Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 86 Textile Machine

Lin Fan fiddled with the wooden wife, the second concubine, made by the hunter and carpenter Niu Dadan, and shook his head. "No, this is too crudely made."

The wooden figures he saw in the "Lights Out Factory" were so lifelike that he didn't realize at first that they weren't actually human. But the one in front of him looked fake at first glance, even more fake than some people's silicone wives.

Dr. Lei frowned and asked, "Then tell me what happened?"

Lin Fan shook his head again, "I don't know, I can't figure it out."

A bizarre textile factory, and the suspicious Niu Dadan. Dr. Lei's idea made sense; with these two connected and the second concubine acting as an intermediary, that's how things were. However, Lin Fan still felt something was amiss.

Unable to figure it out, they stopped thinking about it. After descending the mountain, Lin Fan suddenly felt like going home, so he bid farewell to the doctor and went home alone.

Lin Shuixiu died, and Lin Fan went to the county town and never came back. Even though they had just paid a year's rent, the house was immediately taken back by Lin the rich man.

However, no one wants to buy or rent it yet, so it remains idle for the time being.

Lin Fan looked at the brand-new iron lock on the dilapidated wooden door and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

With a bang, Lin Fan kicked open the door lock, sending up a cloud of dust that looked like millions of ants scattering in all directions.

Lin Fan walked into the familiar courtyard and looked at the unchanged furnishings, but the place was completely devoid of life. Even the hoe with the new wooden handle stood there motionless.

Lin Fan wondered if it was because his family was so poor that no one even thought of taking advantage of the situation to come in and steal something.

Lin Fan went into the house and looked around. There was still moldy porridge on the stove. His mother must have passed away suddenly, not by suicide or anything like that.

Walking into the courtyard, Lin Fan found nothing particularly interesting. He stood in front of a pile of firewood, lost in thought, reflecting on all the things that had happened in this courtyard since his transmigration. It was a kind of farewell.

As he looked around, Lin Fan felt something was off. He rummaged through a pile of firewood and found something illogical.

Bollards, spindles, and shuttles—these should be parts of a loom. How did they end up in your own woodpile?

Lin Fan searched and found more and more, including square pieces of wood with holes drilled in them, and even some silk threads.

An image flashed through Lin Fan's mind: someone chopped up a loom, smashed it to pieces, and then casually threw it into a pile of firewood, even covering it with some firewood to cover it up.

It was as if lightning had struck his mind; he grabbed a hoe from the wall and rushed outside.

"Didn't Brother Xiaofan come back with you?" Lin Yue'er asked, quickly pulling Dr. Lei aside when she saw him return.

"Little girl, don't worry about him. He said he just went home to visit someone and will be back in a little while."

Lin Yue'er still felt uneasy and couldn't wait any longer, so she simply ran out to find Lin Fan.

Lin Fan ran to Lin Shuixiu's grave in one breath and forcefully dug away the soil on the mound. His mind was a mess, with all sorts of guesses and assumptions popping up, but he couldn't sort them out. Frustrated, he unconsciously increased the pressure on his hands.

boom.

The wooden handle of the hoe broke again.

Lin Fan simply threw away the hoe, picked up the black knife, and started digging in the soil.

Although the black knife was sharp, it was not very efficient at digging. Lin Fan was so anxious that he was covered in sweat and his hands were trembling.

"My beauty, don't be impatient. Even if you dig it out and see what you want to see, what are you going to do then?"

Lin Fan looked up in surprise and saw a young man dressed in a scholar's robe standing beside him.

"Ma Liangcai?"

"It is I. I was just wondering what I would do if my beauty didn't remember me." Ma Liangcai laughed heartily. Seeing Lin Fan staring at him with murderous eyes, he quickly begged for mercy, "Oh, is it because you don't like me calling you beauty? I was being rude. I should have called you Brother Lin."

Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged, his hand gripping the knife making a cracking sound.

"Or perhaps Brother Lin doesn't like me this way? Well, if that's the case, maybe Brother Lin won't dislike me so much."

As he spoke, another head grew on Ma Liangcai's neck, while the original head gradually shrank.

A delicate young girl's head, with rosy lips and white teeth, and snow-white skin, grew out, like a living porcelain doll. His body also gradually changed; he became shorter, his waist thinner, and his scholar's robe turned into a red skirt.

She said sweetly, "Brother Lin, look, do you like it this way?"

Lin Fan's black blade had already swung down, and his strike was incredibly powerful, clearly not something a delicate young girl could withstand. But unexpectedly, Ma Sijiao's soft hand easily grabbed Lin Fan's black blade, rendering it completely immobile.

Ma Sijiao's voice was clear and melodious, like the ringing of a bell, but her tone was that of Ma Liangcai, who was confident and composed: "Brother Lin, how frightening! You have no mercy for women at all. But it's no use. Brother Lin should know that my sister and I are already dead. No matter how capable you are, how can you kill a dead person? Back in the Ghost Realm, I felt like I had failed, but somehow I still came out with Brother Lin. Hmm, the air in the human world is so sweet."

Ma Sijiao's nostrils twitched slightly, as if he were taking a deep breath. "Brother Lin, there's no need for such hostility towards me. We're one, your troubles are my troubles. Although I'm not good at taking action, I can help you find a solution. For example, the current situation is quite obvious. If Brother Lin is willing to shake hands and make peace with me, I can help you analyze it."

Lin Fan drew his black knife. "Alright, since you know, then tell me." He didn't believe in this strange Ma Liangcai who had suddenly appeared, but he wanted to see what tricks the other party had up his sleeve.

"Hehe." Ma Sijiao hopped and skipped to sit on a rock nearby, her left foot crossed over her right, revealing a section of her smooth calf. With a flick of her little foot, her embroidered shoe flew off, and she said, holding up one of her fair little feet, "If Brother Lin kisses my foot, I'll tell you, okay?"

Lin Fan raised his knife and charged forward again. Ma Sijiao stood up lightly, not caring that one of her feet was barefoot, and twisted her body on the ground to dodge.

No matter how Lin Fan stabbed, he couldn't hit her, and he didn't think her dodging was particularly skillful. On the contrary, it was as if the black knife was always avoiding her.

Lin Fan simply gave up on using the knife, grabbed her collar with his hand, and threw her away.

Ma Sijiao landed as lightly as a butterfly, her collar pulled open by Lin Fan, revealing a light blue bodice embroidered with lotus flowers underneath.

"Brother Lin, I told you you can't kill a dead person, let alone a part of yourself." Ma Sijiao stuck out her tongue and made a face at Lin Fan playfully.

Lin Fan simply ignored him and went back to digging.

Ma Sijiao returned, her clothes undone and one shoe missing. She whispered in Lin Fan's ear, "Brother Lin, why don't you lend me the black knife? I'll help you dig. Don't worry, this time there's no need for kisses."

Lin Fan roared, "Get out!"

Ma Sijiao walked to the side with a smile. "Really, why are you so angry? I'll find you to play again next time. Oh, by the way, if you ever need my help, our previous 'handshake and reconciliation' is always valid."

After digging for a while, Lin Fan finally unearthed the thin-skinned coffin.