Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 13 Give Me Back My Body

The boy ran hard on the dirt road in the village. His legs were not fully recovered, and he stumbled as he ran.

"Ergou... has he been back?" Lin Fan knocked on Ergou's door, not bothering to greet him, and asked abruptly while panting.

"No, Xiao Fan, what's wrong? That kid's probably gotten into trouble somewhere again."

Er Gou's mother looked at the boy in front of her with one eye still covered by a white cloth in fear. His serious gaze made her feel uneasy.

Lin Fan hid the hoe covered in black flesh and blood behind his back.

Lin Fan had run too fast and hadn't caught his breath yet. He paused for a while before continuing, "It's alright. Auntie, you should get some rest."

Er Gou's mother stared blankly as he came in with a flustered expression, then ran away in a panic. In the end, she didn't say anything to stop him; deep down, she didn't want to have anything to do with this rumored scourge of the village.

How to do how to do?

Lin Fan's mind was about to explode; he was spinning around like a headless fly.

"This can't go on, it's getting dark."

Lin Fan held the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and pondered for a moment. His thoughts suddenly became clear.

If this hoe truly harbors something unclean, then nighttime is when it is most likely to emerge.

In short, I need to get away from this trouble tonight and ask for help tomorrow.

Lin Fan put down the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and started digging in a deserted corner of the village.

He had nothing else with him, so he had to dig with the hoe.

"Brother Fan, what are you doing?"

Lin Fan was startled by the sound and turned around to look.

Lin Sanpang, munching on sunflower seeds, watched Lin Fan dig curiously from behind.

"I've figured it out. I want to dig a hole and bury myself," Lin Fan replied casually.

"Then we probably won't finish digging today. Why don't you go back and get some sleep first, and I'll come help you tomorrow?" Sanpang chimed in carelessly. "Brother Fan, don't mess with me. What are we doing? Are we digging for gold?"

"Sanpang, this is none of your business. Go home now." Lin Fan impatiently started to shoo people away. It's better if one less person comes into contact with this kind of thing.

But if he hadn't said it, he would have let it go; the moment he did, Kim Jong-un's face moved even closer. The man was curious.

"Brother Fan, it's not something shameful, just tell me, and I'll definitely keep it a secret for you."

That's just how people are sometimes; the more you try to keep something from them, the more curious they become.

Actually, Lin Fan had nothing to hide. This matter was just strange, not his secret.

Lin Fan rejected him several times, but this only aroused his curiosity more.

"Sanpang, it's not that we can't talk about this, it's just that knowing won't do you any good," Lin Fan warned one last time.

"Alright, Brother Fan, go ahead and say it. Don't worry about dragging me into this. I'm tough as nails."

Lin Fan sighed and briefly told Sanpang about Er Gou's situation.

With a thud, Sanpang was so frightened that he sat down on the muddy ground, trembling and unable to speak.

"Maybe this hoe was returned by Er Gou or someone else. It might just be a misunderstanding," Lin Fan comforted the trembling San Pang.

Some people are like that; they're impossible to reason with, and Kim Jong-un's ashen face clearly showed his regret.

"Brother Fan, this won't do. This thing... might be unclean. Why don't we go ask Master Dogskin for help?"

“What can that conman do? Besides, his thatched hut is halfway up the mountain, and it will be midnight by the time we get there.”

Having watched many horror movies, Lin Fan knew that the protagonist rarely encountered good things when going out at night.

Although Kim Jong-un hadn't seen the movie, he felt it was too risky.

"Alright, the pit is dug. Help me fill it back in with soil."

Two people working together is faster than one person working alone; the hoe quickly disappeared into the soil.

Sanpang knelt down on the mound of earth with a thud, begging the spirit on the hoe to forgive him, saying that he had only overheard it by accident and it had nothing to do with him.

Sanpang's real name was Lin Jinghong. When he was ten years old, he fell seriously ill and changed his name to Sanpang at the behest of Ergou's mother.

Therefore, I am particularly afraid of ghosts and monsters.

"Alright, alright, what's the use of begging for it? Don't believe in this stuff."

Lin Fan was actually suspicious of Lin Laocai, but his methods seemed rather clumsy. Was his next step to pretend to be a ghost? And then use the pretense of exorcising the ghost to force Lin Fan into prostitution? Could this really fool anyone?

But that would be the best outcome.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Fan pulled the trembling Sanpang along as they walked back home.

"Where did my mother go?" Lin Fan looked at the completely dark little house and was startled.

"Oh, Aunt Lin went to Er Gou's house for the night. She's the one who asked me to find you and pass on a message." Sanpang slapped his forehead, remembering why he had initially looked for Lin Fan.

