Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 456

Chapter 456: Chapter 456

Yang Fan pounced like a starving tiger, swinging the wooden mace in his hand at Wei Juan’s head and face.

He could no longer afford to care about the consequences.

Even though he was reluctant to strike a deadly blow at Wei Juan, he knew that it was imperative to do so at that moment.

If he hesitated, he wouldn’t only fail to save Wei Juan herself, but he feared that Little Mother and the others would be dragged into this as well.

Bang bang bang.

The wooden mace struck Wei Juan’s body, sounding like it was hitting a quilt, the noise it made didn’t seem human at all.

Mr. Fan seemed to start putting real effort into it, Wei Juan’s face was hideous as she rolled on the ground, hissing like a serpent and emitting bursts of piercing screams. She was even unable to retaliate against Yang Fan, who brutally beat her with the wooden mace in his hand.

Suddenly, a thick smoke emanated from Wei Juan’s body, slowly coalescing into a human form.

It was possible to vaguely recognize a woman’s face, but the outline of her body was completely obscured by the mist.

"I want all of you to die—all of you dead!"

Her form had just materialized when she roared furiously.

It seemed that this must be the Spirit Level Mysterious entity.

After her true form appeared, her voice became more hollow, no longer as vivid as before, sounding as though it was circling above one’s head without a fixed location.

Yang Fan clenched the wooden mace in his hand tightly, "Demon, try and make me die, to hell with you!"

He was almost entirely driven by fear and anger at that moment.

He had no other thoughts in his mind, just one goal—to kill this demon and save his family!

With a roar, Yang Fan brandished the wooden mace and charged forward once more.

Bang!

The mace struck into the mist, suddenly sparking a burst of fire.

"Ah... how is that possible!"

A woman’s screech and a voice of shock came from within the mist.

Yang Fan, like a maniac deprived of thought, smashed the wooden mace down upon her again and again.

Sparks of fire flickered, as if striking flint.

From within the mist, a succession of pitiful cries could be heard, but what amazed Yang Fan was that the ghostly apparition didn’t fight back at all; it was as if she stood there, letting him vent his rage on her.

Yang Fan didn’t understand the reason, but he guessed that it must be a remote action taken by Mr. Fan.

Puff!

With a muffled sound, the mist abruptly turned to nothingness.

Yang Fan felt a sudden emptiness in his hand, still not quite catching up with what had happened.

That demon... dead?!

Just then, a stern shout came from outside the courtyard, "Evil spawn, where do you think you’re going!"

On hearing this, Yang Fan rushed out in a few strides, only to see in the dark night sky a flash of light, followed by a scattering of tiny flames raining down.

And there, standing atop their house’s courtyard wall in black attire, was Mr. Fan.

How on earth did this old man get up there?

The fluttering flames fell to the ground, not extinguishing immediately. Instead, they moved towards each other.

At that moment, Mr. Fan suddenly threw something.

Yang Fan hadn’t made out what it was when, in an instant, a gilded seal appeared mid-air.

"Seal!"

Mr. Fan uttered softly, and the golden seal thunderously slammed into the writhing flames.

Without any sound, the moment the seal hit, the flames went out and the seal vanished.

Yang Fan looked around and saw no other movements, then he yelled to Mr. Fan, "Mr. Fan, is that ghost thing completely dead?"

"Hmm, all clear, go grab me a ladder so I can come down!" Mr. Fan shouted.

"How did you even get up there, sir?" Yang Fan asked, wondering if he could go up but not manage to come down?

Mr. Fan said speechlessly, "Of course I climbed up. What do you think, that I could do it some other way? There are trees outside to support the climb. You’re here, do you really expect this old man to struggle and climb trees?"

Yang Fan chuckled, "Just wait a moment, sir!"

The matter was resolved, and he immediately felt a sense of relief in his heart.

He hurried forward a few steps, then Yang Fan suddenly realized a very serious issue.

His injury... seemed to have healed.

There was only a faint pain in his chest now, which was very mild.

What was that icy breath that not only healed wounds but could also enhance one’s strength?

No, it could also increase his own power.

Yang Fan clenched his fist, unsure if it was his imagination, but he felt as if he could punch someone to death right now.

"Whatever that thing was, it can heal wounds and increase one’s strength, which is good," Yang Fan muttered to himself as he quickly entered the storeroom.

Because of Wei Juan’s incident, he had overlooked this.

After grabbing a ladder, Yang Fan rushed back out and placed it beneath Mr. Fan.

Mr. Fan, who stood on the wall looking dashing and distinguished, now had trembling arms and legs, and descended extremely cautiously.

The difference before and after was, to say the least, substantial.

Yang Fan quickly reached out to help, successfully helping Mr. Fan down from the ladder.

"Mr. Fan, please check on Wei Juan first," Yang Fan said with some concern.

"The girl who was possessed?" Mr. Fan asked.

Yang Fan nodded, "When that white mist, no, the essence of that Spirit Level Mysterious floated out, she fainted. I didn’t dare to move her, and I still don’t know her condition."

"It’s okay, no need to be too nervous, I’ll take a look," Mr. Fan said.

Yang Fan quickly led Mr. Fan into the kitchen.

On the floor, Wei Juan was curled up into a ball, still lying there, with Little Mother guarding by her side.

Her clothes had been tidied up.

At that time, all she had done was lift up her skirt and tug down her underwear; fixing it up was simple.

"Fanzi, you need to take a look... who is this?" Little Mother said anxiously, then looked up and noticed Mr. Fan.

"Little Mother, this is Mr. Fan, a true master," Yang Fan introduced, "That ghost was dealt with by Mr. Fan just now."

"Thank you, Mr. Fan!"

Zhou Wenhui quickly stood up and said with a wry smile, "If not for Mr. Fan, we might have all been wiped out this time."

"Wiped out? You’re making it sound too light," Mr. Fan chuckled, extending two fingers and pressing them on Wei Juan’s neck, "The power of such ghost entities increases with the number of people they kill. Massacres of villages and towns are quite common."

"That vicious?" Zhou Wenhui exclaimed, "What exactly is this thing?"

"Ghost!" Mr. Fan uttered a word indifferently, withdrawing his fingers from Wei Juan’s neck.

"She’ll be fine. I’ll make her some soup to drink later, and after resting for a few days, she’ll be good as new."

His explanation was different from what he told Yang Fan and Elder Liang.

Yang Fan had some doubts in his heart, but he refrained from asking directly.

Mr. Fan was somewhat mysterious in his eyes.

He had used two different explanations, perhaps for a reason of his own.