Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Chapter 499

This ghostly thing’s fondness for perching on shoulders truly made Yang Fan detest it to the core.

The intense pain completely enraged him, releasing Xiang Xue Ting, he suddenly leaped up, and with a heavy thud, he landed on the ground, back first.

This fall made stars dance before Yang Fan’s eyes, and it felt as if his spine was about to break, but he had not managed to crush the ghostly thing underneath him.

"How foolish, humans, hee hee hee." The little boy appeared abruptly atop Yang Fan, his hands poking into Yang Fan’s chest like chicken claws.

With a tearing sound, Yang Fan’s clothes and the skin underneath were ripped open, the pain contorting his face instantly.

Xiang Xue Ting dashed over upon seeing this, but she passed right through the little boy’s body and slammed into a nearby wooden handcart, immediately fainting.

The little boy began to giggle, "So tender, so tender, this delicious body, I’ll save it, save it..."

Those mysterious entities that had been swarming towards Xiang Xue Ting immediately halted and turned to encircle Yang Fan instead.

Before Yang Fan had a chance to react, he was grabbed by the arms and legs, and then numerous mouths descended upon him.

"Damn it!"

Yang Fan roared with anger and bit ferociously into the little boy’s neck.

The intense pain triggered the ferocity deep in his bones to erupt explosively.

Even if he truly had to die here, he was going to take a few of them down with him.

The yin and yang fish in his Dantian slowly circulating, erupted suddenly, and a huge surge of cold energy gathered on Yang Fan’s teeth.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones resounded close to Yang Fan’s mouth.

The ghostly thing hadn’t managed to become transparent in time, and Yang Fan bit through the protruding vertebrae in its neck with brute force.

"You human... why bite, ah... so painful, so painful." The little boy let out a piercing scream, his hands flailing violently, scraping away at Yang Fan’s chest like he was dog-paddling.

"Heart... heart, I need to fill it, to fill..."

Yang Fan felt as if his chest cavity had been torn open, but he couldn’t afford to care about it anymore.

The Yin Yang Fish in his Dantian spun wildly, and Yang Fan channeled this power into his arms and legs, forcibly breaking free from the clutches of the mysterious entities, suddenly flipping over and landing a punch on the little boy’s wobbly head.

With a squish, the boy’s barely connected head was completely knocked off.

Like a man possessed, Yang Fan grabbed and tore it off, then delivered two heavy punches onto it.

Yet, he hit nothing but air.

The little boy’s head had turned transparent again.

"Such a fierce person... so scary." The little boy wailed and screamed.

Even though it was he who intended to devour Yang Fan, it now seemed as if he was the one being bullied.

Yang Fan, in a blood rage, threw the head aside and, in a swift motion, punched the little boy in the chest.

Driven by his emotions, a torrent of cold energy burst forth from his Dantian.

With a muffled ’thump,’ the little boy’s body completely turned into nothingness.

"Ah... my body, you despicable human, so hateful..."

The little boy’s shrill voice echoed from one side; he actually flew out again, stubbornly trying to burrow into Yang Fan’s chest. Yang Fan grabbed him and hammered down with a punch.

"Transparent, make yourself dammit transparent again!" Yang Fan’s eyes blazed with murder as his fists fell like raindrops.

Even though the little boy went transparent again, causing Yang Fan’s punches to miss repeatedly, Yang Fan did not give up.

He was waiting for that moment when the creature would materialize.

While attacking, Yang Fan desperately drew forth the cold energy from his Dantian, fiercely channeling it into his hands.

Pop!

A dull sound erupted, and the little boy’s head exploded.

In his transparent state, he was blown apart by Yang Fan’s punches.

Perhaps he was just about to materialize, or maybe Yang Fan had summoned enough Dantian cold energy.

Anyway, it exploded!

Yang Fan looked down at his own battered chest, the flesh blurred and the ribs inside clearly visible.

Damn it, it really seemed like he was going to die.

Yang Fan chuckled bitterly, his eyes suddenly turning fierce.

I can’t just die like this!

He bent down to pick up the wooden mace that had fallen on the ground and suddenly swung it, chopping at the Mysterious creatures around him.

It seemed that these things were also shocked by Yang Fan’s recent smashing of the little boy’s head, and they just stood around dumbly, not taking the opportunity to pounce on him and attack.

Thud!

Bang!

Compared to that troublesome little boy, these Mysterious creatures were like frail shells, almost none of them able to withstand two blows from Yang Fan with the full force of the cold energy from his Dantian.

After brutally killing seven or eight of them, the Mysterious creatures not only did not swarm him, but suddenly dispersed in a frenzy.

They actually ran away!

It looked like they could be scared too.

Yang Fan laughed mockingly at himself, panting heavily and leaned on the wooden mace as he looked down at his chest again.

Damn, it really hurts.

But why doesn’t it seem like there’s blood?

Had those things sucked him dry?!

Weakly exhaling, Yang Fan sat down on the ground; he could clearly feel his life force slipping away.

To die like this, he really couldn’t accept it.

He had only just started to see what a happy life looked like...

"Young man, want to buy something?"

Just then, a voice tinged with a hint of vicissitude suddenly came from his left.

Yang Fan slowly turned his head and saw a person wrapped in a black robe sitting about ten steps away from him. He seemed to merge with the darkness and his features were completely obscured.

In front of him was a ragged cloth with some puppets and the like.

The commotion just now had caused nearly all the surrounding vendors to flee, leaving only a few scattered about.

"What can I buy that will save my life?" Yang Fan asked.

"Plenty, it just depends on whether you can afford it," the man in the black robe chuckled hoarsely.

"How much?" Yang Fan’s eyelids fluttered.

He felt like sleeping, suddenly very sleepy.

"Three years of Life Span to hang onto your life, five years to heal completely, choose for yourself," the man in the black robe said.

Yang Fan struggled to lift his eyelids, "Trade life for life? Can I even buy with the state I’m in right now?"

"You have unfinished Yang life, you can buy!" the man in the black robe declared.

"I’ll buy, five years!" Yang Fan’s voice was weak, but his tone was resolute.

He was damn near death, what did he care for a few years of Life Span?

"Come here," said the man in the black robe.

Yang Fan mustered the last bit of his strength and, supporting himself with the wooden mace, shuffled step by step towards the stall and sat down in front of it.

"Are you alive?"

Even sitting face to face, Yang Fan couldn’t see the black-robed man’s face.

He seemed to be one with the darkness, with only the silhouette of the black robe faintly visible.

"You’ve asked a pointless question. This is a place for ghosts, but it’s a market for the living." A withered and pale hand reached out, took a jar from the side, scooped out something black and muddy, like clay, and smeared it onto Yang Fan’s blurred flesh wound.