Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Chapter 491

"Fanzi... Fanzi..."

The elusive voice echoed in his ears, each call burrowing into Yang Fan’s ears, causing him to become drowsy and dazed, as memories from his childhood involuntarily surfaced before his eyes.

Back then, time was warm, his father spoke softly and gently with his mother in the room, discussing their family’s future, while he and his brother played in the courtyard, entertained for an entire day by a pile of mud.

Yang Fan, looking at the vivid images in his mind that seemed almost before his eyes, inadvertently moistened the corners of his eyes.

With the support of the cold energy in his Dantian, he actually knew this was a hallucination.

But he just wanted to greedily look one more time.

Time, this merciless thief, he was about to completely forget all of this...

In a daze and muddled state, he heard another voice, "Yang Fan, what are you doing?"

That voice seemed isolated from the world, sounding incredibly elusive and intensely unreal.

Yang Fan suddenly woke up, knowing he could no longer indulge in this memory.

Suddenly urging the cold energy within his Dantian, Yang Fan turned around and swung fiercely.

A muffled grunt sounded.

Instantly clear, a white figure flashed by in front of him.

Yang Fan immediately followed, swinging the wooden mace in his hand vigorously and swiftly.

The figure stumbled, suddenly revealing a ferocious look.

Gone was the appearance of a sunny, innocent girl, her face wreathed in black energy where one could vaguely see a highly decayed face, with what seemed to be endless blood continuously welling up in her eye sockets.

"You beast, die for your father!" Yang Fan roared, swinging his wooden mace into an impenetrable net.

The white figure dodged left and right, trying to get close to Yang Fan.

Probably because it failed to charm Yang Fan, the creature’s fierce temper arose, preparing to kill Yang Fan outright.

Piercing, soul-shaking screams echoed in Yang Fan’s ears.

But such attacks did not cause much fear in Yang Fan; instead, they provoked the ferocity in his heart.

At this critical juncture, Yang Fan was very clear about one thing, fear would not change anything, it would only lead him and Xiang Xue Ting into a deadly trap, only by gathering courage and fighting this creature could they see a result.

"Kill!"

Yang Fan bellowed, chasing after the white figure with a flurry of wild chops.

Although he was not as fast as the creature, once he had a firm grip on it, it would not be easy for her to escape.

Also, to Yang Fan’s delight, as the creature took more hits from the wooden mace, its speed started to slow. The wooden mace was indeed causing definite damage, though the degree of damage was light and a few blows could not impede her movements.

During this time, the white figure constantly tried to approach Yang Fan, but it was always blocked by his wooden mace.

At the crossroads, the slightly drunk, chubby driver, stuck his head out of the car window and watched with interest.

"This guy, what a mad dog fighting style, what is he practicing." The chubby driver chuckled amusedly.

Because he was watching Yang Fan’s swordsmanship too intently, he missed the green light again.

"Hey, buddy, let me teach you a couple of moves!" he suddenly shouted at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan paid no attention.

His eyes could not take in any other action, as he was completely focused on the elusive white figure in front of him.

This damned creature, its ranged attack seemed to be just the beguiling whispers, with no other tactics.

Beyond that, he was quite quick in his actions.

As for what methods might come into play in close combat, Yang Fan didn’t know.

And he didn’t want to find out.

This ghostly thing kept trying to get close to her, clearly possessing some other tricks.

"Damn it, come on, keep running, let your daddy see what you’ve got!" Although the wooden mace in Yang Fan’s hand lacked technique, he swung it so tightly that no gaps were left, blocking wherever the ghostly thing lunged.

As long as the wooden mace could touch it, the thing dared not make contact again.

"Dude, that’s not how you do it, if you’re playing with swordsmanship, at least aim for as fast as thunder, swift as the wind. That thing is a sword, not an ax, nor a big knife, how can you just hack away?" The chubby driver jumped out of his car and shouted loudly.

It was unclear whether he really understood or was just pretending, but either way, Yang Fan’s swordsmanship seemed to have thoroughly annoyed him.

It was so bad that he couldn’t stand to watch.

"This is a mace, not a sword!" Yang Fan shouted back when he could.

This guy really enjoyed stirring up trouble.

Ignorance is the sorrow of many, but it can also be a kind of bliss.

"I know that thing of yours is a sword, isn’t that exactly what I was talking about?" the chubby driver yelled.

Yang Fan ignored him, his ears not tuned to take advice on such matters.

He swung his wooden mace down hard again, this time deliberately letting the Mysterious close in while he talked, and sure enough, the creature took the bait and lunged at him.

Yang Fan fiercely swung his wooden mace down.

The mace struck the Mysterious squarely on the head, which could have haunted Yang Fan’s nightmares endlessly, with a dull thud, followed by a piercing scream from the Mysterious, which then vanished like smoke before Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was still somewhat incredulous at the scene before him, his gaze remaining vigilantly around him.

After confirming several times, he finally convinced himself.

That thing seemed truly dead.

Because a strong aura had burst into his Dantian, causing the cold energy which was initially as thin as a pinky finger to grow about twice as robust and morph into something resembling a swimming fish.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt a very absurd sense of reality.

He had actually killed a Spirit Level Mysterious with his own hands...

This was something that even Mr. Shen had to handle with care, yet he had managed to hack it to death in a frantic melee?

Was it the special nature of the cold energy inside him, or was this Whisperer just too weak a bit?

Yang Fan put away the wooden mace and walked toward Xue Ting, who was hiding behind the car, "Stop hiding, it’s not much use hiding from those things. The problem is solved."

"Really?!" Xue Ting asked, immediately filled with immense surprise.

Yang Fan nodded, "Although it almost got me, it’s finally resolved. If it’s convenient, let’s go to your place to rest, have some water, I’m a bit tired."

The crazy dog fighting method just now had relaxed him, leaving him feeling sore all over, as if he had been heavily beaten, and his arms were even feeling weak.

"Convenient, very convenient," Xue Ting said hastily. "Even if you hadn’t mentioned it, I was going to ask you to come to my house anyway. I’m still a little worried; what if there’s another unclean place at home?"

Yang Fan nodded and leaned on Xue Ting’s car to light a cigarette.

That was very nearly a disaster.

He hadn’t felt it at the moment, but now that he had relaxed, his body felt as though it wasn’t his own.

At the intersection, the chubby driver suddenly saw Xue Ting’s police car and scurried like a mouse seeing a cat. He no longer flaunted his advice on Yang Fan’s swordsmanship; quickly he dove into his car, crossed the solid line, and turned right to flee down the right-hand road.