Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 96 Don't fucking touch my man

With his greasy hands, Lin the Rich grabbed a small piece of tender venison, dipped it in the brightly colored spice bowl, and swallowed it in one gulp. Oil dripped down the corners of his mouth, and a handsome young man in a pale yellow dress rushed forward to wipe his mouth clean with a silk handkerchief.

There was no full moon tonight, but he still had people move tables and chairs to the balcony. Facing the dark night sky, he could hear the sounds of battle coming from the direction of the Lin family's old house not far away.

Lin Luozi huddled to the side, his legs trembling. He had heard the screams, roars, and all sorts of strange noises coming from over there. He wondered if that old house was haunted.

He mustered his courage, approached Master Lin, and asked, "Master, shouldn't we send someone to check on the old house? Second Concubine is living in seclusion there. Third Concubine and several young masters live not far from there."

This young master was not Master Lin's son, but one of the male prostitutes he kept. That's what the servants usually called them.

Lin Fugui snorted coldly and did not answer.

Lin Luozi had served the master for many years and knew his character well. He continued, "I understand what you mean. Good people are always blessed. Whether it's fortune or misfortune is their own destiny. But what if, what if it affects this area?"

Lin Fugui grew impatient, pulled a handsome young man onto his lap, and had him feed him chrysanthemum wine. "Luo Zi, today is the Double Ninth Festival, isn't it? Didn't you just invite my cousin over for chrysanthemum wine? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Lin Luozi naturally understood. Who would invite someone to drink in the middle of the night? He immediately replied, "Master, I naturally sent someone to invite County Magistrate Lin as fast as I could. And I made it clear that if any ghosts or spirits try to disturb the Lin residence tonight, you must invite the militia brothers to come and drink with us, the more the better."

"That's good then, what are you worried about? Come on, Luo Zi, have a drink too."

Lin Luozi picked up a cup of chrysanthemum wine and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Good wine, thank you for the gift, sir." In his heart, he cursed, "What kind of bullshit chrysanthemum wine is this? It's so bland."

Emboldened by the wine, Lin Fugui began to speak, “My family has been blessed by our ancestors with land and property, and we have been operating here for six generations. Each generation has bought land and expanded our mansion. Looking from here, this whole area is where our ancestors once lived. I am also protected by the Bodhisattva, and who in the entire prefecture doesn’t know that the cloth produced by my Lin family is of excellent quality and low price? It’s just a few petty thieves who have broken in, what’s there to worry about? If they can survive tonight, I will call them heroes and punish myself with three cups of wine.”

Lin Fugui didn't actually think these people could possibly escape from the authorities, but the most important lesson he had learned along the way was to always consider the worst-case scenario. That's why he sought out his cousin, who was a county magistrate, for an extra layer of protection.

Recalling his life of pioneering and expanding territory, Lin Fugui couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, and he poured the wine in his cup into the night sky.

With a swish, a black folding fan swept across Niu Dadan's giant hand, drawing a line of blood. In pain, Niu Dadan instinctively withdrew his hand.

His exposed head was revealed.

After his size increased, Niu Dadan's strength multiplied, but it also meant that he was more vulnerable to attack.

With a light touch of her lotus feet, Mo Zhishan lightly touched the ladder made of mechanical figures and was in front of Niu Dadan's head in the blink of an eye.

So what if he's huge? With just a gentle swipe of his folding fan across his neck, Mo Zhi Shan can still kill him.

The jet-black paper fan blended seamlessly with the night, gently about to kiss Niu Dadan's neck.

"Don't you fucking touch my man, you little bitch!"

Sun Ruolan burst out from the shoulder, extending her wooden mechanical hand to block Niu Dadan and Mozhishan.

With a thud, the sturdy mechanical hand was severed from the forearm. However, the ink-paper fan was also jolted back by the recoil.

At this moment, Niu Dadan shook off the dragging of several mechanical men and slapped Mozhishan.

The ink-paper fan was whipped and sent flying backward through the air, crashing heavily to the ground.

Beneath the mask, a sinister glint appeared in his eyes; though his strength was waning, he was still putting up a desperate resistance.

He suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Something was wrong. Someone actually dared to harm the Bodhisattva's physical body.

Mozhishan glared angrily in the direction of the weaving factory. Who was it? Who dared!

He no longer cared about the people in front of him and rushed towards the weaving factory like a madman.

Sun Ruolan caught her falling hand. The pain of the severed arm made her break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, although she could feel the mechanical arm, it was not bleeding.

She simply grabbed her right hand with her left and swung her arms, knocking down the mechanical figures that tried to climb onto Niu Dadan's neck one by one.

Niu Dadan grunted, glanced nervously at his lover, and then became even more ruthless in dealing with the mechanical figures around him.

boom.

Lin Fan smashed a loom, while the hunter in the darkness maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far from him.

Lin Fan finally saw clearly that the thing had a pair of jet-black eyes embedded in its brown wooden head.

This... is probably just an ant.

Unable to catch up with him, Lin Fan simply closed his eyes and squatted down on the ground.

The stirrups clashed once more, their metallic clang ringing out loudly in the darkness.

Lin Fan's hand "unconsciously" rose again to block another attack from the mechanical ants.

"Wow, did I unleash my inner power and awaken my seventh sense?"

A barely audible click of the tongue echoed in the air.

By this point, Lin Fan had basically determined his method for dealing with the mechanical beast in front of him.

If I do not go to the mountain, the mountain will come to me.

Lin Fan put down the red sickle and opened his arms to wait.

In the darkness, the mechanical beast gradually approached Lin Fan. Lin Fan, seeing the direction it came from, threw the black knife towards the roof above its head.

Lin Fan opened his arms and even closed his eyes.

How could the mechanical beast in the darkness miss such a good opportunity? Its six thin legs swung wildly as it charged towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's plan was simple: many pieces of cloth and semi-finished products were suspended from the roof of the weaving factory, their ropes swaying precariously. If Black Knife accurately hit one of the ropes in the sky, a large bundle of cloth would fall down and crush the mechanical beast below. No matter how agile he was, he couldn't dodge this wide-ranging "cover."

However, this perfect plan has a small problem: how could a small black knife hit multiple ropes so accurately at once? It's impossible to do such a thing without sword control techniques.

Even a sickle that could be drawn back into Lin Fan's hand could not possibly swing so dramatically in the air like that.

But Lin Fan was so confident that he closed his eyes and waited for victory.

With a series of swift movements, the black blade seemed to be controlled by someone, slicing through each rope in mid-air.

Bang, bang, bang! Large amounts of cloth fell like rolling stones, directly crushing the mechanical beast beneath them.

Lin Fan looked at Ma Sijiao, who suddenly appeared and disappeared in the air. It was she who had cut all the ropes with a black knife.

He had gambled correctly; this inexplicable 'illusion' seemed to be able to control the black knife, and although it didn't want to help him, it would disappear if he died. This meant that if he were ever in danger, it would have no choice but to help him.

The air was silent. Ma Sijiao, who always liked to make sarcastic remarks, suddenly became quiet, as if she had been caught red-handed.

Lin Fan moved aside a roll of cloth, revealing a section of the brown mechanical beast's body underneath, and gently sliced ​​it with his red scythe.

Boom! It was as if his mind had suddenly exploded, and a slippery, strange feeling spread throughout his body.