Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Chapter 444

As soon as Liang Laoshi spoke these words, Yang Fan’s face instantly changed.

Damn, this old guy seems to really have something.

"Sir, what did you see?" Yang Fan asked.

Liang Laoshi grabbed the large mole on his right cheek and shook his head, "Can’t see anything!"

That mole of his was as big as a finger, with a tuft of very robust hair.

However, the hair was probably comparable to a beard or the hair on one’s head, and if one was slightly skillful, perhaps it could even be braided into a little plait.

Yang Fan looked at the somewhat eccentric old man with a queer expression. What does that mean?

You just said I might have gone somewhere, and now you’re saying you didn’t discover anything?

Liang Laoshi seemed to have perceived what was on Yang Fan’s mind. He rolled his eyes upward and said irritably, "Kid, I’m a fortune-teller, not a divine immortal. I can feel there’s something off with you, but that doesn’t mean I can see what you’ve done. I’m not that mystical!"

"Besides, you haven’t told me anything, how do you expect me to see anything?"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a bit awkward, "I thought you had already seen the issue with me."

"I am a fortune-teller, a fortune-teller!" Liang Laoshi said annoyedly, repeating himself, then propped up his right leg, sat down on the sofa, and lit a cigarette, "Tell me, what’s the problem you’ve encountered?"

"I bumped into a ghost!" Yang Fan said.

"A female ghost, right?" Liang Laoshi asked with a smiling tone.

Yang Fan asked in shock, "Sir, how did you know again?"

This person felt somewhat like a lunatic to him, one moment claiming ignorance, the next seeming to know.

Liang Laoshi chuckled and stretched out his hand to point behind Yang Fan, "Because I can see her, ah, she seems quite interested in you. Dealing with her is simple, but the price is a bit steep, you see..."

"Ah, fuck!" Yang Fan was so startled by Liang Laoshi’s pointing that his soul nearly flew out.

He violently jerked up, swinging the wooden mace in his hand wildly.

"Son of a bitch, you actually dared to follow me, go to hell, go to hell."

Yang Fan looked like he had gone mad, his eyes half-narrowed as he swung the wooden mace horizontally and vertically, delivering a crazy barrage of chops.

Elder Liang’s expression gradually became dull.

He watched, emotionless, as the wooden mace in Yang Fan’s hand, wrapped in a piece of black cloth, was being swung around.

"Young man, stop for a second!"

Elder Liang shouted.

But at this moment, Yang Fan, controlled by fear, couldn’t hear the shout, still tirelessly brandishing the wooden mace.

"Stop for a moment!"

Elder Liang leapt from the sofa and grabbed Yang Fan, "Stop, that thing is dead!"

"Dead?" Yang Fan halted the motion of his hands and abruptly turned to look at Elder Liang, "Sir, have you killed it?"

As he asked, a cool sensation suddenly surged up from the soles of his feet, halting a bit below his navel at the Dantian, then formed into a motionless cluster.

Yang Fan hesitated. What’s this now? A mark from the ghost?

That can’t be right, if that thing is dead, how can it leave a mark?

Could it be... she didn’t die but possessed his body instead?

Yang Fan, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became tense again, "Mr. Liang, is that thing really dead?"

"Dead, as dead as one can be, with her soul shattered to pieces!" Liang Laoshi looked at Yang Fan with a strange expression, "But it wasn’t me who killed her, the one who killed her, was you!"

"Me?" Yang Fan was shocked, "Mr. Liang, stop joking with me, will you!"

"What joke? The moment your wooden mace came crashing down, you killed that thing," said Liang Laoshi.

"What exactly is inside this cloth bag of yours, take it out and show me."

"No, no, wait a moment, my head is a bit of a mess." Yang Fan said, raising his hand.

He sensed the moving stream of cold energy in his lower abdomen, or his Dantian, and after contemplating his choice of words, he asked, "Mr. Liang, is it possible for such a thing to possess something else or another person after it dies? Could it turn into something like a flow of air and exist within a person’s body?"

Liang Laoshi chuckled, "Don’t be so tense, if that thing is dead, then it’s dead. Those Yin Spirits, or ghosts and specters, if you will, they don’t have the possibility to come back to life once they’re dead. Their souls have scattered, they’ve truly returned to dust."

"But what if it isn’t dead?" asked Yang Fan.

"If it’s not dead, that kind of thing does happen quite often," Liang Laoshi laughed lightly, "but they don’t turn into some sort of air current like parasites living inside you. Instead, they would completely control you."

"By that time, you wouldn’t be yourself anymore, nor would you have any consciousness left."

Yang Fan nodded, seemingly deep in thought, so what was the thing inside of him now?

He hesitated, unsure whether to tell Elder Liang to check it out.

Reason told him he wanted Elder Liang to check, but since they had only just met, this made him a little uneasy.

"There’s no other possibility?" asked Yang Fan.

Mr. Liang settled back on the sofa, one leg hanging down, the other knee propped up as he took a sip and said, "No, I’ve been dealing with these things for half my life, how could I not know what they’re capable of?"

"Those things, once they’re dead, they’re dead. There’s no possibility of them coming back to haunt people. And it’s even less likely for them to turn into some other little thing and hide inside a person’s body; they simply don’t have that ability."

"I know you’re a bit uneasy now, but it’s okay, I’ll tidy you up a little and check you later. Even though I make my living from this, to be frank, it feels like I’m earning your money for nothing. Because from what I can see, you’re clean, there’s nothing on you."

Yang Fan felt a bit more at ease in his heart.

But if it wasn’t the possession by the Yin Spirit, then what was that cold energy inside of him?

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn’t speak up.

He’ll look for an opportunity to study it further and consult Elder Liang if he really can’t figure it out.

For the time being, it seemed to have no effect on him.

"Mr., was that thing following me when I first came in?" asked Yang Fan.

Liang Laoshi shook his head, "No, it came to find you all of a sudden, and it had quite a fierce aura."

"That’s not right, how could these things appear in broad daylight?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Mr. Liang’s expression became a bit more solemn, "Ghosts and such do have different levels of strength. There are some powerful ones that can indeed wander around during the day, but those are very rare. You just happen to have good luck and met one."

Yang Fan: ...

Is this considered good luck?

Looking down at the wooden mace he held in his hand, Yang Fan’s expression grew even stranger, "A very rare, powerful ghost beaten to death by a swing of my mace? Why do I feel like you’re trying to trick me!"

"I’d like to trick you, but your swing of that mace has even made this old man dizzy!" Elder Liang said with a shake of his head.