Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Chapter 455

Yang Fan felt like his bones were falling apart, and it seemed like one or two ribs were also broken.

The pain was truly heart-piercing and bone-deep.

Zhou Wenhui didn’t leave but stood firmly in front of Yang Fan to protect him.

She was like the protective hen she had resembled in the game earlier, spreading her arms and shouting at Wei Juan who was crawling over the roof, "I know you’re not Wei Juan anymore, whatever you want, come at me!"

"Oh, yes... hahaha," Wei Juan laughed hideously. "The whimpers and fear of people about to die are just wonderful!"

Though her face was entwined with dense veins like tree roots and looked blue, her condition seemed much more stable than before. Those earlier screams must have been Mr. Fan performing his magic remotely.

However, it seemed that his magic hadn’t caused much damage to Wei Juan.

Yang Fan strugglingly raised his right hand to wipe the bruise at the corner of his mouth and pushed Zhou Wenhui away as he shouted, "Little Mother, go! Just go! Take them with you, what’s the point of us all risking our lives here? Hurry and leave!"

Zhou Wenhui remained unmoved, her body shook briefly, then she once again spread her arms to protect Yang Fan, "Shut up, you wretched boy! If you died, how do you expect us to live on?"

"Little Mother, what are you confused about? I’ll hold her off, just go quickly!" Yang Fan shouted strenuously.

How could such a wise and intelligent woman suddenly become so foolish?

"What a touching scene!" Wei Juan with both hands on the roof top looked down at Yang Fan and Zhou Wenhui in a mysterious posture and suddenly laughed ominously.

"You just mentioned negotiating terms. I suddenly thought of a condition. One stepmother, one stepson, do something for me to watch. I enjoy watching others do it in front of me. There was someone who really liked doing this before. I used to despise it utterly, wishing I could devour his flesh, but now, I like watching it. Come on, do it and maybe I’ll let one of you go."

Yang Fan, with eyes dark and gloomy, said sternly to Zhou Wenhui, "Little Mother, let’s go find Elder Liang at the village committee!"

Zhou Wenhui, without responding to Yang Fan, her gaze flickering, said to Wei Juan, "I just heard Fanzi saying that you have achieved great progress in your cultivation. Since you’ve reached this point, you should be someone who keeps her word, right?"

Wei Juan laughed ominously again in a very strange tone, "Hehehe... Don’t worry, I keep my word."

"Little Mother!!!" Yang Fan suddenly shouted.

Had this woman gone mad too?

Zhou Wenhui was unmoved, as if she hadn’t heard Yang Fan at all.

"Okay, I agree," she said to Wei Juan.

"Then let’s begin. Ah... I seem to have suddenly discovered something very interesting." Wei Juan laughed maniacally, but as she did, she suddenly let out a piercing scream.

Clearly, it must have been Mr. Fan taking action again.

This time, the damage to the ghost with a Spirit Level seemed somewhat severe. Wei Juan, who had been moving effortlessly on the roof, suddenly lost her balance and fell off.

A surge of intense hope had just ignited in Yang Fan’s eyes when he saw Wei Juan’s body twist very agilely and firmly attach itself to another wall. Her hands and feet didn’t even seem to grasp the wall, yet she stayed firmly against it.

Yang Fan sighed in regret, his spirit plunging into the abyss.

It seemed that Mr. Fan was also somewhat helpless against this ghostly entity.

"I advise you not to hope," Wei Juan said with a broad grin, her voice ominous. "That old thing can’t hurt me yet. Compared to the agony I endured in that cellar, this pain is nothing, just like being pricked with a needle."

"It does truly hurt, but it won’t kill me. Disappointing, isn’t it? Gigglegigglegiggle..."

Yang Fan was indeed very disappointed, but he hadn’t lost all hope yet!

Through Wei Juan’s words, he also realized that this so-called Spirit Level ghost must be the main wife of the landlord.

The one he had earlier struck down with his stick might have been the servant ghost mentioned by Wei Juan.

"Watch closely, I’m about to start!" Zhou Wenhu, her pretty face tense, said to Wei Juan.

"Come on, come on!" Wei Juan changed her posture, squatting on the upright wall like a monkey, ready to watch the show.

Yang Fan looked at Little Mother, who was ready to undress, and said gravely, "Little Mother, what are you doing?"

"No more words. We can’t escape. If one of us can live, that’s enough!" Zhou Wenhu shouted.

Yang Fan was so angry that he couldn’t speak. "How do you know we can’t escape if you haven’t tried? I said I’d hold them off while you run, and you..."

"I have my reasons. Right now, you can’t move; just listen to me!" Zhou Wenhu said sternly.

Yang Fan was left utterly speechless.

Her reasons, what kind of reasons were those?

If she had run away just now, he could have held them off for a few minutes, and they might have had a chance to escape.

But now, they were both trapped here, and his sister-in-law and the others didn’t even know what had happened.

Zhou Wenhu lifted her skirt, ripped apart her black underpants in one move, then unzipped Yang Fan’s zipper, ready to thrust in.

But at that moment, Yang Fan was in too much pain, and under circumstances like these, how could he respond?

Zhou Wenhu rubbed her hand on it, then quickly bent down and started to spasm.

With intense stimulation, she forcefully got Yang Fan to become erect, then sat down straight on him.

Yang Fan, powerless, looked at Zhou Wenhu. "Little Mother, you..."

Zhou Wenhu didn’t pay him any heed and instead looked up at Wei Juan on the wall. "Like this, are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied! Little Mother and the step-son, truly explosive...look good, move faster, faster!" Wei Juan clapped her hands excitedly, shouting, and at some point, her hands had grown blackish-blue long fingernails.

But her excitement didn’t last long before she suddenly screamed in pain and crashed heavily onto the floor.

This time, it seemed she really got hurt.

After falling, she didn’t recover quickly, instead rolling on the ground, screaming in agony, with wisps of white smoke rising from her body.

And just then, Yang Fan suddenly felt something wrong with himself, too.

Due to Little Mother’s movements up and down, he had inadvertently exerted strength in his Dantian.

Because of this action, the trace of cold energy hidden inside his Dantian suddenly began to move, and a cool sensation immediately spread throughout his body.

The pain in his fractured chest suddenly decreased, and it seemed like his arm strength had increased, too.

"Little Mother, let go of me, hurry up, quick!" Yang Fan urgently whispered.

Zhou Wenhu hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"Quickly, hurry, trust me!" Yang Fan shouted urgently.

Zhou Wenhu’s legs were wrapped around his waist, almost completely immobilizing him.

It seemed Zhou Wenhu also realized something at last, as she quickly got up and swiftly zipped up Yang Fan’s zipper.

Just as she let go, in the next second Yang Fan sprang out like a leopard!