Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Chapter 593

Yang Fan’s call did not get any response.

The silence inside the villa was so oppressive it caused a sense of panic.

It was so quiet to the extreme that not a single sound came through.

It was as if the place was completely cut off from sound, leaving only a silent vacuum.

"Fine, you want to be like that? Then don’t expect any leniency from me," Yang Fan crushed the cigarette butt beneath his foot, then stood up, opened the door to the villa, and propped it open with a vase to keep it that way.

Having done all this, he strode straight towards the second floor.

To the naked eye, the second floor looked clean and tidy, with no issues at all.

But under the Heavenly Eye Technique, the place was like a fog-filled spider den, that kind of den belonging to a centuries-old spider, with green fog that seemed alive, flowing everywhere.

Yang Fan ignored these things and went directly into one of the rooms.

The fog was thickest here, appearing to emanate from inside out.

The door of this room was still closed.

But the green fog disregarded the closed door, continuously seeping out.

It was as if the room contained heaps of dry ice that could ignore physical structures.

Yang Fan tried the doorknob, but it was as if it was locked from the inside; it wouldn’t open.

"Logically, you shouldn’t be afraid of me," Yang Fan shouted, "Why would you lock the door? A visitor should be welcomed; have you no manners at all?" "Hurry up and open the door; if you don’t, I’m coming in, and I’m coming in swinging!"

In fact, Yang Fan was feeling somewhat nervous himself.

Cowardice and fear were precisely the things he urgently needed to overcome at that moment.

This was why Yang Fan was determined to test the waters himself first, setting aside his true abilities and strength; he needed to first fortify his mental state. If he continued to harbor fear towards these things, no matter how strong he was, he likely wouldn’t have the courage to face them.

Yang Fan’s shouting did not have any effect; the door remained motionless.

The only change was that, while Yang Fan was shouting, the movement of the fog paused momentarily.

It seemed that whatever had been deliberately nurtured inside had indeed heard Yang Fan’s words.

Bang!

Yang Fan lifted his leg and kicked out forcefully.

Using some of his Inner Qi, his powerful kick not only shattered the door instantaneously but also cleared away the surrounding fog, creating a vacuum about two square meters in size.

After a change in the nature of his Inner Qi, the power Yang Fan could unleash had clearly strengthened.

Yang Fan was still unclear, however, about how much damage his current strength could inflict on these things.

With the help of the Heavenly Eye Technique, Yang Fan turned on the lights in the room.

It was a study, or at least it was now a study.

A large bookshelf, laden with various books, was placed against the north wall, but they seemed to only serve a decorative purpose. In front of the bookshelf stood a mahogany desk, upon which grew an exceptionally lush orchid, and nothing else.

On the other side of the room, a long strip of carpet lay on the floor, with a small tea table and two meditation cushions on it.

This was all there was to the room.

Beyond this, there were no other extraneous items.

This was what Yang Fan saw with the naked eye, but even with the Heavenly Eye Technique, he did not see any more.

The room was filled with nothing but the pervasive fog.

"Are you really that afraid of seeing people?" Yang Fan stared at the pot of green, glossy orchid adorned with two small yellow flowers and yelled.

Orchids always carry an air of elegance.

Both their leaves and flowers exude a kind of refined grace, no wonder so many people like them.

However, it’s a bit implausible for an orchid to grow so healthily in a house long without care.

True, orchids thrive in the shade, but they also need photosynthesis and watering from the rain.

Yet the orchid in front of Yang Fan, situated in a rectangular pot on the office desk, seems even more vigorous than those in a ravine, defying all science.

"With you like this, I’m really at a loss, after all, my knowledge is limited and my strength is weak. Congratulations, you’ve truly succeeded," Yang Fan said, assuming whatever was in the room was either genuinely reticent or perhaps gearing up for some major move.

Seemingly nonchalant, Yang Fan plucked a leaf from the verdant orchid.

The mist in the room suddenly swirled violently.

"So vulnerable, huh?" Yang Fan sneered, his demeanor abruptly changing, "Come out, I’ll give you one last chance!"

He knew these entities possessed intelligence.

They were unlike ordinary mysteries, deliberately cultivated by humans.

Not only did they have intelligence, but some even retained memories from their time as humans.

Just by looking at their names, one could discern a slight difference.

These things were clearly described in the book given by Mr. Fan.

This was knowledge that Yang Fan had fully assimilated so far.

The thick green mist suddenly churned, and shortly a girl who looked to be around seventeen or eighteen appeared on one of the meditation cushions opposite Yang Fan. She looked very serene, her complexion nearly indistinguishable from a living person, lacking the discomforting pallor typical of mysteries.

Yang Fan set down the orchid leaf he was holding and asked, "Is this thing important to you?"

The girl’s eyes, black and glossy, fixed intently on Yang Fan but offered no reply.

Anger surged within Yang Fan, "I know you can talk, even if you were mute, you now have the means to let me understand what you want to say in your heart, so you plan to say nothing and just start fighting?"

The girl nodded.

Her face serene, she slowly closed her eyes.

This was her first direct response to Yang Fan, but it seemed as though she was willfully seeking death.

Her attitude baffled Yang Fan.

This scene differed slightly from what he had imagined.

"Do you want me to kill you, or have you decided to fight me with one hand behind my back?" Yang Fan asked, a trace of wariness in his voice.

The girl remained motionless on the cushion, responding with silence.

This left Yang Fan completely at a loss.

He was mentally prepared for a fierce fight, but the situation had turned into quite the conundrum.

He walked forward slowly, his Inner Qi surging through his limbs and skeleton, fully mobilized.

As his Inner Qi surged, Yang Fan’s presence began to rise steadily, a mountainous pressure bursting forth from him.

The girl remained indifferent, completely unconcerned by Yang Fan’s aggression.

Yang Fan suddenly reached out, delivering a powerful slap.

This time he did not bring his wooden mace and had to fight barehanded.

Thump!

A muffled sound, and the serene-looking girl flew out, like a deflated balloon caught in the wind, pinned against the wall, then slid down slowly.