Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 59 Yin Yang 2 Separation Talisman

Feng Yu committed suicide by biting his tongue.

After he punched the 'child' away, blood immediately spilled from his mouth and flowed back into his trachea, causing him to suffocate and die.

To outsiders, Feng Yu only bumped into that little devil once, and then died mysteriously.

His eyes still held obedience, fear, and pain. No one knew the torment he suffered before his death.

However, at this moment, none of the Feng family members, who were in a frenzy, had the time to care about him. They all stepped over his corpse and rushed towards the 'child'.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded: the 'child' was constantly being beaten, but every adult who beat him died mysteriously.

Feng Yang died from asphyxiation accompanied by incontinence. He dreamed that he became a beautiful woman, Ma Da's plaything, and after dozens of days of torture, he was both violated and strangled to death.

Feng Liu died in agony. He dreamt that he had become a fat, white man. Every day, Ma Er would carve his own poems onto his body with a carving knife.

While carving, he would read aloud the poem and ask Feng Liu if it was good. If Feng Liu said it was bad, he would angrily scribble on it; if he said it was good, Ma Er would carve another one.

Feng Ben died from his own accident. He became a warhorse in Ma San's arena, pulling a cart with several other men every day and fighting against others, even wild animals.

The 'child' seemed to be very resilient; every time it was knocked away, it would just shake its head and get back up, clearly not injured.

The Feng family members, however, kept collapsing like expendable resources.

"You bunch of trash, get out of my way. I'll handle this."

A man with an exceptionally wide chin squeezed out from the Feng family members and stood in front of them. His eyes were bloodshot, but he had not completely lost his mind. His voice made the other members of the Feng family stop temporarily.

"Alright, my good grandson, Kuan'er, quickly deal with that brat." Old Master Feng's voice came from afar and then gradually faded away.

As Feng Kuan lowered his chin, a giant tongue, larger than his head, emerged from his mouth.

It rolled towards the 'child' with its foul-smelling saliva.

The 'child' was not to be outdone, opening its mouth wide and extending bone spurs to form teeth to bite the tongue.

The tongue appeared to be made of flesh and blood, but it was actually incredibly hard; the child's teeth were no match for it.

Moreover, the curse that had previously been infallible seemed to have no effect on Feng Kuan's tongue.

Feng Kuan sneered, his tongue coiling around the 'child' like a long snake.

With a flick of its tongue, it crashed into a wooden post with a thud.

The wooden pillar, as thick as an arm, was snapped in two, and the 'child' inside seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to move due to the impact.

A huge, foul-smelling, slippery tongue quickly enveloped the 'child' entirely.

Feng Kuan felt the sensation in his tongue, like slowly squeezing a tomato with his hand, and his tongue became moist.

Feng Kuan opened his mouth and said a few words that were hard to hear, his face full of smugness.

Suddenly, Feng Kuan looked startled. He slowly unfolded his tongue, which was covered in blood, but there was no trace of the 'child' at all.

The blood-covered 'child' suddenly sprang out of the shadows and pounced on Feng Kuan's face, biting him.

The curse took effect this time. Fear flashed in Feng Kuan's eyes, and he began to dance wildly.

He paid no attention to the 'child' still biting his face and danced energetically like a dancer.

His short stature made his dancing look terrible, and coupled with his mangled and bloodied features, it created an indescribably eerie scene.

"Stop!" Lin Fan called out to the crowd at the prison gate. "Something's not right."

Lin Fan looked up at the sky, where a cloud almost completely covered the prison.

Moreover, the cloud was blood red, which looked particularly terrifying in the cool night breeze.

"Senior brother, you also saw the blood omen?" Miao Zhuzi looked up in the direction Lin Fan was looking.

Mu Qingfeng also looked up and asked, "What? Is there anything different about the sky?"

Miao Zhuzi thoughtfully explained, "Officer Mu has never directly come into contact with anything at night, so naturally he can't see it."

“Something has probably happened here, so you shouldn’t go. I’ll go with the Daoist nun,” Lin Fan said.

The two constables winked at Mu Qingfeng, thinking that the two suspects might be faking it to escape, and reminded Mu Qingfeng not to let them act alone.

"Boss, let's go together."

Lin Fan didn't necessarily want to stop them; their lives were their own, and it was hard to persuade a suicidal person with kind words.

So the constables were left outside, and Lin Fan and his group of five carefully entered the gate in front of the prison.

Before they even entered the cell, the scene in the courtyard left everyone stunned.

A baby pieced together from organs, with a head that is a heart, a body that is two lungs, and a scarf made of intestines around its neck.

A tongue several times larger than himself protruded from his mouth, the other end of which was wrapped around an old woman who looked like she was half buried in the ground.

The old woman saw the newcomers and kept shouting, "Please save me! I am the ancestor of the Feng family. If you save me, you will all inherit a share of the Feng family's property!"

Soon she could no longer scream; her entire body was enveloped by her tongue, like a cicada pupa.

The child's mouth opened to an unbelievable size, and in an instant, it retracted its entire tongue, along with the old woman inside, back into its body.

His body showed no change despite consuming something several times larger than himself.

After a few slow wriggles in the two empty eye sockets, two eyeballs with square holes like copper coins emerged from them.

Lin Fan grabbed Mu Qingfeng, who was about to rush forward. He had just taken a strength pill, and his current strength was just enough to hold back the impulsive female constable beside him.

However, the other two constables had already drawn their swords and rushed forward.

The moment Miaozhuzi saw the 'ghost child,' her hands were already moving rapidly.

She crouched down and pulled out four yellow talismans, then took out two golden beetles, quickly splitting them in two, and with a flick of her hand, they became four.

She swatted the four insects dead on four talisman papers, and the blank talisman papers immediately revealed mysterious patterns, two gold and two black.

Miao Zhuzi left the two black-lettered cards on the ground, picked up the gold-lettered ones, looked at Lin Fan and Mu Qingfeng's backs, hesitated for a moment, then stuck one card on herself and the other on Mu Qingfeng's back.

Just then, the 'child' turned around and looked at the group.

His yellow, coin-shaped eyes merely swept over the crowd, and the two constables in front, each carrying a knife, showed expressions of terror. One of them fell straight down, while the other plunged his knife into his own stomach.

In an instant, both constables were dead.

A gust of cold wind blew towards the remaining three.

The talismans on the ground and on the two women shimmered with a golden light. The yin wind seemed to encounter a barrier, passing through them and blowing directly backward.

Lin Fan, the only one affected, had a complex expression flash across his face.

Once the gloomy wind subsided, Lin Fan stared fiercely at Miao Zhuzi with his blood-red eyes.

"Senior brother's cultivation is earth-shattering, I think this little trick of mine will definitely not be able to hurt you, so I used the Yin-Yang Separation Talisman to protect Constable Mu first. Senior brother won't blame me, will he?"