What a Crazy Man

"You can hear the voice in my heart?" Li Banfeng was shocked and quickly took two steps back.

Ling Miaosheng laughed and said, "Sir, don't worry, I can tell you frankly that I am a cultivator who has been observing the world. It was because I heard music in your heart that I introduced you to so many record players."

I know you love music, and I'd love to be your friend, but I just heard the sound of steam billowing out. I think I can't help you with that.

Of the steam-powered phonographs produced in Amikan Country, only two exist in the entire Pro State. One is on the Lu Family Train, while the whereabouts of the other are unknown.

I guess you have a special feeling for that record player, but unfortunately, I can't make up for it for you.

Ling Miaosheng prepared to see the guests off.

Li Banfeng glanced around and said, "I'll buy the sewing machine, the phonograph, and the bellows phonograph."

Ling Miaosheng was taken aback, then shook her head slightly. "Sir, I must remind you that each record player has different characteristics and timbre. What you are looking for cannot be provided by these two record players, and these two record players are not cheap."

Li Banfeng nodded. "Name your price. Once it's bought, it's bought."

These two record players are indeed not cheap; the bellows record player costs 60,000 and the sewing machine record player costs 70,000.

But Li Banfeng felt that the gears, bearings and the like inside would be useful, so he paid in cash without hesitation.

But gears and bearings alone are not enough. Many of the steam engine parts on the Wife's body are also broken. The connecting rod is bent and several water pipes are leaking. Where can we find these replacement parts?

In the corner of the room, there was also a record player that wasn't on display.

Li Banfeng smelled fuel on the record player.

"Let me see this record player!"

Ling Miaosheng quickly explained, "Sir, this is not a record player, it's a Shadow Play Machine."

Shadow Play Machine?

It's actually a movie projector.

However, this projector has nothing to do with electricity.

Most cinemas in Pro State don't involve electricity. Movies don't actually need electricity; all they need is light, film stock, and the ability to rotate.

When Ling Miaosheng lifted the curtain, Li Banfeng's eyes lit up.

This projector was exactly what he was looking for.

This is steam-powered!

"The steam-powered Shadow Play Machine in Amikan Country use grease. You've seen steam-powered record players, so you should be familiar with how they work."

Ling Miaosheng showed Li Banfeng the Shadow Play Machine.

First, the heavy film canister was placed on top, the screen was hung up, and Ling Miaosheng lit the grease.

There are three mirrors inside the fuel tank, which reflect the flames and project them behind the lens.

The flame not only powered the steam engine, but also served as the light source for the projector.

Once the focus is right and the pressure is in place, the piston rises, steam is released, the connecting rod drives the gears, and the projector starts operating.

This is a black and white film, fifteen minutes long, that tells the story of a man and a woman who are stranded on a deserted island and their various adventures. It has almost no plot, only absurd and bizarre comedic performances.

After the film reel finished rolling, Ling Miaosheng turned off the projector and said to Li Banfeng, "This Shadow Play Machine and the phonograph machine are from the same factory, but the price is not cheap either."

Ling Miaosheng asked for 300,000.

Li Banfeng didn't haggle; since they were produced by the same manufacturer, the parts were definitely interchangeable.

Under the pretext of going home to get money, Li Banfeng went to Portable Abode and paid for it directly upon his return, buying it along with two other record players.

Ling Miaosheng was surprised by Li Banfeng's straightforwardness and gave him thirty records and twenty films as a gift. Li Banfeng bought ten barrels of grease and two barrels of Machine Oil, hired a horse-drawn carriage, and loaded the two record players and one projector onto the carriage for delivery.

Li Banfeng gave a random address, and when they arrived at a small alley, Li Banfeng immediately ordered the carriage to unload the goods.

The car owner even added a special reminder: "Mr. Ling has already paid the money and asked me to carry your things into your house."

Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "No need to go inside, this is fine. Go back now."

The car owner got a free bargain and left happily.

Just as Li Banfeng was about to take out his keys to return the items to Portable Abode, he suddenly heard a malicious approaching voice from behind.

Li Banfeng suddenly turned around and saw a young man walking quickly towards him.

The two were less than ten meters apart when, seeing that Li Banfeng had noticed them, the man stopped and looked at Li Banfeng with a smile.

What's going on?

He got so close, but Li Banfeng didn't even hear a footstep.

This person is a cultivator.

What kind of sect?

As he was pondering, danger approached from all directions. Five people appeared one after another from the alleys on both sides of the alley, surrounding Li Banfeng.

They walked without making a sound. One person reached out and touched the record player, another person reached out and touched the projector, and yet another person reached out and touched Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng immediately felt that his inner pocket was empty and his wallet was gone.

What a nimble move!

What sects do these people belong to?

A man in overalls opened Li Banfeng's wallet and smiled at the man in a suit next to him, saying, "Brother, look, this guy is really rich. There's over ten thousand yuan in this wallet."

"Do you even need to tell me?" the man in the suit laughed. "If you didn't have money, could you afford such expensive record players, and so many of them at that?"

I said, "Brother, you're so rich, why don't you give us two a share? Just to make friends."

Is this Green Water City?

Such things happen in Green Water City too?

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "Sure, let's be friends. What's your name?"

