Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Chapter 445

Yang Fan was actually quite confused and disordered at this moment.

He didn’t know where his mind should wander to.

The outcome of that whack was even more horrifying than his face-to-face encounter with the female ghost last night.

"Can I have a look at that thing in your hand now?" Liang Laoshi’s eyes glittered as he eyed the wooden mace in Yang Fan’s hand, "All your doubts, I think maybe they are about this object."

"This?" Yang Fan removed the black cloth covering the wooden mace, "It’s just a wooden mace, given to me by a friend to play with. It has no significance in itself. This time, my Little Mother thought perhaps it would be effective against evil spirits, so she had me carry it with me. To be blunt, it’s just something to bolster courage."

"You say... this thing has no significance?" Liang Laoshi had somehow moved up close to Yang Fan’s face, eyeing the mace as if his eyes were shining with a wolfish gleam.

Yang Fan instinctively stepped back.

He was sure he hadn’t been possessed by that female ghost, but at this moment he felt as though Liang Laoshi resembled someone who was, with those eyes emitting a creepy, greenish glow.

"Such a fine thing, a fine thing... I’m not robbing you, why are you hiding?" Liang Laoshi looked at Yang Fan somewhat annoyed.

"You’re not robbing, but I seem to have seen your greed," Yang Fan said directly.

Liang Laoshi seemed to realize that his posture was somewhat inappropriate, and he cleared his throat, straightening up, "This... Haha, isn’t it just the excitement of seeing a good item? The Thunderstruck Wood Mace, crafted by a master and even inscribed with a talisman array, is rare, spit, more than rare. Many people with money wouldn’t even know where to buy one."

"It’s that valuable?" Yang Fan was also taken aback.

He really always thought it was just an ordinary wooden mace.

Liang Laoshi adopted the air of a connoisseur, pinching the sweat hairs above his lip, he said indifferently, "Although it’s not priceless, to some people, it’s indeed a treasure that money can’t buy. But for ordinary people, it really has no meaning, just a common piece of wood."

"Young man, sell it to me, I’ll give you five hundred!"

"Five hundred?" Yang Fan’s face darkened suddenly, "You just said it’s beyond price, that people with money don’t even know where to go to buy it, yet you’re offering five hundred? Sir, do you think I’m a fool?"

Liang Laoshi coughed lightly, "For ordinary people, indeed, it has no use at all, just a child’s toy!"

"It was a gift from a friend, I’m keeping it to play with and not selling it!" Yang Fan declared.

Liang Laoshi’s words just now had reminded him, and he now seriously suspected that the cold energy within him was related to the wooden mace.

If that were true, there seemed to be nothing to worry about.

The sword was given by Fan Sisi’s grandfather, and he probably had no reason to harm him, the person who had assisted him.

"One thousand!" Liang Laoshi raised a finger, increasing the offer.

Yang Fan’s attitude remained firm, "Not for sale!"

"What I said wasn’t for you to treat it as a treasure. To those who don’t recognize its value, you might only sell it for ten yuan. Let me have it, one thousand two, that’s the highest I can go," Liang Laoshi said.

Yang Fan chuckled softly, passed Liang Laoshi a cigarette, and forcefully cut off his haggling, "Mr. Liang, I think we should consider the matter concerning that female ghost. I really won’t sell this object."

"You also said it very clearly, that it’s a good item only to those who recognize its value. I’ve met such a person now, but it seems like you’re trying to cheat me. This was a gift from my friend; it has great sentimental value to me. I’m not short of a thousand or eight hundred, let’s drop it."

Liang Laoshi fiercely lit the cigarette handed to him by Yang Fan, then suddenly shouted, "Three thousand, that’s my limit!"

"Even if that’s the limit, it’s not for sale," Yang Fan shook his head resolutely.

Liang Laoshi’s attitude made him realize that his wooden mace might indeed be extraordinary.

Even if he had offered ten thousand yuan, he wouldn’t have considered earning that money.

"You this kid... alright, as a result of my talking too much, I won’t force anyone to do anything." Liang Laoshi reluctantly glanced at the wooden mace in Yang Fan’s hands, shook his head, and sighed, "This time, I won’t charge you a cent. I’ll settle this matter for you for free. How about in the future you introduce me to that master?"

"Business is business. Let’s settle the business first and then talk about other things. If you can help me get rid of this trouble, I’ll still pay you, and I will certainly introduce you to that master," Yang Fan said.

He had yet to meet Fan Sisi’s grandfather and would need to give Fan Sisi a heads-up about it in advance.

He was very keen on facilitating their meeting.

He hoped to take the opportunity to learn more.

Liang Laoshi nodded, "Alright, you seem to be a principled young man, so let’s agree on that."

"Good," Yang Fan agreed readily.

Liang Laoshi picked up a bottle of strong liquor used for offerings from the table, took a couple of swigs to rinse his mouth, and then said to Yang Fan, "Go lie down on the bed. I’ll first check to see if there’s anything else wrong with you."

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

It would be good to check, in case that stream of cold energy was really amiss.

After taking off his shoes and lying down on the bed, Liang Laoshi held a mouthful of liquor while clutching a straw doll in his left hand, his little finger still bearing a Copper Gong. He mumbled words of incantation while circling Yang Fan’s head a few times and then suddenly sprayed out the liquor.

The straw doll ignited without flame and quickly burned into a pile of ashes.

Liang Laoshi’s eyelids narrowed slightly, a glint of menacing coldness flashing in his eyes.

He threw away the wooden mace he held in his right hand and abruptly pulled out a few copper coins from his pocket, flinging them into the air.

The coins landed precisely around Yang Fan, not one going astray.

"Heh!"

Liang Laoshi suddenly bellowed, spraying out a mist of liquor from his mouth.

Sizzling.

Without any visible spark, yet part of the liquor turned into flames right in front of Yang Fan.

However, only a portion ignited, while countless droplets of the liquor mist fell all around.

Yang Fan simply closed his eyes and mouth.

At the moment, he didn’t feel much else except as if Liang Laoshi had spit on him.

The spray of liquor was no different from a spray of saliva.

After a good while, Liang Laoshi’s voice finally spoke up, "Alright, it’s nothing serious. You can get up now."

"Mr. Liang, is there anything else wrong with me?" Yang Fan asked eagerly.

He was anxious to know the outcome.

Liang Laoshi placed the Copper Gong on the table and shook his head, "Nothing major, you’ve just been brushed by that thing and have been contaminated with some unclean qi. You might have a serious illness as a result. But, with your physique, even if I hadn’t done what I just did, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. For you, it would’ve been at most a mild cold."