Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 497

Chapter 497: Chapter 497

When there was nothing to entertain oneself and sleep was not an option, time suddenly stretched interminably long.

Yang Fan had taken Xue Ting’s suggestion, but he soon realized that sitting idly was also a form of torture.

Xue Ting seemed to be tormented by the silence as well. She looked at Yang Fan cautiously and tentatively, asking softly, "Shall we talk about something?"

"Talk about what?" Yang Fan looked up and asked.

"Um... do you have a girlfriend?"

"...Yes."

"Where is she from?"

"Local."

"How long have you been together?"

"Not long."

"Are you planning to get married soon?"

Yang Fan, half amused and half frustrated, looked at Xue Ting and asked, "Big sister, are you conducting a census here?"

"No, no, I just didn’t know what to say, so I asked casually." Xue Ting said with an awkward laugh.

Yang Fan smiled and waved his hand, finding this awkward chat as uncomfortable as sitting silently.

He then asked, "In your line of work, haven’t you ever come across something unusual?"

"There have been instances, but besides this time, I’ve only encountered it once." Xue Ting spoke softly, her eyes reflecting the memory, "That time was a murder case. During the autopsy, the corpse suddenly opened its eyes and made a ’hehe’, like the sound of insects crawling out, that kind of rustling noise."

"Everyone present at the time was scared witless, instinctively thinking whether the person had come back to life. But under those circumstances, with the body cut open, there was no possibility of being alive."

"Seeing that something was not quite right, the medical examiner immediately froze it, which quickly brought the situation under control."

Yang Fan smiled, "What if that person really had come back to life?"

"We were also uncertain and suspicious at that moment, but the medical examiner said, ’The person’s skull had been cracked open, and the contents were spilling out; the body was stiff. How could it possibly come back to life? If it did come back, it might be something else,’" Xue Ting explained.

"Later, the medical examiner told us that some nervous tissue might not have completely died, which could have caused that situation. He told us not to think too much about it, that it wasn’t something significant, and the matter passed like that."

Yang Fan said, "Your medical examiner must have known what was going on; he just didn’t want to say it."

"I think so too," Xue Ting nodded, "He mentioned offhandedly that even if it came back to life, it might be something else, which has been nagging at me. Now that I’ve seen these things, I can almost confirm that there are many things in this world I do not know about."

"You must have come across these types of incidents quite often, haven’t you?"

Suddenly, Yang Fan put his hand over his mouth, made a shushing gesture, and looked warily toward the entrance of the alley.

There was a man standing there, wearing a grey long coat, his hair tied up at the back of his head with a bone as a hairpin.

His head was slightly raised, and his face was pale with a hint of gray, badly scarred and full of various festering scabs.

He seemed to be smelling something, sniffing as he slowly shuffled his feet, walking into the alley.

Yang Fan quietly clenched the wooden mace in his hand.

It was good that he had brought this object down with him, or else he would feel even less secure.

"Yang..." Xue Ting called out nervously in a low voice.

Yang Fan quickly shook his head.

As soon as Xue Ting spoke, the man instantly turned his head to look over, taking a few stomping steps forward, his ragged and tattered cheeks revealing a hint of excitement, as he issued a strange ’hehe’ noise from his mouth.

Yang Fan realized that he seemed to have discovered them.

He did not know the real strength of these mysterious beings in this place, and he was so nervous that he was sweating in his palms.

Watching as the man approached closer and closer, Yang Fan wiped the sweat from his palms, clenched his teeth, and suddenly burst forward, channelling the cold energy inside his Dantian through his meridians and into his fingertips.

Bang!

The wooden mace heavily chopped down on the man’s head, embedding three parts deep into his skull.

It entered directly, a greenish fluid leaking from the edge of the wooden mace.

Yang Fan froze.

What the hell is this thing again?

This green stuff, it seems like blood, right?

The man let out a scream, half human and half beast, his expression suddenly becoming fierce.

He shook off Yang Fan in one move and lunged for Yang Fan’s neck with both arms.

Yang Fan staggered a couple of times, steadied his stance, dodged the man’s outstretched hands, and lunged again, grabbing the wooden mace hanging around the man’s neck and yanking it fiercely.

Crack.

The friction between the wooden mace and the bones emitted a sound that could make one’s teeth sour, and at the same time, a large amount of greenish fluid gushed out, covering the man’s face, making it look as if he had washed his head with waste engine oil.

"No matter what the hell you are, die for me!" Yang Fan thought viciously, raising the wooden mace and stabbing it fiercely into the man’s chest. Since this creature didn’t break apart like the usual mysterious entities after a few chops, he had no choice but to change his tactic.

Swish!

The wooden mace smoothly entered his body.

A very distinct look of shock appeared on the man’s battered face. He looked down at the wooden mace sticking out of his chest, seemingly puzzled about how it ended up there.

Taking advantage of his slow reaction, Yang Fan quickly pulled out the mace and chopped it down on the man’s neck.

He didn’t know where this thing’s weakness was and could only deal with it as if it were human.

Thump.

Just as Yang Fan’s wooden mace touched the man’s neck, he suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

His body visibly turned into a puddle of green water, slowly disappearing against the green brick-paved ground.

In less than a minute, even his clothes had disappeared.

Yang Fan leaned on his wooden mace and squatted down, gasping for breath. His body wasn’t particularly tired, but he was tense.

This mental state put a lot of pressure on him.

After sitting and resting for a while, he finally regained his strength and looked towards Xiang Xue Ting, "Are you okay?"

"No... no problem, are you okay?" Xiang Xue Ting was so nervous that she almost curled up into a ball.

The valiant female police officer, faced with this unknown mystery, also turned into a young girl.

"I’m fine for now, I won’t die yet." Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at the black mark on his arm left by the creature’s claw, which was both painful and itchy.

Yang Fan didn’t know what impact such a scar would have on him, but now was not the time to worry about these things.

"As you saw just now, these things can find us by smell," Yang Fan whispered. "Try your best to avoid getting caught by them; the wounds start festering immediately."

"You’re hurt? Let me see!" Xiang Xue Ting hurried over, her voice urgent.

"It’s okay," Yang Fan waved his hand, "We need to think of a way to leave. We can’t just wait here to die; hiding here isn’t safe either."

He didn’t know if the death of that ghostly creature would attract others, but it was better to be cautious.

Yang Fan worried that they might be trapped here by those ghostly creatures outside.