Everyone burst into laughter. The man in overalls laughed until his stomach hurt, then turned to the man in the suit and said, "Brother, he asked for your name. Do you think you should tell him or not?"

The man in the suit laughed and said, "I won't tell you our name. We're from the Ghost Hand Gate. You can ask around in Green Water City to find out about us and make friends with us. You won't regret it."

"I don't feel like I'm losing out either. I've given you the money in my wallet, so does that mean we're friends now?"

It wasn't easy for Li Banfeng to say such a thing. Stealing his things was tantamount to crossing his bottom line, but he tolerated it today.

Li Banfeng didn't want to linger in Green Water City. He was in a hurry to go back and deal with his Wife, and he was also worried about exposing his identity.

"This amount of money isn't quite enough," the man in the suit said, glancing at the wallet in his overalls and then at the record player next to Li Banfeng. "Keep these record players here. Although we don't know much about the market, Ling Miaosheng's stuff can definitely fetch a good price."

"I can't give you the record player." Li Banfeng shook his head.

The man in overalls laughed, then darted in front of Li Banfeng and patted his face with Li Banfeng 'Li Banfeng wallet. "What did you just say? You said no? You told us no? Do you know the consequences? Do you know..."

Whoosh!

Li Banfeng suddenly raised his hand and slashed the throat of the suspender pants with the Mandarin Duck Halberds.

She covered her neck with her overalls, staring blankly at Li Banfeng, her face full of astonishment and fear.

Li Banfeng took the wallet back from him and patted him on the face twice.

The man in the suit was shocked. He threw the dagger at Li Banfeng's throat.

Li Banfeng grabbed the head of the man in overalls and used the back of his head to block the knife.

A man in black came up behind him, and Li Banfeng pulled out Blood-Containing Pendulum and slashed it across the man's neck.

The man in the suit was stunned.

Who is this person?

How can someone kill someone more efficiently than killing a chicken?

At one o'clock in the morning, Li Banfeng moved two record players and a projector back to Portable Abode.

The Wife made no sound; she seemed to still be sleeping.

Li Banfeng sat beside his Wife, breathing heavily.

The smell of blood was overwhelming; the Wife had woken up.

Sizzle~

"Hey~ my~ husband," the Wife's voice trembled, her tone still erratic, "Where have you been?"

"I went to Green Water City and encountered people from the Ghost Hand Gate. I fought with them."

"What are you doing in Green Water City? Wasn't someone arresting you? Why are you running there? Are you out of your mind?"

Li Banfeng gave a wry smile, "I thought you never cared about what happened outside the house."

Huff, huff~

"Ghost Hand Gate? Thief cultivators? This Daoist sect is still around! Husband, Little Slave 'm injured, and you didn't even mention bringing back two petty thieves to help Little Slave recover?"

"There are too many of them, and I'm having trouble handling them."

"So many people, ah! Bring them all back here, Little Slave deal with them."

Li Banfeng gave a wry smile, "You're in this state, what if you can't beat them?"

"What do you think of me? I made myself look like this, and it wasn't for you?"

"You brought back so much junk, the house is overflowing, but you didn't even bring me any food. You're not good to Little Slave, you're not good to Little Slave... how did you get injured like this?"

The record player was damaged, and my eyesight isn't very good.

She then noticed that Li Banfeng was clutching his stomach, and blood was still flowing from it.

"My lord, why are you injured like this?"

He was stabbed, and the wound was deep.

"Didn't I just say there are a lot of them?" Li Banfeng sat leaning against the record player, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

"There are so many people, why aren't you running away? What are you doing bringing all this junk back?"

"These aren't junk; they're record players and projectors from the Amikan Country. I'll take them apart and replace the parts for you, and then everything will be fine."

"You risked your life to come all the way to Green Water City just for this?"

Li Banfeng didn't say anything more and tried to stand up.

He plans to disassemble both the record player and the projector.

Huff~

A cloud of steam enveloped Li Banfeng, laying him on the bed, the steam gently caressing his wounds.

Li Banfeng's lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "It hurts so much..."

Steam swirled around Li Banfeng's forehead, Li Banfeng. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Huff, huff.

"You crazy bastard, don't you even know your place? You think you can save me? Who gave you the guts? Who gave you the audacity?"

Huff, huff.

"Do I need your help? I only see you as a weapon to kill, to make money off you. You actually think I'm your Wife?"

Copper Lotus sneered from the outer room, "If it weren't for this madman saving you, your worthless bones wouldn't have lasted much longer, would they?"

The record player sneered, "It's just a body. What's the big deal if you don't want it? Just get a new one."

"Could you change to something else? Are there any suitable items in this room for you?"

"If it's not in this house, it's always outside."

"Can you even get out of here? Besides, it's not easy to find someone outside who can bring fireworks, boil water, and sing. This madman has managed to gather all of that for you."

Huff, huff.

The record player didn't want to argue with Red Lotus.

She kept gently stroking Li Banfeng with steam.

"You crazy man, you really are a crazy man."

Huff, huff~

Li Banfeng suddenly woke up. "Wife, did you call me?"

Huff~

A wave of steam swept over him, lulling Li Banfeng back to sleep.

Steam swirled around Li Banfeng all night long.

P. S.: You dear readers, I knew you guys loved Salad the most.