northernbook Chapter 71 My Son Jia Fan
Chapter 71 My Son Jia Fan
However, Lin Fan wasn't worried about this at all, because he had no intention of going to any high-ranking government office.
Clerk Jia felt he had regained control of the conversation and said quietly, "Alright, everything that needed to be said has been said. Can we sign now? As for what you should say and do when you get to the prefectural city, and how to use your clever brain to break this deadlock, you can think about it slowly later."
Lin Fan's lips curled up. "What's there to think about, Lord Jia? I've learned something these past few days: you can't outsmart a bunch of cunning foxes with just your brains."
Clerk Jia sensed something was wrong. Lin Fan was unusually talkative today; he wasn't usually this patient. His eyes sharpened. "Are you stalling for time?"
Lin Fan answered honestly, "Yes. You found out."
Although Clerk Jia felt the young man was bluffing, he couldn't help but feel nervous. "What are you waiting for, kid! Who else is going to come to your rescue?"
"Wait until midnight."
Just then, the sound of the night watchman came from outside.
"At midnight, all was well and nothing happened."
Lin Fan's only free left hand clenched loosely and stretched forward, as if holding a knife to stab at Clerk Jia's stomach.
Clerk Jia's heart skipped a beat, but he felt that nothing would happen. If this kid really had the ability to kill with his bare hands, he wouldn't have been able to control him until now.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stay away; it was just a fleeting thought in his mind, and his body couldn't react in time. His stomach ached slightly, and a sweet taste rose in his throat.
Looking down again, he saw the tip of a sickle protruding from his stomach, curved upwards and pointing straight at him. At first glance, the sickle looked ordinary and a bit dirty, but upon closer inspection, the dark red sheen on it wasn't dirt, but the color of the sickle blade itself.
Clerk Jia couldn't help but cough a few times, coughing up blood, before realizing something was wrong.
Lin Fan conjured a scythe out of thin air, and this scythe appeared directly from his stomach. Although he wasn't actually stabbed, the result was essentially the same.
For some reason, Lin Fan, the culprit, tilted his head and seemed to have fainted.
For many years, Magistrate Jia had been a bully in the countryside and had made friends with all sorts of people. In fact, he had quite a few tricks up his sleeve to protect himself.
Leaving aside those that didn't work, the moment the scythe appeared, a talisman, a jade Buddha, and a protective mirror on his body all cracked open.
In fact, if Lin Fan had directly stabbed him with a sharp blade, he might not have been hurt, but no one could defend against this scythe that appeared out of nowhere.
Actually, these things weren't entirely ineffective. Little did Clerk Jia know that it was precisely because of these life-saving items that he wasn't pulled into the ghostly illusion of the Red Robe Curse like Lin Fan.
Clerk Jia tried to call for help, but his mouth was full of blood, and he could only make gurgling sounds.
This won't do. At this moment, the clerk Jia's will to survive was at its peak. How could he possibly let himself be defeated by this kid?
He was about to solve the biggest case in the country and rise to the top, how could he die!
Clerk Jia's mind raced. Of course, he couldn't just pull out the sickle directly. It was a curved blade, and if he kept digging inside, there would be no way to save him.
He could have taken the sickle with him to ask for help, but Lin Fan was gripping the handle tightly; he couldn't just drag someone along.
Right, the most urgent thing is to stop the bleeding!
Clerk Jia looked at the two porcelain bottles that Lin Fan had taken. He saw that Lin Fan had taken them. The gray one could stop bleeding and prolong life. He guessed it was the elixir of the Taoist Wanshou. This thing probably had a lot of side effects, but he couldn't care less about that now.
Clerk Jia reached out to grab it, but found that his hand was just short of reaching it. Instead, as he moved his body, the sickle churned inside his stomach, and more blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
There was another way. Clerk Jia remembered that he had placed the "dog tooth" black knife not far away. As long as he cut off Lin Fan's finger, he would naturally let go.
