Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 62 Fear of Death

Lin Fan stood up unsteadily, with Miao Zhuzi and Mu Qingfeng standing on either side of him.

After thinking for a moment, Miao Zhuzi made up her mind and said, "Senior brother, you go first."

Lin Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You just said there was nothing you could do? Why are you showing off now?"

“It’s just that we can’t kill him. If Officer Mu and I work together and risk our lives, we should be able to buy a lot of time. After all, the Living Curse has a physical form, and it will take time to catch up with Senior Brother.” Miao Zhuzi said calmly, “After Senior Brother escapes, he can go to the monks at Tanjie Temple. Maybe they have a solution. I just told Senior Brother that I have been looking for a suitable time for my liberation, and maybe now is the time.”

"Hey!" Mu Qingfeng called out in dissatisfaction, implying that he had no objection to you dying for your senior brother, but why did you include yourself in the list?

"Officer Mu, I'm sorry, but I'm physically weak and I'm afraid I can't hold on for long. Do you know which choice it is, for the three of us to die together or for my senior brother to live alone?"

Mu Qingfeng clicked his tongue. "Fine, I'm a few years older than the boss, after all. Boss, remember to offer incense for me next year on Qingming Festival."

"You think I'm mute if I don't speak?" Lin Fan said unhappily. "I have another idea, let's try it together. If it really doesn't work, I'll abandon you and run away."

"Qingfeng, draw your sword. Daoist nun, take out all your talismans," Lin Fan commanded.

The two women didn't know why, but they did as instructed.

Beneath the blood-red clouds, in the darkness tinged with crimson, the three stood in a row with resolute expressions.

A tall female constable held a sharp knife, while a Taoist nun in a Taoist robe held a yellow talisman in her hand.

Lin Fan tried his best to keep his body from swaying, using the broken-headed knife as a crutch to stand.

The Living Curse withdrew its tongue and looked at the three of them with some suspicion.

"Stare at him, fix your gaze on him, and make it look fierce," Lin Fan added.

The three of them and the curse remained deadlocked for a little while longer.

The living curse seemed to have lost patience. It opened its small mouth, and as its jaw dislocated, its entire mouth opened to an exaggerated degree.

This time, however, what came out of his mouth was not a tongue, but a cloud of blood mist.

"Hold your breath and step back!" Lin Fan didn't care what it was; the important thing was not to inhale it.

The three quickly retreated from the blood mist.

The blood mist was completely crimson, and the Living Curse could not be seen at night.

The three dared not blink, staring intently at the blood mist, fearing that a giant tongue or something else might emerge from within.

A moment later, the blood mist dissipated, but nothing had happened; the Living Curse had vanished without a trace.

"Boss, you're amazing! How did you know he would leave?"

"Senior brother, junior sister admires you."

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, he was able to stay calm and discover this clue.

"It's nothing. I just realized that he also wants to live, so maybe he doesn't have to fight us to the death."

Just as a powerful lion will only prey on old and weak antelopes, but will not provoke adult antelopes, unless the antelope has a grudge against it.

Miaozhuzi's expression was relieved. "I see. I always thought that curses had no wisdom and only knew how to follow their original obsessions. Perhaps living curses will be different in this respect after they obtain a physical body."

Lin Fan didn't continue discussing the knowledge of incantations with the Taoist nun. He stepped inside and said, "Let's go and take a look at the prison."

The prison was filled with collapsed bodies, prisoners and guards alike. Half-eaten corpses were also scattered everywhere.

There were still people alive in the prison, but they were all huddled in a corner, afraid to make a sound.

Lin Fan knew what had happened without even asking them.

Mu Qingfeng frowned and said, "It seems that the prisoners who died were all members of the Feng family. We just interrogated them during the day, so I still remember them."

There were various signs of attack on the walls, indicating that the Feng family had tried their best to resist, but had obviously failed.

Lin Fan remained calm. He had seen the Feng family in the illusion before and was quite certain that the Feng and Ma families were birds of a feather. Now, because of the sins he had committed, he had ended up in such a state, which could be considered as karmic retribution.

Lin Fan followed Mu Qingfeng through the winding streets of the prison, the blood clots on the ground sticking to his feet.

Finally, they met Maqi.

Ma Qi, who looked like a dried-up human, had an exaggerated smile on his face, and a large hole in his stomach with the flesh turned outward like an exploded squid leg.

It was completely empty inside; Ma Qi's stomach revealed his spine at a glance.

Mu Qingfeng walked forward with some sadness, wanting to cover his still open eyes.

However, Ma Qi looked like a crazed clown, and his eyes just wouldn't close no matter what.

Lin Fan gagged behind him, took the Soul-Suppressing Pearl in his hand, touched it to Ma Qi, and a pink light was absorbed into it.

Ma Qi's face seemed to twitch slightly, his expression became peaceful, and his eyes slowly closed.

When Mu Qingfeng saw the dead man move, a chill ran down his spine, and he frantically tried to draw his sword.

"Senior brother, what a brilliant method of deliverance."

When Mu Qingfeng heard Miaozhuzi say this, he realized that it was Chen Wu who did it, and he thanked him repeatedly.

"Boss, thank you so much. Thank you for letting Ma Qi leave in peace."

Lin Fan nodded. He himself didn't know what the point of doing this was; perhaps it was just to give the living some psychological comfort.

Mu Qingfeng scratched his head awkwardly and forced a smile. "So much has happened these past few days. In the blink of an eye, I'm the only constable left in our class."

Lin Fan patted her shoulder. "Sorry."

Mu Qingfeng quickly waved his hand to indicate that the matter had nothing to do with Lin Fan. "It has nothing to do with the boss. This case is too bizarre. Besides, if it weren't for you, boss, I would have already been killed at the prison gate. It feels like this matter will never end. It was about to be closed, but so many things have suddenly appeared."

Lin Fan lowered his head and remained silent. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the Soul-Suppressing Pearl again.

"No, actually it's already quite obvious." Lin Fan looked down at the floor covered in blood clots. "Everything comes from the same source."

Mu Qingfeng forced a cheerful demeanor, "Boss, so you already know the real culprit who killed the Feng and Ma families? No, I should say the person who created that monster just now."

"Oh, you mean that? That's not hard to guess, but we can't be completely sure right now. I'm talking about something else."

"I'm getting more and more confused. What exactly are you talking about, boss?" Mu Qingfeng scratched her head anxiously, her long ponytail a mess from her blood-stained hands.

Lin Fan pondered for a moment, "Sister Mu, it's better not to know too much about some things."

"Huh?" Mu Qingfeng pretended to be angry and said, "Boss, don't be angry when I say this. It's really annoying to talk like that. Clerk Jia said the exact same thing to me."

Miao Zhuzi removed the talisman from Lin Fan's back, patted his shoulder gently, and said, "If you want to leave, now is the perfect time. Call the constables in and assign them some tasks; they'll be distracted from us. If you're still worried, I can guarantee they won't leave the prison. Then you can leave with peace of mind."

Mu Qingfeng was ignored for the second time, and protested helplessly, "Hey... don't be so blatant in front of me."