"Did you pass on a message to me?" Lin Fan asked irritably, the guy had scared himself into a cold sweat.

"I brought it with me now, it's all the same, all the same," Sanpang said with an apologetic smile.

Lin Fan pressed further, "Why did my mother go to Er Gou's house?"

"Aunt Lin said that Er Gou hadn't come home for two days. Er Gou's mother was worried and scared and couldn't sleep at night, so I went to keep her company and chat with her."

Lin Fan nodded. There was nothing unreasonable about it; Er Gou's mother and his own mother had a fairly good relationship. Besides, it was better for his mother to be gone. Whether it was a fake ghost or a real ghost, Lin Fan didn't want to hurt his mother.

"Brother Fan, I'm going home too." Sanpang looked at the already dark sky and was eager to leave.

"Wait, look at that, what's that?"

Because it was too dark, even though the two of them were in the courtyard, they couldn't see anything clearly.

Following the direction Lin Fan pointed, Sanpang finally saw it clearly: the hoe, that deadly hoe!

"Brother Fan... Brother Fan, your hoe came back by itself! Great Immortal, have mercy! Great Immortal, have mercy!"

After saying that, Sanpang ran towards the door as if his life depended on it and disappeared in a flash.

"I was originally thinking of having him stay and keep me company." Lin Fan said, then began to examine his hoe. There was still some fresh mud on the wooden handle, obviously from when he buried the hoe.

Lin Fan fiddled with the hoe for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he took the hoe and went back into the house to sit down.

He made some simple preparations, placing two wooden swords and a sickle beside him.

He tied the hoe to a post with hemp rope.

Lin Fan didn't plan to lie down, so he sat and closed his eyes to rest, without lighting the oil lamp.

An oil lamp is most likely to be useless against a real ghost, and will instead frighten a fake ghost.

After an unknown amount of time, just as Lin Fan was about to fall asleep sitting up, he heard light and heavy footsteps outside.

"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, why did you want to destroy my soul?"

"I hate it so much, I feel so cold, give me back my blood, my flesh!"

Lin Fan snapped out of his daze and saw a small, thin figure swaying as it walked into the house under the moonlight.

His face was larger than normal, with bulging red muscles, long, blood-stained fangs, and a strange smile.

Lin Fan calmly waited for the other party to approach.

He stumbled along, muttering to himself as he groped around the room.

As he approached Lin Fan, Lin Fan flicked his face with his wooden sword, sending the fanged ghost face flying, and a scythe was immediately placed against his neck.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost!"

Lin Luozi, the lackey of Lin Laocai, was startled by Lin Fan. After his mask was removed, his yellowish teeth were revealed.

"Hey, Xiao Fan, you're awake! What are you doing?"

"You're asking me? Explain why you came to my house in the middle of the night first," Lin Fan said coldly.

"It's nothing, Uncle was just worried about whether you'd be cold sleeping at night."

"Did Old Man Lin send you?" Lin Fan moved the sickle in his hand, startling Lin Luozi into shouting.

"Oh, oh, that's absolutely impossible. Master Lin is a great philanthropist and would never do such a thing. It was me, I was just momentarily blinded by greed."

Lin Fan knew he wouldn't get any information out of him, and he was powerless to do anything about it. With Lin the Rich man protecting him, even if he caused a huge scene, the man would only face some punishment.

"roll!"

"Alright, Xiao Fan, you should get some rest." Luo Zi, with a hunched back, hopped away from Lin Fan's house and climbed over the wall to get out.

Lin Fan looked at the wall and wondered if it should be raised a bit.

Lin Fan picked up the mask from the ground and looked at it; it was actually quite well-made.

If he had fallen asleep normally today, he would definitely have been terrified if he woke up and suddenly saw this face. Then, the other party could have escaped while he was still not fully awake, making it very convincing.

If my mother is home, no matter what I think, she will definitely believe that there really are ghosts.

"No, this is not a solution. It would be best to move to another village before spring."

Lin Fan touched his own table; after all, from the fields to the house, even the table wasn't theirs.

However, in a feudal society, it was very difficult for tenants to move. For one thing, if they had no relatives to rely on, almost no village would accept a stranger.

Fortunately, the ghost story was over, so Lin Fan simply lit an oil lamp.

A faint flame flickered to life, dispelling some of the darkness in the room.

Lin Fan immediately saw his hoe standing upright beside him.

Before he could dodge, the hoe fell on him.

Lin Fan's heart tightened, and he instinctively gripped the hoe.

Swish—his vision blurred...