether wondering why there was a person here or why this person was so strange.

Lin Fan swung his wooden sword, chasing away the cat that looked quite ordinary.

Phew, I was just too nervous.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Lin Fan quickly assessed the surrounding situation.

After confirming that no one was around, Lin Fan immediately took out the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and swallowed it.

Regardless of whether there is danger ahead, he must be fully prepared. With that thought, he took out another powerful pill and held it in his hand.

Lin Fan didn't really trust the effects of this stuff, but if he was really in danger, he would eat it without hesitation, as any help he could get was good.

The low wall in front of us is the barrier between the main house and the side courtyard where the head steward lives. These inner courtyard walls were originally only for separation, not for security.

Lin Fan braced himself with both hands, and the agile young man easily vaulted over the wall.

Ugh! The sudden sight before Lin Fan made him feel nauseous, but thankfully the Soul-Suppressing Pearl absorbed his emotions in time, preventing him from losing his composure. He returned to his original route for breakfast.

Because there was a woman hanging from the tree in front of them.

A hemp rope was wrapped around her neck and she was hung from a tree branch.

The eyes of the hanged ghost are bulging and wide open, and its gaze seems to be filled with resentment.

"Well, actually, this is just an illusion caused by blood rushing to the brain," Lin Fan tried to reassure himself.

Even though her facial features are quite distorted, you can still tell that she must have been a pretty woman in life, just a little older.

If it were just a hanged person, Lin Fan wouldn't find it so terrifying.

The woman's clothes and chest were completely cut open from the middle, exposing her internal organs.

The swollen heart and lungs squeezed out from between the ribs.

Its intestines were hanging all the way down to the ground.

Like a pig that has been cut in half, that was Lin Fan's most immediate feeling. But the human characteristics on her body made him feel fear and dread.

Seeing such a scene would affect even the most experienced constables in the yamen. Needless to say, Lin Fan was no exception.

Fortunately, these emotions disappeared quickly, and Lin Fan immediately returned to his calmest state.

He soon spotted another person in the courtyard, a richly dressed man filling a box with gold and silver.

Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly as he looked at the gold and silver; he had only ever seen so much gold and silver on television.

Lin Fan used to feel suffocated by the weight of a single string of cash, knowing that a single string of cash could only be exchanged for one tael of silver at most.

The amount of gold and silver in the box before him was so vast that Lin Fan didn't even dare to guess its value.

Life in this other world has clearly influenced Lin Fan's values; before his transmigration, he would only marvel at how much money he had.

Now he couldn't help but think that it should be very easy to buy the life of an ordinary person with that ingot of silver.

The weight of this small box of gold and silver in his eyes now exceeded that of the woman with her belly cut open hanging from the tree.

Lin Fan leaned on the ground with his wooden sword, his voice devoid of emotion: "Steward Zhao, do you think I've caught you red-handed?"

The middle-aged man in fine clothes had noticed someone had climbed over the wall into his courtyard long ago, but he was still busy with what he was doing.

Now that Lin Fan was talking to him, he looked up at the boy in Taoist robes with some displeasure: "Who the hell are you?!"