Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 207 Folding Fan

"Damn, can this door even understand what people are saying?" Lin Fan looked to his junior sister for help, but the latter was still holding her head and crying, completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

Fortunately, it seems that the door itself can only be opened, not closed, and the opened part is not closed again.

Lin Fan reached out to test it; it was just the right size to fit his palm.

"Forget about carriages, even a person can't get through like this. Er Gou, can we try again?" Lin Fan asked Er Gou.

"It should be possible, but it'll be wary now, so the effect will be much less, and it might not be able to open it much more. Brother Fan, why don't we go back and rest first?"

"You opened the door for me, now you can go back if you want."

Er Gou was about to knock on the door when Lin Fan stopped him. "This won't do. We need to find a way to make sure we can open a gap big enough for people to get through."

Before Lin Fan could come up with a solution, Sun Ruolan suddenly asked him, "Brother Lin, why is it only Junior Sister here today? Where is Miss Ziyue from a few days ago?"

Lin Fan casually replied, "Zi Yue is injured. I've tried many methods but haven't been able to help her recover. She's fine, but I don't know when her injury will heal, and she spends most of her time sleeping."

Sun Ruolan revealed her true purpose, "Brother Lin, since you think this junior sister didn't just suddenly appear today, why don't you ask Miss Ziyue? If you don't trust us, you should at least trust her, right?"

Lin Fan frowned deeply. He certainly didn't doubt his own memory, but the fact that everyone else said his junior sister had appeared today did give him the creeps.

Asking Ziyue is also a good idea. By the way, ask Ziyue if she knows why the others suddenly lost their junior sister's memories.

"Purple Moon, Purple Moon."

Lin Fan called out softly twice, and Zi Yue's head popped out from his chest, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Since being injured by the 'Righteous Qi', Zi Yue's condition has not improved, and she needs to rest in Lin Fan's body for most of the day. Considering that Zi Yue is needed to act in time in times of crisis, she is currently in this AFK state. She remains in a semi-offline state unless Lin Fan calls her.

"What's wrong with A-Cheng?" Zi Yue stretched, opened her small mouth and yawned, revealing two tiger teeth.

Lin Fan looked down at his girlfriend's chest and asked, "Zi Yue, you should remember your junior sister, right?"

Zi Yue tilted her head in confusion. "Junior sister? Who?"

Lin Fan turned the head on his chest toward the girl squatting on the ground like a mushroom, pointed at her and asked, "Junior sister, who else could it be? Ze Zhishan from the Mo Sect, the one we fought before, and later..."

"Wait, wait a minute." Zi Yue's lips were pale as she spoke with difficulty, "That's not true, Ze Zhishan is already dead."

"what?"

Lin Fan froze in place.

But my memories are clear.

Lin Fan's hands trembled slightly as he tugged at his pants. The Soul-Suppressing Pearl gleamed with a ghostly light, quickly calming his mind.

Was it an enemy attack?

No, if that's the case, the Soul-Suppressing Pearl should be able to eliminate it. He didn't even sense a trace of malice from Ze Zhishan.

"Junior sister," Lin Fan called out tentatively.

Ze Zhishan looked up at Lin Fan, his eyes full of confusion.

Something's not right. Why isn't there any emotion? Lin Fan had been carefully sensing, but no emotion was emanating from Ze Zhishan.

what is going on.

Unable to trust his own memories, Lin Fan had no choice but to seek help from Zi Yue again.

"Let's start with the different parts and see which parts of my memory have been altered."

Zi Yue nodded, her slightly chapped, pale lips recounting in broken sentences what happened after she killed Ze Zhishan.

Lin Fan himself told Zi Yue about these things.

However, there is a clear problem: in Lin Fan's memory, Ze Zhishan is involved in many parts, and she even plays an important role, while in Zi Yue's account, she escapes danger in a different way.

Lin Fan thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed very unreasonable. He could never let Ze Zhishan go, nor could he inexplicably accept this junior sister, let alone improve his relationship with her later.

"What on earth is going on? How come this kind of inexplicable thing keeps popping up again?"

Lin Fan looked at the girl squatting over there with a headache.

"Acheng, I know who did it."

Before Zi Yue could reveal the answer, Ma Sijiao stood in front of Lin Fan with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

"Master, would you like me to answer your question? Hehe. Hehehe."

A scene suddenly flashed through Lin Fan's mind: when they were discussing the burial of Miaozhuzi, Ma Liangcai came out and said a bunch of random things that he couldn't understand at all.

It seems like the beginning was... forgot. The middle was... forgot. And finally, they didn't let him finish.

However, he was holding a folding fan at the time. Lin Fan felt it looked familiar, but didn't think much of it. Now he realized.

"Ma Liangcai! It's you! How did you do that! That folding fan belongs to Ze Zhishan, how did it end up in your hands?"

Ma Sijiao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Lin Fan, although you're not the smartest, you can be quite slow to react sometimes. It took you so long to realize that."

Lin Fan reached out to grab Ma Sijiao's collar, but his hand passed right through her body. Instead, her soft hand grabbed Lin Fan's. Her hand was icy cold, as if it weren't human.

"Lin Fan, didn't you ask me why? Sigh, even if I explained it to you, you wouldn't understand. But anyway, this is your 'inner demon,' a spirit you summoned for yourself. I just gave you a hint and helped you out."

"Damn it, if you tell me how to solve this now, I might let you off the hook!" Lin Fan roared at her.

"Hehehe, how to solve it? Don't you know perfectly well?" Ma Sijiao said in a coquettish tone, "Just throw away the black knife, or sell it for ten taels of silver. You don't really need this weapon anymore. What? Can't you do it?"

Lin Fan clutched his head with one hand, his head throbbing with pain whenever he thought about it. "No, no, I can't give her to someone else."

Seeing that Lin Fan was arguing with them again, the other three people skillfully took a few steps back, trying to stay away from him.

Just as Chen Ergou was about to say something to Niu Dadan, Lin Fan turned to him with a pained expression and shouted, "Ergou, did you take that fan, Lin Laocai's third concubine's fan?"

Er Gou looked up at the sky and said, "No, Brother Fan, what fan? I don't know."

Lin Fan ignored his explanation and continued, "Go check if it's still there?"

Startled, Chen Ergou immediately ran back to the carriage.

A moment later, Chen Ergou's voice came from the carriage: "Damn it, which damn it is? First they stole my Black Relic, then they stole my Black Gold Fan! I'm so poor because of all the thefts! Damn it!"

Lin Fan looked at Ze Zhishan on the ground, "Junior Sister, do you still have your folding fan?"

Although Ze Zhishan was immersed in his own world, upon hearing this, he wiped away his tears and took out a black-framed folding fan from his already meager pockets.

As soon as Chen Ergou stepped off the carriage, he saw Lin Fan holding the black gold folding fan. "Brother Fan, you, how could you steal my things! I never thought you were this kind of person! Ah, did you steal the black relic too! No wonder you were so kind back then, insisting on celebrating my birthday!"