Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 463

Chapter 463: Chapter 463

Yang Fan carefully tucked away the amulet Mr. Fan had given him, like a warrior swimming against the current, and plunged into the pitch-black summer night of Shicheng Village.

Neither Mr. Fan nor Elder Liang had specified where to go, so Yang Fan immediately thought of his own home first.

People are inherently selfish.

Faced with such a situation, the first place he wanted to check was naturally his own home.

All along the way, he was cautious, looking left and right, but he never looked back.

Although Mr. Fan had not specifically instructed him, what Little Mother had said contained the experiences often mentioned by the elderly in the village, which no one could verify whether true or false.

But Yang Fan felt that since this was a common belief among everyone, there must be some truth to it.

Before long, Yang Fan arrived in front of his own house.

To avoid startling the women at home, he lowered his footsteps and walked slowly around the house.

Everything seemed fine, clean and tidy, with no ghostly entities.

In the distance, on the mountain, there were some blue and white lights moving around, looking like oversized dandelions floating aimlessly in the pitch-black night.

But according to Mr. Fan, those were spiritless spectral beings that wouldn’t harm or leave any impression on people.

"Just go over and check on Li Jia’s house as well," Yang Fan took his gaze back, turned around, and prepared to walk to the neighboring house.

Suddenly!

A pale face abruptly appeared before his eyes.

That hollow gaze, the messy hair, the swollen and dirty pale cheeks were almost identical to the one from last night.

"Ah, damn it!"

Yang Fan was severely startled and swung the wooden mace with a flick of his hand.

However, the ghost thing suddenly grinned with a chilling smile, its figure leapt, and it moved closer to Yang Fan again.

Its speed was too fast, causing Yang Fan to miss with his swing.

Without a second word, he raised his hand and swept out with the wooden mace again.

Puff, a very faint sound was heard, faintly accompanied by a bit of electric arc.

The ghostly creature burst like a popped bubble, with a puff it was gone.

At the moment it disappeared, Yang Fan felt the cold energy in his Dantian seemed to have grown a bit stronger.

Yang Fan was stunned.

Shit, so there actually is a connection.

Killing ghosts to become stronger?

Yang Fan touched the sweat on his forehead, which he didn’t realize had formed, and sat down on the ground.

This creature seemed rather frail, but it was genuinely terrifying.

He had listened to Little Mother’s advice and had not looked back at all, who knows how long that ghostly thing had been following him.

Perhaps from the moment he left the village hall, it had been sticking close to his back.

Now Yang Fan was curious about one thing, are their existence solely to frighten people?

Or is this method of following people a prerequisite for them to take control?

First follow, scare the person, then take the opportunity to possess them?

Just now, he was so frightened that his back was drenched with cold sweat.

Yang Fan fumbled for a cigarette, took a few deep drags, allowing his heart that seemed to be floating in mid-air to calm down a bit, then he stood up and strode towards Li Jia’s house.

He now roughly understood what these mysteries were about, and also understood that the cold energy inside his Dantian that could enhance his physical fitness and heal injuries, was indeed related to killing these mysteries.

With that in mind, then he might as well kill ghosts to get stronger.

Yang Fan thought a bit ferociously, the seven or eight that escaped, he intended to take them all down today.

With the cigarette dangling from his mouth, Yang Fan took about five or six steps, then suddenly whipped his head back.

He wanted to see who would be scared now!

After circling around Li Jia’s house twice, Yang Fan didn’t know how many times he had turned back, but he hadn’t come face to face with that ghostly entity again, and his surroundings were clean, truly nothing there.

However, Yang Fan heard some moaning sounds.

These were naturally not the sounds made by anything mysterious.

It was clearly Li Jia and her husband stirring up some action again...

Curious, Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and then sneaked up to the front gate of Li Jia’s house, peering through the crack of the door into the courtyard.

This look was incredible.

It even left him at a loss for words as to how to describe the scene before him.

What Li Jia and her husband were doing at the moment was thrilling, very erotic.

But the environment around them could only be described as mysterious.

The couple had laid a straw mat on the ground in the courtyard and were getting adventurous, and Fu Xuebing had learned some difficult position from somewhere. He had Li Jia tied to a chair and had covered her with cream which he was sucking up and down.

The play was creating waves of sounds, with frequent change of styles.

Three mysterious figures were scattered around them, curiously watching.

One stood very close to Li Jia.

She seemed to be quite curious about the fresh playstyle of Li Jia and Fu Xuebing too.

Her neck was extremely stiff, turning from Li Jia to Fu Xuebing occasionally.

Although Yang Fan couldn’t see her facial expression, her actions somewhat revealed her puzzlement and curiosity.

The other two were slightly farther, standing at the edge of the straw mat, with their necks neatly tilted at a forty-five-degree angle to the left.

"These two are playing so hard that it has confused the ghosts... but it seems to have confused me too," Yang Fan felt somewhat at a loss, watching the three ghosts that he had already been keeping an eye on but seemed unable to harm.

Rushing in now would definitely not work.

He probably wouldn’t even have disabled the three ghosts before Fu Xuebing and Li Jia did him in.

"No, I need to think of something," Yang Fan muttered, suddenly turning his head back.

Unfortunately, there was nothing behind him.

Somewhat disappointed, Yang Fan quietly left the doorway and sneaked into the storeroom of Li Jia’s house.

He knew where the ladder in Li Jia’s house was situated.

Finding the ladder successfully, Yang Fan carried it lightly and sneaked to the back of the house.

He planned to monitor those three ghosts.

They couldn’t keep watching Li Jia and Fu Xuebing’s battle forever. If they didn’t find a chance to possess someone, they might just leave.

Just as they left Li Jia’s house, Yang Fan felt he might have a chance then.

To him now, those three spirits weren’t just ghostly things anymore; they represented power!

Quietly climbing onto the rooftop, Yang Fan returned to the same spot he had sneakily observed from last time.

This scene was all too familiar, almost exactly like the last time.

The only difference was that today there were three ghosts also watching the battle, and Fu Xuebing’s techniques had become more complex; his plays were high-end enough to compare with Yang Fan’s collection of prized resources.

Finding the best spot on the courtyard wall, Yang Fan quietly settled down and turned his head back sharply again.

Still nothing!

He seemed to have suddenly become less attractive to ghosts.

"Oh... Old Fu, stop playing around, it’s going to break if you keep going, hurry up and get to it," Li Jia’s soulful moans echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Hold on, don’t rush, I’ve got another nice trick here, just enjoy this first," Fu Xuebing chuckled lewdly.