Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Chapter 462

The room was filled with endless charm, yet he chose to venture out in the dead of night in search of those ghostly entities. This decision made Yang Fan truly regretful; as he left the room, he almost took one step and looked back three times.

The quiet midsummer night resonated with the intermittent, noisy chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs.

With a powerful flashlight in hand, Yang Fan headed towards the village office, clutching the Thunderstruck Wood Mace tightly, his gaze vigilant and his ears tuned to any unusual sounds that might emerge nearby.

However, the journey was a mix of close calls without any actual danger, with no ghostly creature jumping out to give him a scare.

Upon reaching the entrance of the village office, Yang Fan hesitated and decided not to go in straight away, but to first make a phone call to Mr. Fan.

"Mr. Fan, I’m at the entrance of the village office, should I come in?" asked Yang Fan.

"Come in! We’re at the back of the building. You don’t expect the two of us old men to come out and fetch you, do you?" Mr. Fan replied with a laugh and slight annoyance in his voice.

Yang Fan chuckled, "You just mentioned this place had turned into some sort of ghostly haunt, I was worried I might vanish without a trace the moment I stepped in."

"It’s a precaution, not a reality yet," Mr. Fan explained, "If that thing had already been done, then indeed, it might be easy for you to disappear the moment you set foot inside. Come on in, it’s very safe here now, no worries."

Yang Fan was suddenly alarmed. Heck, there actually was that possibility.

After hanging up the phone, he walked into the village office and circled around to the back of the building, where he could see the two old gentlemen from afar.

Surprisingly, they were roasting something over a fire and eating.

There was also the smell of alcohol; they seemed to be casually drinking...

Hadn’t they said they were busy capturing the mysterious across the village, nearly worn out?

This was far from the scene Yang Fan had imagined.

"Elders, you seem quite at leisure," Yang Fan approached them, unable to keep a smile off his face as he spoke.

"Don’t you take a break when you’re tired from farming?" Mr. Fan retorted while nibbling on a chicken leg, giving Yang Fan a glance, "Tasks like these are very draining, we’re not fools. We know to rest and replenish our energy when we’re tired."

"Yes, yes, you’re right, Mr. Fan," Yang Fan was just making a casual joke and didn’t disagree.

"Want some?" Elder Liang dug out a chicken leg from his bag and offered it.

He had brought the kind that cost only a few yuan each, extremely salty ones.

It looked like Elder Liang had been preparing for a late-night snack for himself.

In his bag, you could vaguely see quite a few small snacks.

Yang Fan waved his hand, declining Elder Liang’s kind offer, "I just had dinner."

"Here, wash your hands with some liquor, and wipe your face too. Let me check if there’s any other issue with you," Mr. Fan said, lifting a bottle of cheap liquor that seemed to cost just around ten or twenty yuan, and instructed Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was also worried about this matter and complied obediently.

Elder Liang had already examined him during the day, but hadn’t found anything unusual.

Mr. Fan’s experience obviously ran much deeper than Elder Liang’s, so having him take another look gave Yang Fan some peace of mind.

Yang Fan had assumed Mr. Fan would use some profound techniques, but instead, he grabbed Yang Fan’s wrist and took his pulse, a method Yang Fan had not expected at all.

Catching ghosts had suddenly turned into a medical examination, which was somewhat incongruous.

"Strong and vigorous Qi and blood, hmm..." Mr. Fan muttered, then pulled back Yang Fan’s eyelid to take a look.

This action really made him look like an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor rather than a mystic from the Profound Sect.

"Not only are you fine, but you’re also excessively healthy," Mr. Fan said, "Although I still feel something odd, it seems it was just a coincidence that a servant ghost sent by the Mysterious Faction was following you."

Yang Fan felt much more at ease and then asked, "Mr. Fan, is it possible it’s because of what we did last night..."

He caught himself mid-sentence and immediately stopped.

Damn, almost forgot, this is Fan Sisi’s grandfather.

And he clearly knew about him and Fan Sisi.

If he mentioned that he slept last night with sister-in-law and Wei Juan, the old man might treat him like a ghost to be exorcised.

"What happened last night?" Mr. Fan asked curiously.

Yang Fan cleared his throat, "Last night, I took quite a few provocative actions and my Little Mother said that this place used to belong to a Yang family landlord, maybe one of my ancestors."

"It’s not very likely, but there’s still a chance," Mr. Fan waved it off and said, "Don’t worry about it anymore. You’re fine now. Ghostly thinking can sometimes be different from humans; it’s normal not to understand them."

"I’ll ’Open your Heavenly Eye’ for you now, and then you can wander around the village. Don’t worry, just whack anything suspicious you run into, better safe than sorry."

Yang Fan was stunned, "Mr. Fan, by the sound of it, are the two of you not going?"

"We just got back. We need to rest a while first," Mr. Fan said as he took out a small bottle and a stack of yellow talismans from his pocket.

He rifled through them, pulled out one talisman, and tucked it into Yang Fan’s breast pocket.

"This is for your protection. If it ignites by itself, don’t hesitate, come straight back!" Mr. Fan cautioned, then opened the small bottle, dripped two drops of the liquid onto his fingertips, made a complex hand gesture, muttered something quietly, and then lightly traced his fingertips in front of Yang Fan’s eyes.

Yang Fan instantly felt a cool breeze on his eyes, as if he had applied eye drops with menthol, very refreshing.

Moreover, his vision seemed to have improved, seeing more clearly than before.

"Mr. Fan, aren’t you guys being a bit too confident in me?" Yang Fan felt it and couldn’t help but say, "I’m scared to death right now, and you want me to stroll around the village in the middle of the night, how about we go together later?"

"You have an amulet, and you’re armed with a wooden mace, what’s there to be afraid of?" Mr. Fan said, "A young man with such vigorous vitality, how can you be so faint-hearted? Go with confidence, there won’t be any problems."

Yang Fan looked at Mr. Fan speechlessly, "I suddenly really regret volunteering to help..."

"It’s fine, nothing will happen, buck up and go!" Mr. Fan insisted, "Elder Liang and I will rest for a while and then come to find you. Does that put your mind at ease?"

"I feel like I’ve been tricked into this!" Yang Fan said helplessly, "Are there many of those mysterious types left in the village now?"

"There might be seven or eight still out there, not too many," Mr. Fan replied, "As long as they don’t gather and attack you, with my amulet and the Peach Wood Sword, your safety is absolutely assured, go on."

"Well then, considering you saved Wei Juan, I’ll trust you this time," Yang Fan said.

Actually, he was really feeling nervous.