Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 91 Ink and Paper Fan

Niu Dadan pointed at Lin Fan, but said to Sun Ruolan, "Ruolan, you're still defending this man!" However, after venting his anger, he calmed down.

Lin Fan felt a little guilty for all this. "Miss Sun, bear with it, I'll pull out the knife."

Fortunately, the knife was stuck in Sun Ruolan's back, which was half made of wood, and it wasn't stuck too deep. After she groaned in pain, not much blood came out from where the knife was pulled out.

"Brother Lin, I'm not a girl anymore," Sun Ruolan said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

Lin Fan felt it was inappropriate to call her Second Concubine now, so he went along with it and said, "You're not married yet, so I think it's more appropriate to call her that."

Upon hearing this, Sun Ruolan and Niu Dadan's expressions softened somewhat.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Lin Fan quickly got back to business, "So what are you planning to do next? Miss Sun, are you just going to be turned into a wooden doll like this? And you, Niu Dadan, are you just going to keep watching from the shadows like this?"

Niu Dadan was still a powder keg ready to explode at this moment. Even the blood sizzling from his body couldn't stop his emotions. "Bullshit! I'm going to burn down that textile factory tonight, kill that guy surnamed Mo, and then take Ruolan away from this godforsaken place."

Lin Fan nodded. He thought the plan was actually quite good. As long as the two of them weren't putting on an act for him, they could definitely be on his side. "Why don't we take care of Old Man Lin as well? That way, you'll avoid any future troubles."

For Lin Fan, the main reason was to avenge his mother.

Niu Dadan wholeheartedly agreed, “Brother Lin is right. If we’re going to do it, we should do it to the end. But we need to kill that guy surnamed Mo first. That guy is a real pain. Once we kill him, things will be much easier later.”

Ma Sijiao's sweet voice came from the air again, "Brother Lin, watch out for the window."

Before her sweet voice could even fade into the air, the window creaked open. Lin Fan reacted a little earlier, pressing down on Niu Dadan and Sun Ruolan's heads with both hands.

Swish!

A jet-black folding fan flew in through the window, spun in the air, and narrowly missed the three people's heads, pulling down a lot of their hair.

A masked figure leaped in and caught the folding fan, a neutral voice ringing out, "What? Are you all thinking about me?"

Lin Fan sized the man up and down. He wore a black and white ink mask, was not tall, and looked as thin as a teenager. He wore strange clothing that seemed to be a combination of a monk's robe and a scholar's robe. He wore black gloves, and his long hair covered his neck, with no skin showing on his entire body.

Sun Ruolan stared intently at him, "This is the famous Ink Boy, Ink Paper Fan. The entire weaving factory runs thanks to his supernatural powers."

"Second Madam, what do you mean? Are you siding with outsiders and trying to kill me? Yes, Lin Fugui is very fortunate. The Bodhisattva personally used his supernatural powers to pray for his wealth. He also sent me down to earth to assist him."

The ink-paper fan emitted a cacophony of laughter, like the ticking of a clock. "Isn't this what you all want to ask? I'll admit it. You bunch of worthless nobodys, do you really think you can do anything to me?"

While they were rambling on, Lin Fan took out another strength pill and swallowed it. Then, while Mo Zhishan was still chattering away, he kicked him directly.

Mo Zhishan smiled slightly. His composure was naturally based on his own strength. He was a disciple of the Mo family, and the Craftsman Bodhisattva had bestowed upon him a touch of spiritual light upon his head—something no ordinary person could easily touch. If it weren't for this person's incredible luck, those three would have been gone long ago with that single swipe of his fan.

The ink-black paper fan opened its folding fan with exquisite elegance, revealing a paper fan as black as ink that looked fragile. However, an ordinary person would know that it was as hard as a wall if they stepped on it...

Bang! Lin Fan kicked down, and the ink-paper fan bent over like a shrimp, flying backwards out of the window he had jumped in through.

Damn, how can this person be so strong!

The ink-paper fan rolled twice on the ground, and then slipped out of his hand along with his glove.

Lin Fan also jumped out of the window, rubbing his numb feet. His gaze fell on the right hand of the ink paper fan who was picking up the fan. This right hand was also a wooden hand.

Before Mozhishan could regain his footing, Lin Fan's black blade continued to thrust at him. Mozhishan barely managed to stay upright, using his ink-colored paper fan to deflect the attacks.

Lin Fan planned to use the same trick again, turning around and delivering a kick. Having learned his lesson once, Mo Zhishan dared not take Lin Fan's attack head-on again, and dodged it.

Doctor Lei and Chen Ergou also ran over upon hearing the commotion. Doctor Lei took out three silver needles and said, "Brother, let me help you."

Three needles flew out of his hand and pierced the back of the ink-paper fan, which had no chance to dodge, making a dull thud as they went into the wood. After a while, the ink-paper fan showed no signs of being poisoned.

Dr. Lei cursed, realizing that the poison needles he and Chen Ergou had painstakingly prepared were completely useless.

With a whoosh, almost at the same time as the silver needle, a small arrow flew towards the ink-paper fan. Niu Dadan held a wooden bow in his hand; as a hunter, his archery skills were even better than his physical prowess.

The ink-paper fan wasn't particularly afraid of arrows, but once affected by them, it became even harder for it to dodge Lin Fan's attacks, leaving it in a predicament.

Lin Fan also took a moment to speak to Doctor Lei, saying, "Doctor, Niu Dadan is injured. Quickly stop the bleeding. By the way, why did you arrive so soon? Did something happen?"

Without asking any further questions, Dr. Lei quickly took out his medicine kit and applied medicine and bandaged Niu Dadan's wound.

Chen Ergou answered for him, "Hey, it's all your fault. That woman saw you weren't here and was eager to come looking for you, and we couldn't stop her no matter what we did. Hey, speaking of which, where did that woman go?"

Now everyone forgot about the Third Concubine and began to unite to attack Mo Zhishan. Lin Fan led the attack, Niu Dadan provided archery support, Doctor Lei treated Niu Dadan and Sun Ruolan, and Chen Ergou shouted from the side: "Go, go, kill that half-man, half-woman eunuch!"

Mo Zhishan really wanted to slap that lewd man to death with his folding fan, but he kept hiding behind Lin Fan and refused to show his head.

Mo Zhishan sensed something was wrong. Was he really going to be stuck here today? He softened his tone and said to everyone, "Actually, I don't have any conflicts with any of you. Old Man Lin is running rampant in the village because he's protected by the Bodhisattva. I can help you all deal with him."

Lin Fan: "Who the hell believes you?"

Mo Zhishan continued to persuade, "Once we kill Lin Fugui, this Hundred-Mile Mulberry Garden, this silkworm farm and weaving factory that don't need to hire workers, will all be ours. Without me, these wooden figures won't be able to move!"

Chen Ergou, who had been cursing the loudest, immediately stopped upon hearing this and asked Lin Fan, "Brother, I think this eunuch makes sense. Why don't we cooperate with him? Wouldn't we be able to make money while lying down? I could be drinking pickled vegetable porridge from a golden bowl!"

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