Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 148 There are no evil spirits here, only Meng'er.

The cook's body trembled like a leaf.

Lin Fan supported him with his strong hand and gently comforted him, "Don't worry too much, benefactor. Their lives weren't taken by you, they're fine. Have the previous children been buried?"

The cook answered tremblingly, "It was all...it was all the master's orders that I bury him."

"Hmm." Lin Fan nodded. "As long as you remember to offer three sticks of incense to them during festivals, you will have no worries. If you can sincerely pray that they will not suffer in their next life, then perhaps they will even protect you."

The cook thanked him repeatedly, but Lin Fan waved him off to continue his work.

The cook, still shaken, continued simmering the soup, feeling a slight weight lift from his shoulders. Only when the two Taoist priests walked away did he realize, "Huh? Why didn't the Taoist priest take my offering money? Was I too passive? I should have taken out the coins myself; what if the priest was only halfway through his story?" But seeing the two priests engrossed in their discussion, he didn't want to interrupt. He silently resolved that he would definitely offer the offering money to the priests when he had the chance!

Lin Fan and Chen Ergou avoided the cook's gaze. Lin Fan took out the 'Death Furnace' from his pocket. "Ergou, isn't this a clue? If we take some of their blood and put it in this incense burner, can we track down that black-clad expert?"

Chen Ergou swallowed hard. "Brother Fan, let's just forget about it. It's just a few kids who died. That evil spirit might not be a match for you, but why waste your energy?"

Lin Fan gave Chen Ergou a strange look.

"Brother Fan, why are you looking at me like that? By the way, are there any words on the back of the incense burner?" Chen Ergou squinted as he examined the 'Death Furnace'.

Lin Fan flipped it over and saw that he only recognized the character "nine".

Lin Fan showed it to Chen Ergou, but Chen Ergou only recognized the number 'nine'.

"What did you call this before?"

"A death trap!"

"It has another name."

"Oh, seeking truth in the Nine Netherworlds!"

Lin Fan nodded, "Four characters, starting with 'nine,' so it's probably it!"

"Hey, Brother Fan, you're really smart."

Lin Fan was taken aback. Who uses a mantra as a name? Wouldn't that make it easy to accidentally activate? This furnace seemed to really want someone to use it. Hmm, no wonder it was given the nickname "Death Furnace." Firstly, to prevent accidental activation, and secondly, to remind the holder not to use it carelessly.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan looked at Chen Ergou and said, "Ergou, I feel like you really want me to use this stove."

Chen Ergou quickly waved his hand, "Brother Fan, you know me. If I wanted you to use it, why would I have told you in the first place that it's called the Death Furnace? Hey, you don't really want to use it, do you? You only have one life, you can't just throw it away like that!"

It was midnight, just past the third watch.

Lin Fan, dressed in a dog-skin Taoist robe, had a sickle hanging from his waist and an incense burner in his hand. The wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner drifted into Miss Shen's room under the cover of night.

Lin Fan's lips curled up slightly. This was for the best, saving him the trouble of searching.

Knock knock knock! Lin Fan knocked on the door of the unmarried young lady's room in the middle of the night.

The room was dark. Lin Fan waited patiently at the door. After a rustling sound, the door creaked open.

Tonight the moon is full, and its silvery light shines on the girl's overly pale face.

"Master, have you come to exorcise evil spirits? After you wielded that sword during the day, my daughter felt much better. I'm afraid the evil spirits won't dare to show themselves tonight."

The girl wore a pale yellow bodice embroidered with lotus flowers, with a simple outer garment draped over it, unbuttoned. Her thin shoulders couldn't quite hold the garment up, revealing glimpses of her snow-white shoulder. Her frail body accentuated her beautiful yet sickly face, making her all the more endearing. Such a lovely, pitiful girl, even a gentle word spoken by her seemed to possess a captivating magic.

Lin Fan stared blankly at the figure that resembled the girl and Lin Yue'er. He still remembered the night the girl climbed over the wall to find him.

Lin Fan looked somewhat disappointed. "In that case, I won't disturb Miss's rest any longer. Indeed, my Heavenly Eye didn't detect any evil spirits."

“Yes, there are no evil spirits here, only Meng’er.” Shen Meng said, taking Lin Fan’s little finger with her hand. “But, Daoist, the night is long. Since you’re here, why don’t you come inside and sit for a while? Since I fell ill, I haven’t seen anyone outside my family for a long time. I’m really bored.”

The girl's voice was sweet and gentle, like purple grapes glistening with dew, slipping into Lin Fan's ears one by one. "Besides, Meng'er knows that her days are numbered. There are many joys in the world that Meng'er is afraid she won't have time to experience. If the Daoist could talk to Meng'er about them, then Meng'er would have no regrets even if she died."

The girl pulled Lin Fan into the house as she spoke. Lin Fan hesitated for a moment without moving, then said, "Alright, I also wanted to ask Miss some questions." After saying that, he followed her inside, and the door creaked shut.

A rustling sound came from inside the door, followed by the clattering of tables and chairs, and finally a woman's soft moan.

hiss.

boom!

The door shattered into splinters, which flew out from the inside. Lin Fan was sent flying backward, rolling several times on the ground before barely regaining his footing, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His Taoist robe had been untied and was now tattered from being flung around.

Lin Fan, tall and well-built, wore a Taoist robe, which, once folded into strips of cloth, revealed his monstrous muscles. After being enhanced by the Power Pill and Niu Dadan's yellow blood pill, Lin Fan's body was already incredibly strong.

As soon as Lin Fan flew out, a hairy black leg stretched out from inside, and this leg alone was more than ten feet long. There was a red mark on this leg, which was healing rapidly.

A hissing sound followed, a chilling scream.

A huge spider then pounced out of the house.

"Young Taoist priest, you smell wonderful. Your body is brimming with vitality and your primordial yang energy has remained unbroken for decades. Although I love my son's heart and soul, it's not bad to enjoy a delicacy like yours once in a while."

Knowing he was no match for the spider, Lin Fan turned to run away, but it was too late. Spider silk shot out from its mouth and bound Lin Fan around the waist.

Just as Lin Fan was about to break free from the spider silk, a huge mandible descended from the sky like a bag, biting down on the upper half of Lin Fan's body.

Like a giant spider's head, Lin Fan was left with only his two bare legs, which were not wearing pants, flailing wildly in the air, while his scythe fell to the ground.

The process, though described as lengthy, actually happened in the blink of an eye to onlookers; Lin Fan was already inside the spider's mouthparts. Lin Fan's legs only kicked a few times before stopping. The giant spider's mouthparts would tightly envelop its prey, crushing not only its internal organs but also snapping its neck in an instant.

"Brother Fan, I told you not to use it, not to use it! Look what happened, now you've lost your life!"