Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Chapter 457

Mr. Fan personally prepared a bowl of what he called ’soup’ for Wei Juan.

But that soup... Yang Fan not only didn’t have any appetite for it, but he even felt a bit nauseous.

Calling it improper barely described it— it was essentially a bowl of poison.

The pot’s bottom was grayish, mixed with some herbs and two talismans.

When the talismans burned in the bowl, the soup directly started to emit smoke.

Yang Fan felt that even if he could mentally prepare himself and force himself to drink it, his throat would prevent him from doing so.

Luckily, Wei Juan was now unconscious and totally unaware, otherwise she would definitely prefer to remain unconscious.

After stirring the soup with his finger, Mr. Fan handed the bowl to Zhou Wenhui, "Go and make her drink it, and she will be fine. The issue isn’t too serious, it’s just a bit of a strain on her life force."

Zhou Wenhui furrowed her eyebrows so tightly it looked like she could kill flies with them, and although she said nothing, just the way she pursed her lips made Yang Fan feel that her reaction might be even stronger than his, with the contents of her stomach probably already rising to her throat.

Watching Zhou Wenhui leave, Mr. Fan then turned to Yang Fan and said, "Don’t tell your family about the Mysterious Spirit Level issue. Knowing this will only make them more anxious unnecessarily."

Yang Fan nodded, "So, Mr. Fan, that’s why you just vaguely explained it to my Little Mother using ghosts."

Mr. Fan did not deny it and simply responded faintly, "Spirit Level is a more formal term, while ghosts are relatively more generic. We are accustomed to referring to all Yin Spirits-related creatures as ghosts."

"Mr. Fan, is there any difference between them?" Yang Fan asked.

"There are many differences, and it’s quite complicated to explain in a short time," Mr. Fan said. "The common types we encounter, whether they are wandering lights in the wilderness or Yin Spirits that roam the mortal realm for certain reasons, are all considered ordinary mysteries."

"Do you remember something Elder Liang said today?" Mr. Fan looked at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan thought hard and shook his head.

His mind was filled with mush today; how could he remember what Elder Liang had said?

From last night to now, the day and night had been like a dream to him, vague and surreal. At times, he even doubted whether what he had done was real or not.

"When I mentioned it was a Spirit Level Mysterious, he reacted with shock and said, ’Aren’t these things not around anymore?’" Mr. Fan said. "To speak of these matters, we’d have to involve the laws of nature and the universe."

With this reminder, Yang Fan then recalled that it indeed seemed to be the case.

Mr. Fan, telling it like a story, slowly said to Yang Fan, "Due to the universal laws, the Spirit Level and above mysteries indeed vanished from the world for a long time. Just like trees need water and soil to grow, for a long period, the universe didn’t have suitable conditions for those entities to survive, only the ordinary mysteries were allowed."

"Mr. Fan, why are ordinary mysteries allowed to exist?" Yang Fan asked curiously.

"Because..." Mr. Fan, standing with his hands behind his back, sighed deeply and said, "This matter is more complicated."

"This involves reincarnation, the Nether River, and really, it’s a very big reason. I’ll try to put it simply. If we get into the specifics, I myself only understand half of it. If we really start going into details, it might take a day or two to finish."

"Simply put, the universal laws allow ordinary mysteries to exist!"

Yang Fan opened his mouth, this simplification... really was quite simple.

"Why is that?" he asked.

Mr. Fan looked at Yang Fan, chuckled, and said, "Because it’s allowed."

Yang Fan: ...

It seemed like he said something, but then it also seemed like he said nothing.

"In our world, there actually exist many complex things. Yin Spirits mostly lack consciousness. Because of certain special reasons, most of them are past-life obsessions, wandering between heaven and earth," Mr. Fan explained.

He was fairly kind-hearted, not just declaring it was over with a because-therefore statement.

"You know that after a person dies, we have the initial seventh day, fourteenth day, all the way to the forty-ninth day. Once the forty-ninth day is over, most of the Yin Spirits leave. You know that, right? Don’t ask me where they go. You’ll slowly understand that yourself in the future. I can’t really explain it clearly," Mr. Fan said.

"But a part of them may stay because of things like obsessions, or getting trapped somewhere, and there are many different situations, not all the same. This is the usual mysteriousness. In certain special places, some Spirit Level, even stronger mysterious entities, are born. There weren’t any before, but now there are, and it seems there have been more emerging recently."

"However, you just need a basic understanding of this. There’s no need to delve too deeply. If it weren’t for your recent streak of bad luck, these things are actually quite distant from most ordinary people. If you hadn’t encountered them, you might never have known about them in your lifetime."

Yang Fan nodded thoughtfully, finding the old man’s words quite grounded.

Indeed, if it weren’t for this unfortunate encounter, he probably would never have learned about these things in his lifetime.

"Mr. Fan, is there any benefit for us in killing these entities?" Yang Fan asked.

He wanted to find out about the source of the cold energy in his Dantian.

Mr. Fan gave Yang Fan a mysterious look, "It seems this experience has shocked you quite a bit. What benefit could there be for us? The benefit is ensuring your safety. What more could you want?"

Yang Fan gave an embarrassed smile, "I mean, is there anything that might burst out, like in video games, where you defeat a monster and get a thing or two that can be useful for us? The higher the level of the monster, the better the loot."

Mr. Fan looked at him blankly as he scratched his chin, "Well, I suggest you go get some sleep and reboot your brain. What are you thinking? These are mysterious entities, not wealth-giving boys. What could they possibly burst out for you?"

"I’m just purely curious!" Yang Fan said.

Mr. Fan shook his head speechlessly, "Put away that imagination. It’s absolutely impossible."

"...Oh."

"The shock you’ve experienced from last night until now has indeed been quite significant. Go get some rest quickly, I’m leaving," Mr. Fan said, "If you have any further issues, call me anytime."

"Mr. Fan, have some dinner first, and let me drive you to the county town. It’s already so late," Yang Fan said.

Mr. Fan waved his hand and headed straight for the door, "I’ve already eaten. Just go back, my car is in the village, I’m going to check on Elder Liang first."

Yang Fan followed and saw off Mr. Fan.

He waited until Mr. Fan had disappeared into the dark country road before he headed back home.

"Hey, wait a minute!"