Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Chapter 468

Li Jia didn’t care what had happened to Fu Xuebing or where he had gone for training during this time, and Yang Fan naturally didn’t need to meddle unnecessarily in this affair.

He had given the reminder he should have, and as long as Li Jia wasn’t kept in the dark, that was all that mattered.

Li Jia and Zhu Shanshan had a lot in common, experiencing similar romantic tribulations, but she didn’t have financial independence, giving her much less choice and making her hesitant to make certain decisions.

Yang Fan could understand her state of mind.

Although he had some advice, he thought it better to keep it to himself, realizing that he didn’t have the ability to take responsibility for her. It would be unseemly to speak out.

However, he genuinely liked the Li Jia he was seeing now.

Li Jia used to be a very tranquil, understanding sister-in-law, but now, it was as if she had unlocked her genetic potential.

She became wild!

Even the word "servant" popped out of her mouth.

The change was like going from a positive one hundred to a negative one hundred in a flash.

Even though the transformation was quite drastic, Yang Fan really liked it.

He truly liked women who were spirited.

After whispering sweet nothings in the storeroom for a while, Yang Fan then stealthily left.

As much as he enjoyed the company of women, he had other matters to attend to and couldn’t delay for too long.

Old Sir Shen said that about seven or eight had run off, and by now he had come across four or maybe five of them.

He wasn’t sure if the one he had just bludgeoned to death with his mace was one of the three he had seen in the courtyard earlier.

So, there could still be about three or four of them wandering outside.

Whether it was for the sake of his own strength improvement or the safety of the villagers, he ought to find those three quickly.

Given the extreme curiosity exhibited by these beings, if left to roam outside, it probably wouldn’t be long before the villagers would have to call a Yin Yang Master to conduct a ritual or something similar.

Carrying the wooden mace, Yang Fan left Li Jia’s house and walked through the village like a solitary ghost.

It wasn’t that he was deliberately sneaky, but he had to be vigilant of his surroundings and occasionally turn his head sharply to check behind him, which naturally made him look suspicious.

Luckily, it was nearing midnight, so no one noticed him or suspected that he might have suddenly developed some illness.

After killing three mysterious creatures, Yang Fan suddenly felt that the night wasn’t so terrifying anymore.

He walked through the dark night in the village with ease, moving from one corner to another.

But strangely, the other creatures seemed to have completely vanished.

After spending more than an hour searching, Yang Fan had covered most of the village but hadn’t spotted a single one.

He had worked his way from the outskirts toward the center of the village.

The complete lack of findings made Yang Fan begin to wonder if Mr. Fan and Elder Liang had already dealt with them. Both elders seemed somewhat unreliable, likely to solve the problem and then forget to inform him, probably off to drink somewhere.

Yang Fan thought it over and decided to make a phone call to inquire.

Just as he took out his phone, he suddenly noticed an old lady walking towards him from a fork in the road ahead.

Yang Fan’s expression stiffened abruptly.

What was this old lady doing out so late at night?

He was very familiar with her; her surname was Wang, and Yang Fan didn’t know her first name, always calling her Granny Wang.

She had once been a barefoot doctor and a matchmaker, very kind-hearted, and had raised three sons. Lao Er and the youngest went to other places and were said to be living luxuriously, quite wealthy.

The economic situation of the eldest was relatively poor, and he would find odd jobs around the county to make a living.

At home, it was just the elderly lady and his wife living together.

"Granny Wang, where are you going so late at night?" After Yang Fan shouted this, he suddenly realized something was amiss.

It was past midnight; how could she possibly be going out, especially without even a flashlight?

Could it be...

Yang Fan abruptly lowered his head to look at Granny Wang’s feet.

Indeed, her tiptoes were barely touching the ground.

This old lady is dead...

"Fanzi, are you calling me?" Granny Wang looked at Yang Fan somewhat confusedly before her eyes gradually returned to normal.

Yang Fan nodded stiffly, "Ah... Yes, it’s me, Granny Wang, you... "

He didn’t know what to say.

You can’t just ask someone if they are dead, can you?

How presumptuous would that be!

At the same time, he was considering something, did Granny Wang’s situation count as Mysterious?

Should he perform a ritual for her as well?

Dealing with servant ghosts as flimsy as paper presented no pressure for Yang Fan, but he definitely couldn’t bring himself to harm someone he knew well.

Swinging that wooden mace down would be psychologically identical to committing murder for him.

"It seems that you, little guy, have learned some extraordinary tricks. I’m dead, and you’ve already noticed, haven’t you?" The expression on Granny Wang’s face grew more animated; apart from her body appearing to float, she seemed no different from someone alive.

Her clothes were not the typical, crazed white, but a more browny-red shroud.

"Granny Wang, you, you can see that?" Yang Fan asked somewhat nervously.

He had encountered many supernatural events that night, but this was the first time he had seen something like this. He felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity.

"I can, after a person dies, their mind suddenly fills with a lot of things." Granny Wang said cheerfully, "Dying is like opening another door and seeing another world."

"Fanzi, could you do me a favor, old lady? I don’t have much to offer you, but if you help me, you should get some benefits. It’ll be like good karma or something. I’m not entirely sure, but I have this feeling."

Yang Fan replied earnestly, "Granny Wang, just tell me if there’s anything you want me to do, no need to talk about benefits. If it’s your last wish and I can fulfill it, I’ll definitely find a way."

It would be indecent of him to eye benefits from fulfilling Granny Wang’s last wish.

"Fanzi, I’ll tell you first, and you think about if you can do it," Granny Wang smiled kindly and floated closer to Yang Fan.

This movement made Yang Fan’s heart suddenly tighten, and he subconsciously clenched the wooden mace in his hand.

After a moment’s thought, he relaxed again, lit a cigarette, and tried to somewhat conceal his reaction.

"Granny Wang, go ahead and tell me."

"Actually, I didn’t die from old age. I feel I could have lived another seven or eight years, maybe even had the chance to see those grandchildren I’ve never met since they were born," Granny Wang said with a hint of regret shaking her head.

"The thing is, I was actually killed by that woman Kou Miao and her adulterer Shen Zhongwei. I accidentally uncovered their dirty affair and somehow one of them got the idea to give me a dead chicken."

"I was baffled at how suddenly generous Kou Miao was today, stewing chicken for me out of the blue. Only after I finished eating did I realize something was wrong. The chicken soup tasted good, and the meat was tender, but the price for eating that meal turned out to be a bit too steep."