Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Chapter 466

Yang Fan’s sudden appearance startled the mysterious ghost, which was skulking along the base of the wall.

This was the first time he had seen such a vivid expression on a ghost’s face.

Though, to be fair, he hadn’t seen many.

Yet the ghost’s expression quickly regained composure. Its startled body swayed momentarily backward before swiftly returning to normal, coolly and eerily drifting past Yang Fan.

"Hey!"

Yang Fan called out softly.

He wanted to test if the thing could actually hear him speak.

To his surprise, the ghost truly halted in its steps. With its head down in a bizarre angle, it twisted to look at Yang Fan, seemingly to confirm he was indeed calling to it.

"Heh, you actually understand human speech. Wait, that’s a bit of a dumb question. You were human before, so of course you should understand me!" Yang Fan chuckled, as his right hand, clutching the wooden mace, readied itself.

"Right, let me ask you something. Can those below the Spirit Level like you speak?"

After affirming that Yang Fan was really talking to it, the ghost’s expression instantly turned sinister and terrifying.

Its ghastly pale face, as if pasted from paper and thrumming with malicious aura, suddenly glided towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan, with his wooden mace already at the ready, struck down fiercely.

Whomp!

The mace struck with sparks and solid force, a pity it didn’t deal a lethal blow.

The ghost’s body violently trembled, staring at Yang Fan with a look of utter shock.

It seemed to be astonished that Yang Fan had managed to hit it.

This guy’s expressions were indeed more diverse than the two ghosts Yang Fan had encountered before.

The shock on its paper-white face was quite surprising to Yang Fan as well.

After a brief moment of bewilderment, the ghost’s visage turned vicious. With a sudden screech, it lunged at Yang Fan, bringing a chilling wind that was so piercingly cold it made Yang Fan’s eyes sting.

He finally understood why this ghost’s expressions were more varied—it was because of its strength.

The liveliness and expressiveness of these ghosts seemed to be directly linked to their strength.

Just like the Spirit Level ghost, which not only had reactions akin to a living person but could also remember past events and tell Yang Fan a story.

The two ghosts Yang Fan had encountered before were probably weaker, with very stiff reactions.

They appeared to be sensory-devoid entities, operating purely on instinct or some kind of command.

Yang Fan shielded his eyes with his hand while chaotically swinging his wooden mace about.

"Ahh..."

The ghost suddenly let out a cry that sounded almost like a moan, with an echo to it, no less.

The sound abruptly escalated, then slowly faded.

"To hell with that, don’t you dare make those perverted noises," Yang Fan muttered angrily under his breath.

Worried about alerting Fu Xuebing and Li Jia in the courtyard, he didn’t dare to raise his voice.

Swinging the wooden mace wildly, Yang Fan himself had no clue where he might strike next.

It was a blind flurry of attacks.

The ghost’s speed was quite fast, making it hard to hit, unpredictable, and forcing him to defend himself with erratic strikes.

"Ah..."

Another sound as if Yang Fan had hit a sweet spot rose again.

The surrounding chill abruptly dropped, and a suffocating heat crept up stealthily.

With slight amazement, Yang Fan looked around and mused, "Dead?"

"No, that’s not right."

Muttering to himself, Yang Fan spun around and the wooden mace swung out abruptly.

"Ah—"

With a dull thud, the ghost dissipated into nothingness.

Yang Fan shivered and cursed under his breath, "I knew you creatures would pull something like this, crawling on people’s backs, think that’s fun? To hell with you, you can’t scare me now."

He was always someone with a rather large heart, and after experiencing two incidents, he’d developed a certain immunity.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have thought about scaring ghosts.

Yang Fan shivered again as the ghostly entity had rested its jaw on his shoulder not long ago, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

A surge of cold energy, noticeably thicker than before, burrowed into his Dantian.

Yang Fan felt it and suddenly his face lit up with surprise.

This one seemed capable of competing with the previous three, as the solitary cold energy within his Dantian had significantly grown, now feeling as thick as a chopstick.

Feeling the changes in his body, Yang Fan, with the wooden mace in hand, marched toward the front gate of Li Jia’s house with an imposing aura.

He had just noticed one of the entities leaving from behind the north room.

Getting to the back of the north room required going around from the front gate.

"Hey, how come it’s gone?"

Yang Fan reached the back but couldn’t find any trace of the ghostly thing.

In the blink of an eye, it had vanished without a trace.

Yang Fan quickly climbed the small mound behind Li Jia’s house and looked down from above at the surrounding area.

Gone!

The other two seemed to have completely disappeared as well.

Yang Fan was somewhat annoyed.

Bowing his head, he lit a cigarette, and as he exhaled smoke from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly turned his head back.

Nothing!

The space behind him was empty.

Killing one but letting the other two escape made Yang Fan deeply regretful.

A missed opportunity to strengthen his power.

Although he still hadn’t fully understood what that cold energy in his Dantian was, he’d already tasted the sweetness.

This was surely power.

Once he activated the Spirit Level energy in his Dantian, his strength at this moment was almost three times what it used to be.

Meaning he could now lift a hundred pounds with one hand!

With such a benefit, no matter what that thing was, in Yang Fan’s eyes, it was undoubtedly something excellent.

Before he finished the cigarette, he received a message from Li Jia.

"Are you still there?"

"Yeah, on the small mound in front of your house," Yang Fan replied.

As he put away his phone, he quickly glanced behind him again.

But still, he did not see the pale, sinister, emotionless face he’d expected.

In just one night, he had gone from fearing to anticipating that thing appearing behind him.

"Old Fu is asleep, I’ll come out in a bit," Li Jia replied.

"Think of an excuse first, in case Old Fu wakes up and can’t find you, it’d be hard to fool him," Yang Fan reminded her.

"No worries, I sleepwalked. I’ll just act a bit silly, and that’ll do," Li Jia answered.

Yang Fan was stunned; that excuse...

Although it was a stretch, it might actually work if used just once.

Yang Fan put away his cell phone and placed his wooden mace within easy reach, then he stared intensely at the gate of Li Jia’s house, having shifted from one fighting mentality to another.

Soon, a figure dressed in pink pajamas sneaked out of the house.

Probably worried about waking Fu Xuebing, Li Jia didn’t turn on a flashlight and just felt her way out.

This woman’s courage seemed to be growing lately.

Seeing this, Yang Fan took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and walked down.

It was probably because of his Heavenly Eye that he could see relatively clearly under such moonlight, but seeing Li Jia walking as if she was a blind person crossing a river, it was clear she could barely make out where the path was.