But the black knife is even further away than the porcelain bottle, and I can't get my hands on it. If only that black knife were a spirit knife that could be moved by will.
Even Clerk Jia felt his vision starting to blur.
In the blurry vision, the boy in black picked up the black knife and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards himself.
"Lin...Fan?" Clerk Jia's throat moved, and he gurgled out a sound that was completely unintelligible.
The other party understood, "Yes, what are your orders, Lord Jia?"
When Clerk Jia looked at Lin Fan in front of him and then at the unconscious Lin Fan, he was overjoyed and suddenly felt that his stomach pain had disappeared.
Good, good, the black dagger has finally recognized its master!
It breeds inner demons, using thoughts to control the sword.
So this is what it means!
The black-clad youth before them, "Lin Fan," was not covered in wounds like Lin Fan; he still possessed a handsome, youthful appearance. Moreover, he was tall and slender, with abundant vitality.
If Lin Fan were the son of some high-ranking official, he would probably be like this.
Without uttering a sound, Clerk Jia could communicate with "Lin Fan," saying, "Little Fan, help me cut off this fellow's finger."
Lin Fan clearly hesitated. After thinking about it, Clerk Jia realized that it was true; it wouldn't be so easy for him to kill himself. So he explained, "Little Fan, you are my sword spirit. You can only live if I live. Besides, there can't be two Lin Fans in the world. If he lives, you will always be a fake."
Lin Fan hesitated, knife in hand. "Lord Jia wants Lin Fan dead, but wants me alive?"
Registrar Jia continued in a silent voice transmission, "That's both right and wrong, because others can't see you. After all, we're father and son. If I can keep you alive, why would I want you to die? You're so outstanding; you can be my blade in the future, clearing obstacles in my path. You'll share in my future wealth and glory. By the way, you're not Lin Fan anymore. From now on, you're my son, you're Jia Fan! My son Jia Fan!"
Lin Fan seemed somewhat moved and walked over with the knife in his hand.
Clerk Jia was overjoyed and continued to persuade him, "That's right. Times have changed, and we are now one. Killing me to save him will do you no good. If you kill him, you can have whatever you want as your father. Power, women, you can have everything. I know your abilities. If the two of us cooperate, it is not impossible for us to reach the top of this world."
At this moment, the yamen runners guarding the door finally noticed the unusual quiet inside and pushed the door open to enter.
The door creaked open, and the two constables, before they could even register the shock of seeing Clerk Jia's abdomen pierced by Chen Wu's sickle, were suddenly struck by a black blade that flew through the air and swiftly sliced across their necks.
Before the two constables could make a sound, their tracheas were severed. They gurgled a few times, collapsed with expressions of pain, and died silently very quickly.
Clerk Jia could only angrily rebuke him telepathically, "Jia Fan, what are you doing?"
“Do you know what my son and I have been through all these years? You not only abandoned us, but also ran off with all our property. Every single day, I curse you to a terrible death. I’ve stayed here for only one purpose: to take your dog’s life.”
"Lin Fan" turned around and sneered at Clerk Jia, "Lord Jia, it's true that I'm an imposter, but I am still Lin Fan. You know Lin Fan. Even if I die, I will kill you, you old ghost."
As he spoke, he approached Clerk Jia step by step with the blood-dripping black knife in his hand.
"If it were me, I would call him Old Deng."
Lin Fan had already escaped from the ghost realm and was speaking to "Lin Fan," and for some reason, he could also see "Lin Fan."
Lin Fan smiled and said, "I am indeed not you. I am just the you that Old Deng knows."
Lin Fan was somewhat moved. "Brother, thank you. Don't kill him yet, I still have a use for him."
At this moment, "Lin Fan" had already pressed down on Clerk Jia's head, with a black knife against his neck. "Oh, making use of waste is not bad either. What do you want to do? I'll help you."
“Cut off the stuff on my face and feed it to him.”