Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Chapter 461

Yang Fan hadn’t expected Little Mother to actually do a "Yang Yuan No. 2".

However, it seemed there was no difference whether she took off her clothes or not.

Underneath, she even had a vest on.

Yang Fan had been a bit hopeful, but upon seeing that, he was instantly disappointed.

What could anyone see with this?

Apart from faintly discerning some traces of a bra, there was nothing else.

Feeling regretful, Yang Fan suddenly remembered he had to make a phone call to Mr. Fan and hurriedly got up to step outside.

The meal was rather enjoyable, and he had planned to call after half an hour, but he almost forgot.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up on the other end.

"Mr. Fan, have you arrived home safely?" Yang Fan asked.

"No," Mr. Fan’s voice came through, "I’m still at your village hall. That damn Liang Laoshi stirred up a hornet’s nest, and I’m helping him catch bees. The situation is a bit messy."

Yang Fan’s heart skipped a beat on hearing this, "Is it very serious?"

"It’s not overly troublesome, but how should I put it..." Mr. Fan paused, "That Spirit Level Mysterious seems to be turning your village hall into her domain of ghosts, confining about ten servant ghosts in there."

"Luckily, we discovered it quite promptly. The problem isn’t too complex, but there are just too many of them. Can you imagine the scene of those things scurrying all over the village? I’m an old man, catching bees is quite draining."

Yang Fan instantly had that image in his mind, and his scalp tingled instantly.

"This does sound a bit tricky, doesn’t it? Mr. Fan, do you need my help?" Yang Fan asked.

"Do you think you can be of help?" Mr. Fan asked back.

"Actually I don’t know, but today I killed one with that wooden mace you gave me, I don’t know how it happened. Maybe the mace you gave is just special," Yang Fan thought aloud, "I might be able to help a little, but probably not much. If those things hide, I definitely won’t be able to see them."

This incident happened in front of Elder Liang.

If Mr. Fan asked, there was definitely no way to conceal it.

Yang Fan might as well speak up straight and credit the wooden mace for the deed.

He offered to help not out of sheer goodwill fearing for the hardships of these masters, for he was quite timid when it came to ghostly matters and actually didn’t want to get involved again.

But he was curious about the airflow within his Dantian.

That thing was birthed because he had clubbed a servant ghost to death.

Yang Fan wanted to verify the relationship between these two.

"Indeed, you’ve got some potential, kid," Mr. Fan chuckled. "You really can help a bit. The wooden mace I gave you is indeed special, but you also have some natural aptitude."

"Come on over, I’ll Open your Heavenly Eye, then you’ll be able to see them."

"This kind of running around is best suited for you young folks. We old people are just too worn out to handle it anymore. By the way, when did you kill one today? Were there servant ghosts appearing before that?"

"Just this morning!" Yang Fan said, "That thing followed me to find Elder Liang, and it scared me so much that I instinctively swung my club at it, and then it was dead."

Over the phone, Mr. Fan was silent for a while before muttering, "That’s a bit strange. Why would a servant ghost seek you out in broad daylight? These creatures, although slightly stronger than other Yin Spirits due to that Spirit Level Mysterious, are only slightly so; they can’t last too long under the sun."

Yang Fan was startled by his words, "Mr. Fan, could there be other problems with me?"

"It’s hard to say at the moment," Mr. Fan replied. "How about this, you come over first and once this matter is settled, I’ll see if there’s anything else on you. You should have mentioned this to me earlier; how would I have known that you’d encountered such a situation otherwise?"

"...I forgot," Yang Fan could only say.

"Alright, I’ll let my family know and then head over."

"Hmm, be careful on the way and if you sense anything wrong, just swing that wooden mace," Mr. Fan instructed.

"Okay!"

Yang Fan hung up the phone and returned to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, the scene inside made him pause abruptly.

Looking around, all he could see was a never-ending expanse of snowy white ravines, especially from Fourth Aunt and Little Mother, whose half spheres were large and white.

In the time it took him to make a phone call, all the women in the room had taken off their outer clothing.

With Xiao Yuan and Little Mother leading, it seemed everyone had psychologically accepted it.

Little Mother even removed her undergarments, now wearing just a tank top; through its generous neckline, Yang Fan could see most of the half spheres from above and even make out a hint of Little Honey Bean.

The rest were basically in their bras.

The colors varied, and the shapes and sizes differed.

The whitest was his sister-in-law, the largest was Fourth Aunt, the nicest-looking bra belonged to Yang Yuan, and the least covered was Wei Juan. Her bra barely covered half, with the white and floral area almost completely exposed.

Seeing this, Yang Fan not only had his eyes glued on the scene but also almost couldn’t hold back his drool.

Unfortunately, he had just volunteered to help Mr. Fan...

It seemed like he spoke too soon.

If he had known this was the situation at home, he definitely wouldn’t have said what he did.

Examining the differences between the cold energy and the mysteriousness in his Dantian could wait for another opportunity, but such a beautiful scene might not come again.

Right now, they had only removed their tops, what if they took off more later?

What a pity...

At that moment, Yang Fan almost wanted to back out. He hesitated again and again but finally decided to head to the village office.

He had already agreed to do something, and he couldn’t go back on his word.

"If you guys are scared, just go to sleep later and wait for me to come back," Yang Fan said.

Ye Tong, surprised, asked, "It’s already so late, Fanzi, where are you going?"

"I just called Mr. Fan to see if he had reached home yet, but he said he’s still at the village office and needs a little help, so I’m heading over," Yang Fan explained.

Little Mother frowned slightly. "What are they still doing at the village office? And what kind of help could you possibly offer with whatever they’re doing?"

"I don’t know, maybe there are some finishing touches. He called me to help, probably just to carry something. I can’t really be of much help with anything else," Yang Fan didn’t reveal the whole truth. Speaking it out loud would not only be fruitless but might also make Little Mother and the others worry even more, which was unnecessary.

"That’s true!" Zhou Wenhu nodded, "Then go ahead, but be careful on the road."

"You all were scared last night and are still a bit weak. When you walk, make sure never to look back, no matter what noises you hear behind you. Just get to the village office in one go."