Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Chapter 494

Yang Fan ingeniously steered the conversation away using that Spirit Level mysterious entity.

What kind of ace did he have up his sleeve? Of course, he had none!

How many days had he been exposed to the dark side of this world?

In this world, Yang Fan was still in the exploration stage; he didn’t know how deep the waters were, nor was he aware of the many latent rules. The special cold energy within his Dantian was all the more reason to be prudent and cautious. One misstep could lead him into a trap and cost him his life.

Regardless, it was never a mistake to be cautious.

"The Whisperer, compared to other Spirit Level mysterious entities, is indeed weaker," Old Sir Shen said indifferently.

"One could even say it is the weakest among the Spirit Level mysteries. After all, its mode of contagion is through whispered words, luring others to suicide to harness their grievances for strength enhancement, aiming for advancement."

"However, when I say it’s weak, I don’t mean you can simply thrash it to death with a random stick. Even a Whisperer that has just reached the initial stage of advancement is not something you could kill in your current state. Its whispers can trap you in a vivid illusion, leaving you unable to extricate yourself and at its mercy."

"And once it gets close to you, you would die without understanding how or even realizing it. In this regard, you handled it quite well. I suppose the Whisperer you encountered had just advanced to the Spirit Level, not yet undergoing the preliminary transformation of strength. The Illusion Realm it cast had a less intense impact on you."

Yang Fan nodded, yet the conversation inevitably circled back. He reluctantly added, "It’s true, for a moment, I felt like I was back in my childhood. Those scenes were incredibly vivid, as if I had really returned to my younger days."

"But I could clearly sense it was a doubt in my mind, not reality, just hard to break free from. Thankfully, Officer Xiang shouted at that moment, waking me from it."

Old Sir Shen nodded, "That’s it."

"The number of people this Spirit Level mysterious creature has influenced should not exceed five. If it were more than that, with your current abilities, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to kill it."

"You should seriously study the book I gave you. If there’s anything you don’t understand, come directly to me. You have already stepped onto this path. Even if you resist, some things will still seek you out. This is another rule of this world, the law of attraction."

Yang Fan grimaced, "There’s actually a law of attraction, too?"

"Look at your neighborhood. Aren’t the things you attract intense enough?" Old Sir Shen teased with a smile, "Think about it. Why didn’t you encounter such things when you were an ordinary person, but after you came into contact with this world, such incidents started happening one after another? That is the power of attraction."

Yang Fan gave a bitter smile, "That’s truly an unfortunate rule. I don’t want it to be like this."

"I’d rather remain ignorant of everything than encounter ghosts all the time. Aside from the lethality, the mere sight and demeanor of these ghostly beings are enough to ruin my appetite and mood."

"It seems you no longer have a choice," Old Shen chuckled, "Let’s go up and take a look."

Yang Fan complied and took Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi to Xiang Xue Ting’s home.

Through the slightly ajar door, a white shadow flitted by in an instant.

Yang Fan silently covered his face, letting out a low sigh, "Here we go again..."

"Old Shen, what on earth is going on with this neighborhood?"

"For now, I am not sure. We still need to take a closer look," Old Shen replied, shaking his head.

"This place is a natural habitat of Yin and evil spirits, and has been nourished by human energy for so long. God only knows what sort of ghosts lurk beneath."

Yang Fan had already gotten a feel of the chillness here.

He had no idea what the place was like during the day, but under the cover of night, it was truly terrifying.

In the living room, Xiang Xue Ting was on the phone with someone, while a mysterious paper-like figure stood silently beside her, tilting its head, its lifeless gray-white eyes quietly observing her with curiosity.

Yang Fan was about to strike it with a wooden mace, but he stopped when he glanced at Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi.

It would be better to let the two elders take action, as it seemed unnecessary for him to show off his skills.

Old Sir Shen didn’t notice Yang Fan’s hesitation; he flicked a white talisman into the air, and when it landed on the mysterious entity, it exploded into a gray-black swirl that kept shrinking.

Subsequently, the yellow talisman, now attached to a piece of black matter formed by the swirl, returned to Old Sir Shen’s hand.

Yang Fan watched curiously, quietly admiring the finesse of Old Sir Shen’s move.

This was certainly much easier than his own effort of hacking away with the wooden mace.

"These little things are the main materials for talisman making. In the future, when you’ve learned to make talismans, don’t waste them," he whispered an explanation to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but be surprised; it really was a case of wool coming from the sheep itself.

Using talismans made of mysterious entities to fight them, and then using those entities to make more talismans.

It was a perfect closed loop.

"By the way, if you need this type of talisman, you can buy them from this old man. They’re not expensive. Ten thousand apiece, a small fortune," Old Mr. Shen suddenly winked at Yang Fan and said in a low voice.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but click his tongue secretly; Mr. Shen, your rhymes are so smooth, you weren’t thinking of testing me, were you?

"Ten thousand each, that’s daylight robbery!" Yang Fan muttered under his breath.

Old Mr. Shen snorted, "Foolish boy, do you know how much my talismans go for on the black market? You wouldn’t get one for less than thirty to fifty thousand. I’m giving you this price because of my precious granddaughter; otherwise, you wouldn’t get it for ten thousand."

Yang Fan was stunned. Was it really like that?

"Alright, in the end, I’m just too poor to afford it."

Ten thousand per talisman was indeed quite pricey.

Meanwhile, Xiang Xue Ting, who had been busy on the phone, finally put it away and apologized, "Sorry, my unit just sent over the investigation results and I neglected you for a moment. Please, have a seat."

Yang Fan stepped aside, allowing Old Sir Shen and Liang Laoshi to be seated first.

Actually, he didn’t want Xiang Xue Ting to reveal the investigation results.

But it seemed he couldn’t stop her...

If the Whisperer had already killed more than a few, Old Sir Shen would probably become suspicious of him again.

"Among the recent county-wide suicides, three are connected," Xiang Xue Ting said. "Due to the rushed timing, the overall situation hasn’t been fully sorted out, but those three are confirmed for now. My colleagues at the unit said if we want a complete overview, we might need to investigate the relationships of those involved in the suicides to get accurate results."

Yang Fan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the number was much the same as what Old Sir Shen had mentioned.

Otherwise, it would have been a bit difficult to explain.