Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 500

Chapter 500: Chapter 500

Yang Fan didn’t know what the substance the black-robed figure had applied to him was, but the effects were indeed visibly excellent.

In less than ten minutes, the pain in his body had disappeared.

Then, the black mud began to flake off, revealing the new skin underneath, which was as smooth and tender as a baby’s.

"Five years of life span, the effect is really not bad." Yang Fan said with a self-deprecating smile, "How should I pay you?"

"No worries, as long as our contract is effective, your life span will latch onto me within twelve hours," the black-robed figure said in a hoarse voice, hinting a trace of satisfaction. "See if there’s anything else you need. My prices are the fairest in this entire market."

Yang Fan glanced over the items on the stall and shook his head, "How should we get out of here?"

At this, he suddenly remembered Xiang Xue Ting and hurried over, pulling her up to check her breathing.

Fortunately, she was alive.

This woman really had good luck. Always fainting, yet somehow unscathed.

The black-robed figure quietly watched Yang Fan bustling about, then asked with some surprise, "You don’t even know this?"

Yang Fan shook his head, "Accidentally entered."

"So be it." The black-robed figure rummaged through the items on the stall for a while, grabbed a bunch of rope, and threw it to Yang Fan, "This is something I used in my early years. It’s just right for a little one like you. I’ll give it to you, consider it a fateful gift from me to you."

Yang Fan knew there were no such things as freebies in the world. Free things were the most expensive.

Either the price he had paid earlier was too high, or this old man harbored ill intentions towards him.

"How do I use this?" Yang Fan asked.

"Find a house with no one inside, hang this rope over a well, and just climb down," the black-robed figure said indifferently. "If you want to come back here, find the place where you entered by mistake and look for the ugliest tree nearby. Hang the rope on it and climb up, and you will be here."

Yang Fan glanced at Xiang Xue Ting, who was asleep and snoring heavily, then asked again, "How can I tell if there’s no one inside the house?"

"If the door is closed, it has an owner; if not, just go in." The black-robed figure thought for a moment, then rummaged in front of his stall again. He then pulled out a yellowed talisman and threw it to Yang Fan, "I seldom open my stall, let’s just go the whole nine yards."

"After finding an ownerless yard, stick this thing on the lintel, and then you can leave with peace of mind."

"Alright, hurry up and go. You, a living person with no disguise, are like a giant light bulb here, with numerous mysterious beings watching you. The one you just killed is just an ordinary Spirit Level mysterious being, the rascal of this street, worthless."

"If you disturb those truly fierce creatures, with your level of just developing a bit of Inner Qi, you better prepare to be their meal."

Yang Fan realized that the price he had paid earlier was clearly too high; he might have been duped by this old man.

But in his condition just before, not buying would indeed have meant death.

"Thank you." Yang Fan thanked him and picked up Xiang Xue Ting, then headed towards an alley nearby.

He had noticed earlier that many stall owners had headed into these alleys; he might find an ownerless one.

Hurriedly searching through two alleys, Yang Fan finally saw a courtyard with a half-open wooden door.

He carried Xiang Xue Ting on his back, switching to a mode that was relatively easier to maneuver, and cautiously entered the courtyard.

The courtyard was quaint, with moss overgrowing the stone pavement and weeds spreading all around.

There was a row of houses both at the front and the left side of the courtyard; the building at the front seemed to be the main house, and on the left side, there were two wing rooms. The rooms looked very old, with specks all over, but overall they were still intact and no major damage was evident.

But right now Yang Fan had no time to worry about these matters, the little boy had just given him a huge psychological shadow.

He just wanted to get out of this creepy place quickly.

After sticking the yellow talisman given by the man in the black robe on the doorframe, Yang Fan looked carefully and, finding no other abnormalities, quickly headed towards the well in the right-hand corner of the courtyard.

The well platform was quite high, shaped like a Bagua, and underneath it was pitch-black, showing nothing at all.

"Damn it, don’t believe in that old hack, but there’s no other way, I’m betting on it!" Yang Fan gritted his teeth, bolstering himself with determination.

He didn’t think there was anything on him that the old hack would covet, so he could rule out the option that he would be harmful to him.

The reason he was given both the rope and the talisman was likely because Yang Fan had quoted too high a price.

So the method he provided should be genuine.

That’s five years of Life Span!

Yang Fan thought about it, and it hurt so much it was stifling.

After securing the rope to the well’s edge and hearing its silent descent, Yang Fan prepared to wake Xiang Xue Ting.

He needed both hands to grab the rope; if he didn’t wake the woman up, it would be impossible to proceed.

As he lay Xiang Xue Ting down and was about to pinch her philtrum, he suddenly noticed her eyelids flutter.

Turns out, she had been awake all along.

"Pretending to sleep after waking up, feeling comfortable being carried, huh?" Yang Fan grabbed Xiang Xue Ting’s waist, and slapped her plump, perky buttocks with his hand.

The pants she wore were thin in the sweltering summer, and the feel of his palm felt almost no different than if it were directly on skin.

"Hmm...ah."

Xiang Xue Ting cooed.

That delicate whimper, with its tender and wavering tone, almost released Yang Fan’s soul.

"Keep that to yourself, no seducing. Since you’re awake, get ready and hold on tight, we need to get out of this damn place," Yang Fan said sternly.

Xiang Xue Ting’s face flushed, and she hastily stood up and asked somewhat flusteredly, "Where, where should I grab?"

"On the back!" Yang Fan said, "I’ve paid a high price to find a way out. We need to go through this well, so stop dawdling."

"Oh, okay," Xiang Xue Ting hurriedly lay back on Yang Fan’s back.

The earlier ordeal had scared her terribly, nearly to the point of a nervous breakdown; she didn’t want to stay a second longer in this place.

But after all, she was a maiden who had never been intimate with a man before. Being so close to Yang Fan made her flustered and clueless.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, cross them. The more secure, the better, understand? I don’t know what’s below, but we’re definitely going down. If you don’t hold on tight and fall, I’m not responsible," Yang Fan said.

Xiang Xue Ting, who had initially avoided close contact with Yang Fan, bit her red lips and hurriedly wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching his neck tightly with both hands.

"A De, if this were outside, I’d definitely be distracted and get agitated. So soft," Yang Fan muttered, grabbing the rope and climbing into the well.